Mademoiselle de Maupin, Volume 2 (of 2)Gautier, Théophile
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Mademoiselle de Maupin, Volume 2 (of 2)
Gautier, Théophile
French fiction -- Translations into English
"You apparently had some very knotty subjects to discuss to induce you
to seek this profound solitude?--you were talking about theology, I
suppose, and the twofold nature of the soul?"
"Oh! _Mon Dieu_, no; our minds were engrossed by subjects much less
sublime; we were eating cake and talking fashions--that's all."
"I don't believe a word of it; you looked to me as if you were buried
deep in some sentimental discussion;--but, to divert your minds from
your vaporish conversation, I think it would be a good idea for you
to take a turn on horseback with me.--I have a new mare I want to
try.--You shall ride her too, Théodore, and we'll see what we can make
of her."
We went out together, I on his arm and Rosette on mine; the expressions
on our faces were curiously different.--Alcibiades was pensive, I was
altogether content, and Rosette excessively annoyed.
Alcibiades had arrived most opportunely for me, most inopportunely for
Rosette, who thus lost, or thought that she lost, all the fruit of
her shrewd attacks and her ingenious tactics.--She had it all to do
over again;--a quarter of an hour later, deuce take me if I know what
might have been the conclusion of that incident--I can imagine no
possible outcome.--Perhaps it would have been better that Alcibiades
should not intervene just at the decisive moment like a _deux ex
machina_;--then the thing would have had to come to a climax in one
way or another.--Two or three times during that scene I was on the
point of telling Rosette who I was; but the fear of being taken for an
adventuress and of having my secret revealed retained upon my lips the
words that were already to take flight.
Such a condition of things could not last.--My departure was the
only method of cutting short that issue-less intrigue; and so, at
dinner, I formally announced that I must take my leave the very next
day.--Rosette, who was sitting beside me, almost fainted at the news,
and dropped her glass. A sudden pallor overspread her lovely face; she
bestowed upon me a grieved, reproachful glance which made my emotion
and trouble almost as great as her own.
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