Swan caught a glimpse of me and went to Saint Luke and me. Although he did not lose the Jewish nature of banter, he showed the wit and wit of the upper class when they interacted with banter. Good evening." He greeted us, "My God! The three of us met together, and others thought we were in a trade union meeting. They just can't find an accountant!" He did not find De Bozefoye standing behind him, and his jokes filled the general's ears. The general could not help frowning. Mr. de Charles was very close to us, and we heard him say, "What? Your name is Victorian. It's very similar to the name of a person in the book Antiquities Showroom." The Baron diverged from the subject and wanted to prolong his conversation with the two young men." Yes, it's Balzac's book." The elder of Xu Xijia answered that he had never read a line of the novelist's words, but a few days ago, his teacher told him that his name was quite similar to Esgrignon's. Mrs. De Hussein was overwhelmed by her son's brilliance, and even Mr. De Charles was so knowledgeable.

"According to very reliable channels, I heard that Lube fully agreed with us." Swan's voice was much softer on St. Ludo this time, so that he would not be heard by the general. Since the Dreyfus incident became Swan's main concern, the Republican relationships his wife had made more and more useful." I'm talking to you about it because I know you're on exactly the same path as us."

"But it's not so thorough; you're absolutely wrong." Robert answered, "It's a terrible thing, and I'm very sorry that I got into it. It had nothing to do with me. If this happens again, I will give up. I am a soldier, and of course I support the army first. If you're going to stay with Mr. Swan for a while, I'll come back to you later. I'm going to visit my aunt."

However, I found him walking over and talking to Miss De Amblezak, and I was annoyed at the thought that he had lied to me about denying that they might have a marriage. But when I learned that half an hour ago he was introduced to Miss De Amblesack by Mrs. De Marsant, and that she hoped to facilitate the marriage, my anger was gone because the Amblesack family was very rich. childhood

"I finally found a young man with a lot of culture," Mr. de Charles said to Mrs. de Hughes. "He read books and knew why Balzac was. Among my peers and'Our relatives and friends', I can hardly find anyone as knowledgeable as him. It gives me great pleasure to meet him today. He added that the words "our relatives and friends" were particularly emphasized. Despite the fact that the Garments pretended to treat everyone equally, to be with the "distinguished families" whom they wanted to flatter and flatter, especially those who were not of very noble origin, Mr. de Charles did not hesitate to emerge from the family at the first opportunity. In the past,'continued the baron,'nobility was a man who excelled in wisdom and character. Today, however, I discovered the first person to know who Victorian de Esgrignon was. I shouldn't have said the first. There's also a Poliniac and a Montesquieu who knows that." Mr. de Charles added that he knew that comparing the two with her son would only make the Marquis fascinated." Besides, Ling Lang was born in a noble family. His grandfather's collection of 18th century treasures is well known. If you'd like to enjoy it, I'll show you the set I have treasured when I come to lunch with you someday." He said to the young Viktonian, "Let me show you a rare edition of The Antiquities Showroom with Balzac's modified handwriting on it.

I shall be most delighted to compare the two Victorians face to face."

I couldn't bear to leave Swan behind. He was so weak that his body was like a distillation steamer, in which the chemical reactions could be clearly observed. His face was covered with tiny iron-blue spots, which did not look like a living face. It gave off a peculiar smell, like the one that pervaded after the "experiment" in high school. It smelled terrible and made people reluctant to stay in the "science lab" any longer. I asked him if he had had a long talk with Prince Gelmont and if he would like to talk to me about what they really said.

"All right." He answered me, "But first you go to Mr. de Charles and Mrs. de Hughes and I'll wait for you here."

It turned out that Mr. De Charles, disgusted with the overheated room, suggested Mrs. De Hughes to leave and sit in another room, but instead of inviting her two sons to go with her mother, he sent me a request. In this way, he created the illusion that the two young people would no longer be interested in them after they had been hooked. As Mrs. De Hughie-Leddick was quite unpopular, he pushed the boat down the river to give me personal affection.

Unfortunately, we had just sat down in a crowded, empty doorway, and Mrs. Saint-Felter, the target of the baron's mockery, came over. Maybe in order to hide her opposition to Mr. de Charles, or to show her public disdain for it, or even to show her intimacy with the lady who spoke so casually with him, Mrs. Saint-de-Felter was arrogant and courteous enough to say "Good-day" to the famous beauty, who immediately returned the courtesy. With a sneer on his face, he glanced at Mr. de Charles from the corner of his eye. Mrs. de Saint-Felter behind us wanted to continue her search for guests for the next day, but the door was narrow and she was in a dilemma. Mr. De Charles longed to show his ability of cynicism and aggression in front of the mothers of the two young sons. How could he let such a precious opportunity slip away? I inadvertently asked him a silly question, which offered him a chance to brag and triumph. Poor Mrs. Saint-de-Fairt was crowded behind us, barely able to move, and had to listen to his mockery without missing a word.

