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expected. This prolonged absence keenly affected Mlle. Moriaz. She sought an explanation thereof; the search occu

out, by our questions, the secret of his life? or does he suspect that I have discovered him to be the writer of the anonymous letter? Will he leave Engadine without bidding us good-bye? Perhaps he has already g

ng: "It seems certain to me that we

o doubt he has found people at Cellarina, or

ur father; he has all the good qualities imaginable, except a certain delicacy of sentiment, which is not to be learned in dealing with

lige me by explaining what it is that I do

nderstand, monsieur, that certain visits were a ch

r days since I have had a game of cards. But how can it be

rupted Antoinette, with perfect tranquility. "I think,

ad started out with the intention of climbing to the summit of Piz-Morteratsch, and of attempting the still more difficult ascent of Piz-Roseg. Mlle.

one's days in their midst, if there is no Pole near at hand. Certain truths stamp themselves indelibly on the mind; so M. Moriaz never ventured again on the mountains without being attended by a guide, who received orders from Antoinette not to leave h

ating the dangers to which he was exposed in 1864 on Morteratsch, where he had accompanied Professor Tyndall and another English tourist. They were all swept away by an avalanche. Attached to the same rope, they went down with the snow. A fall of three hundred metres! They would have been lost, if, through the presence of mind of one of t

ion of the cause. He was profoundly versed in qualitative and quantitative analysis, but less skilled in the analysis of his daughter's heart. "How pale you are!"

gaze of the audacious charmer. It might easily be seen that he had just descended from where the eagles themselves seldom ascend. His face was weather-beaten by the ice and snow. He had successfully accomplished the double ascent, of which he was compelled to gi

mbarrassed by the tete-a-tete which, nevertheless, he had sought. He rose, saying: "I re

-here it is." Then drawing from her notebook a paper-"I have still another restitution to

enance, and it was now his turn to grow red. "Who can prove to you,"

ay be denied, but

m not capable of lying. Yes, I am the guilty one; I confes

in prose or verse, signed or anon

ely tore it up, throwing the pieces into the fireplace, and added, smiling: "It certainly

ing to him her brown eyes, that were as prou

violins was grateful to me. I said within myself: 'What a thing is the heart of man! The woman who has passed me by without seeing me does not know me, will never know of my existence; I am ignorant of even her name, and I w

e, "but this does no

like a torturing burden. I thought of disappointed expectations, of dissipated illusions, of the bitterness of my youth and of my future. You passed by on th

she asked again,

word. 'Before doing penance,' I said to myself, 'let me commit this one folly; it shall be the last.' We always flatter ourselves that each folly will be our last. The unfortunate note had scarcely gone, when I regretted having sent it; I would have given much to have had it back; I felt all its impropriety; I have dealt justly by it in tearing it to pieces.

t, and demanded with the air of a queen recalling a

changed countenance, his face flushed, and he cried out abruptly, "I regained my strength and will on the summit of

ur threat. You are resolved to be wise; the wise avoid extremes. You will remember that you hav

roudly: "I thank you, with all my heart. I have

ll visit us for our pleasure. In

efusal. She looked fixedly at

, he bowed gravely, casting down his eyes. She herself immediately resumed her usual voice and manner, and questioned him on his journey. He told her, in reply, that he proposed to go by the route of Soleure, and to stay th

h," she said, smiling.

ted themselves on the grass at the foot of a larch. They remained some time silent. Antoinette watched the cows grazing, and stroked the smooth, glossy leaves of a yellow gentian with the end of her parasol. M. Moriaz busied himself with neither the cows nor the yellow gentian-he thought of M. Camille Langis, and felt more than a little guilty in that quarter; he had not written to him, having nothing satisfactory to tell him. He could see the young man waiting in vain, at the Hotel Steinbock. To pass a fortnight at

ottom of the declivity. He looked at his daughter, and said to her: "I beg

us to know what you would think if I should

had passed between his daughter and M. Larinski. Of all the ideas that had suggested themselves to him, this seemed the least admis

ke M. Larinsk

graceful way of taking me from off my rock, where I should still be had it not been for him. I am grateful to him for it

" said she. "What objec

Then, I know him but slightly. I naturally demand additiona

e has not disguised. How differently we think! I have some fortune; its only advantage

ies arising from my miserable good sense. M. Larinski has related his history to us. Frankly, do you not think that it is rather that-w

of heroes,"

ve clearly discovered their use. At all events, I am not sure that they are the best quali

that M. Larinski has a superi

he brass or copper trinket is steeped in a solution of perchloride of gold and bicarbonate of potash, and in less than a minute the thing is accomplished. It is called gilding by immersion. There is another process in which galvanism-But let us admit that M. Larinski's heart is real gold. In the purest gold there is usually some alloy, to dispen

lances wandered over the glade. He touched her arm gentl

e me say so?" she

lared himself?

ere to offer me to him, his pride would say no, and I would

rvel, that there is not a second Pole like him; the mould

by a motion

etely ignorant of it. Yet that did not prevent my marrying, and making a choice that brought me great happiness. Your method is different, and I m

murmuring, "It is e

f your actions; there is nothing for me but to submit. Still, it will be

t? I am willing

ly in science. It is absolutely true that borax is a salt composed of boracic acid and soda. B

When he came this morning to announce his departure, his serious in

"Unfortunately, you represented to him that it t

le to persua

ower, and remain three weeks at Churwalden; consequently, we will not be in Paris for a month. You will employ this month in somewhat calming your imagination. It is very easy for it to become excited in these mountain-holes, without taking into account the wearisomeness of hotel-life. From the very

d, smiling. "A month hence I shall say as I do to-da

use of the will. Promise me to reflect; reflection is an excellent t

s gra

ve a go

coming to the po

the world, a woman of good sense, a woman of exp

, that I can only be happy on condition t

should not send her our Pole. She will inspect him, she will

incapable of recognising merit in a man who is sufficiently impertinent to make Mlle

ak-we need not question her, an oracle; but

proofs," she inte

she furn

, then she said: "Let it

here, when he entered a carriage to drive to Cellarina, provided with a portfolio given him by Antoinette. He found M. Larinski

e would consent to charge himself with a commission for his daughter, who

nd he promised, so soon as he reached Pari

far as to take it yourself to its address. Mme. de Lorcy is an amiable wom

queried if his daughter had not been dreaming, if M. Larinski was as much in love with her as she fa

neither looked at him nor recognised him. M. Moriaz ordered the coachman to stop, sprang

in Grisons without meeting you. I ask as

gis, reproachfully. "You have not kept your word, you have forgotte

re are y

lead my own cause, because

real genius for arriving in season. Go, hurry, plead, moan, weep, entr

le; "is it all over? Have you s

t with attention and deference, when suddenly-Ah! my poor friend, h

s transparent as crystal; in short, you are not a stranger. Had you a delicate, blond, and romantic mother, and do you wear her portrait on your heart? have you unfathomable green eyes? have you adventures to relate? have you visited California? have you swept the streets of San Francisco? have you exchanged bullets with the Cossacks? have you been killed in t

mail-coach passed. Count Abel, seated on th

said M. Moriaz to Camil

m the remaining information th

; it is the best th

w your steps. Oh! don't be afraid, I will lie-deceive Antoinette; let her think that I have relinquish

ly on reaching there he hastened to the Saxon Casino. When he seated himself at the gaming-table, he experienced a violent palpitation of the heart. His ears tingled, his brain was on fire, and the cold sweat started out on his forehead. He cast fierce glances right and left; he seemed to see in his partner's eyes his past, his future, and Mlle. Mo

joyful that he became tender and affectionate, and, had M. G