Brothers -- Fiction; Corsica (France) -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English; Twins -- Fiction; Vendetta -- Fiction
"Well, then, to-morrow, at the Opera."
"Yes, agreed."
"At what time?"
"Half-past twelve midnight, if that will suit you."
"And whereabouts?"
"In the _foyer_--at one, I will be in front of the clock."
"That is understood."
We then shook hands and he left the house quickly. It was on the
stroke of twelve.
As for me, I occupied myself all the afternoon and all the next day in
those employments as a man is obliged to undertake on his return from
a lengthened tour.
At half-past twelve o'clock at night I was at the rendezvous.
Louis had been waiting some time--he had been following a mask which
he thought he recognized, but the lady had been lost in the crowd, and
he had not been able to rejoin her.
I wished to speak of Corsica, but Louis was too absent to follow out
such a grave subject of conversation. His eyes were constantly fixed
on the clock, and suddenly he rushed away from my side, exclaiming:
"Ah, there is my bouquet of violets."
He pushed through the crowd to join a woman who, evidently with a
purpose, was holding a large bouquet of violets in her hand.
There were bouquets of every species in the foyer, and I myself was
soon accosted by a bouquet of camellias, which congratulated me upon
my safe return to Paris.
To the camellias succeeded a bouquet of rose-pompons.
To these succeeded a bouquet of heliotrope.
In fact I was engaged with my fifteenth bouquet when I encountered
D----.
"Ah, is it you, _mon cher?_" he cried. "Welcome back; you have
returned just in time. I have a little supper party this
evening--so-and-so and so-and-so--and we shall count upon you."
"A thousand thanks, my dear fellow; but though I am strongly tempted
to accept your invitation, I can't. I am engaged to somebody."
"Yes; but everyone else will bring somebody also," said D----. "It is
quite understood that there are to be six water-bottles, whose destiny
it is to refresh bouquets."
"Ah, you are mistaken. I shall have no bouquet to put in a
water-bottle; I am with a friend."
"Well, you know the proverb, 'Friends of our friends.'"
"It is a young gentleman whom you do not know."
"Well, then, we will make his acquaintance."
"I will tell him of his good fortune."
"Yes, and if he decline, bring him by force."
"I will do what I can, I promise you. At what time?"
"Three o'clock; but as supper will remain on table till six you have
ample margin."
"Very well."
A bouquet of myosotis, which perhaps had heard the latter portion of
our conversation, then took D----'s arm and walked on with him.
Shortly afterwards I met Louis, who had by this time got rid of his
violets.
As the lady who honoured me with her attention just then was a trifle
dull, I despatched her to one of my friends, and took Louis' arm.
"Well," I said, "have you learnt what you wanted to know?"
"Oh, yes! You know that at a masked ball people talk of the very
things they ought to leave you in ignorance of."
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