"Believe it or not, this rash young man," he pointed at me. "He was so rash that he asked me if I wanted to go to Mrs. de Saint-de-Felter's house. He didn't pay any attention to this kind of need. I wondered if he was asking me if I had diarrhea. Well, anyway, I have to find a more comfortable place to relax. It's better than going to that family. If I have a good memory, I'm just about to come out and that person celebrates his centenary. To be frank, I won't go to her house. But who sounds more interesting than her? How many historical memories, hearings, witnesses, personal experiences, the First Empire, the Restoration period, and how many secret history privacy, naturally there is no "sacred" can be said to be "green" sour, if you believe that centenarians jump around, thighs are also light! I don't ask about those fascinating times because my olfactory organs are so sensitive. It's enough for the old lady to stand beside her. I want to say at once:'Ouch! My God, who smashed my dung pit?'Actually, the Marquis just opened her mouth for a treat. You see, I was unlucky when I went to her house. The dung pit expanded into a magnificent dung pit. However, she has a mysterious surname, which always arouses my happy Association of "golden wedding". Although she has already passed the happy celebration of "golden wedding", I think of the so-called "degenerate" silly poem:'Ah! Qingqing! How green my soul was that day... But what I need is a more distinctive green. Someone told me that the tireless woman was running around to hold a garden party. I called it'Please go to Yin-Gully'. Are you going to splash your stink? He asked Mrs. De Hush, who was embarrassed this time. Because, in front of the baron, she wanted to pretend she couldn't go out, but she knew that even if she lived a few days less, she couldn't miss the Saint-de-Felter Garden Fair, so she took a compromise, that is to say, no doubt, to get out of the predicament. This ambiguous attitude resembles that of a foolish art lover and a calculating tailor, so that although Mr. De Charles still wants to please her, he has no scruples and is not afraid to offend her. He laughs to show her that "I don't believe it".

"I always admire people who are well-planned," she said, "but I often cancel appointments when I'm leaving. I can change my mind about a little summer dress. It all depends on my interest."

As far as I am concerned, I am indignant at Mr. de Charles'abhorrent ridicule just now. I would like to pay tribute to the woman who held the garden party. Unfortunately, in the upper classes, as in politics, victims are always so timid and fearful that they will not resent those who persecute them. Mrs. de Saint-Felter finally squeezed out the door which we had blocked the entrance. When she passed by, she accidentally touched the baron. She pushed her boat along the river with elegance, instantly dispelling all her indignation, or even expecting to be able to put up her voice. It seemed that this was not the first experiment: "Ah!" I'm sorry, Mr. de Charles, but I hope I haven't ruined you." She cried out for compensation as if she were kneeling down in front of her master. Mr. Cod Charles only responded with a sarcastic laugh and finally gave me a "good night", but it seemed as if the Marquis had waited for her to greet him before she found her there. So the "good night" was an insult. Finally, Mrs. de Saint-Felter came to me vulgarly. He pulled me aside and whispered to me, "But what on earth have I done to apologize to De Charles? It is said that in his opinion, he thinks I am not very beautiful." She said, laughing loudly, I really feel pain for her. However, I still maintain a serious attitude. On the one hand, I think it would be foolish for her to always assume that no one in the world is as beautiful as her, or to always try to make people feel that the world counts her beauty. On the other hand, this is clearly not ridiculous, but some people always laugh so happily about what they say. In this way, the laughter is entirely covered by them alone, which naturally saves us from opening our mouths.

"Others said he was angry because I didn't invite him. But it's hard for him to give me the courage. He seems to be gambling with me (I think it's too light to say that). Please try to figure it out and let me know tomorrow. If he feels guilty and wants to come with you, bring him along. Be merciful to all sins. Mrs. De Hussein was very upset about it, and I would be quite happy if he came. I give you the right. You're the most sensitive person to this kind of thing. I don't want to give you the look of a dead-faced beggar. Anyway, I'm absolutely sure of you."

I thought Swan would be tired waiting for me. Besides, because of Albertina's affair, I didn't want to go home too late, so I said goodbye to Mrs. de Hughes and Mr. de Charles and went to the recreation room to find my sick man. I asked him if his conversation with the prince in the garden was as true as Mr. de Brioday (but I did not give him his name) had told us about a short play by Bergott. He laughed loudly: "No word is true, absolutely not, pure fabrication, fabrication is really silly. This generation of young people, the message is really extraordinary. I don't ask who told you, but it's interesting to go to the bottom step by step in such a limited area and find out how this is actually made up of cages. What did the prince say to me? How could it interest so many people? These people are really curious. But I've never been curious, unless I feel real or jealous. It's a big eye-opener for me! Are you jealous? I told Swan that I never felt jealous, or even jealous." That's good! I congratulate you. A little jealousy, not to mention disgust. There are two reasons: First, let those who don't like to nose into other people's lives, or at least care about the lives of another person. Second, once you have jealousy, you can really feel the joy of having a woman, riding with her, regardless of the pleasure of going out alone. However, such benefits can only be enjoyed if jealousy is first developed or completely cured. Once beyond this limit, it is the most terrible torture. Besides, although I mentioned those two kinds of pleasures to you just now, I should tell you that I seldom have such a taste myself. As far as the first pleasure is concerned, it is the fault of my temperament that makes me incapable of deliberating in my life; as far as the second pleasure is concerned, it is because of the environment, because of women, I mean all women, and I have envied them. But it doesn't matter. People will never be indifferent to past love, even if they no longer love it, because there is always one reason or another, but they do not value it for others. The emotional memories of the past, we feel in our hearts; we must also return to our hearts, in order to witness this memory. Please don't laugh at this idealist jargon. What I want to say is that I used to love life and art. Hey! Now I am quite tired and can no longer live with others. The emotions I had in the past are purely personal. I feel so precious that all collectors have such hobbies. I open my heart to myself, like opening a window to see, one by one, how much love I have, others can not feel it anyway. Nowadays, I cherish this treasured emotion more, and other things are much worse. I have some similarities with Mazaran, who loves books as much as he wants. I ask myself how annoyed I would be if I lost all this. Or back to the truth. Talk about talking to the prince. I only tell one person about it, and that person is you." However, I was disturbed by his speech, and Mr. de Charles returned to the entertainment room, chattering away from us.

"Do you read, too? What are your hobbies? He asked Count Anilev, but the Count did not even know Balzac's name. However, it is precisely because in his short-sighted eyes, everything is extremely small, which makes him appear to be far away, like a Greek god, giving people a rare poetic and picturesque, two eyes like stars twinkling, distant and mysterious.

"Shall we go for a walk in the garden, sir?" At the same time, I said to Swan, Count Anilev's tongue seemed to be short, as if to show that at least his intelligence had not yet fully developed, and he was answering Mr. De Charles's question with pleasure and naivety: "Oh! I love golf and tennis. I love playing, running, and polo in particular. It's like Minerva. After incarnation, she ceases to be the city's goddess of wisdom and turns part of her body into pure sports. The patron saint of pure equestrian became Athena equestrian. She also went skiing in St. Moritz because Pallas often climbed mountains to catch up with knights. Ha!" Mr. De Charles laughed as if he were a learned wise man, with a transcendental smile, even disdaining to hide his sarcastic expression, and believing that he was far wiser than others. He did not take into account the wisdom of the least foolish people at all, only when they might bring him pleasure in another way. Only then can they be reluctantly distinguished from the most foolish. Mr. De Charles felt that his conversation with Anilov gave him undoubtedly a superior position that everyone should admire and acknowledge." No, "Swan answered me." I'm too tired to walk. Let's sit aside. I can't stand any longer. " This is the truth, but at the beginning of the conversation, he regained some vitality. This is because for neurotic people, even in the most authentic state of exhaustion, it often depends in part on attention, only in memory. Once they are afraid of fatigue, they immediately feel exhausted. To eliminate fatigue, they only need to forget it. It is true that Swan is not exactly the kind of indefatigable and weak person who arrives tired, exhausted and can no longer sustain himself. But when talking, he looks as if he sees the fresh flowers in the clear water. He can talk for hours at a time and draw courage from his words. Unfortunately, he can't do that. Strength is transmitted to those who listen. As the speaker feels more and more refreshed, the listener becomes more and more exhausted. But Swan belongs to that strong Jewish race and has strong vitality. Despite his poor fate, Swan seems doomed to extinction, but he struggles desperately. Because of the persecution of their race, each of them suffered from a special disease. They struggled terribly again and again before their deathbed. All they saw was a prophetic mustache, showing only a huge nose, breathing in the last breath, and praying ceremonies were to be held as usual, distant relatives. They began to line up on time, as if walking on the woolen carpet of Assyria, moving forward mechanically, but even at this point, they continued to struggle, incredibly long delays.

Minerva, the goddess of wisdom in Roman mythology, is Athena in Greek mythology. Athena is the patron saint of Athens. She inadvertently killed Pallas, the daughter of Triton. In memory of Pallas, Athena changed her name to Pallas and called herself Pallas Athena.

When we went to find a seat, we could leave the small circle of Mr. de Charles, two young husbands and their mothers, and Swan involuntarily threw a savory gaze at the mother's upper body, opening his eyes as if he were an expert for a long time, full of lust. He even picked up his single glasses so that he could see them more clearly. So he talked to me and glanced in the direction of the lady from time to time.

"What I'm going to say next is not bad," Swan said to me as we sat down. "It's my conversation with the prince. If you remember what I just said to you, you'll soon understand why I chose you as my confidant. Of course, there are other reasons. Sooner or later you will find out. My dear Swan', Prince Gelmont said to me,'If you think I've been avoiding you lately, please forgive me. (Because I'm sick and I'm avoiding you myself, so I'm not aware of it.) First of all, I've heard that I had anticipated, of course, that you had a totally opposite view of the unfortunate event that split the country. If you publicize it in front of me, it will make me miserable. I was extremely nervous. Two years ago, my wife heard her brother-in-law, Grand Duke Hess, say that Dreyfus was innocent. She rebutted, but she was afraid to make me angry and never mentioned it to me. Almost at the same time, when the Swedish prince came to Paris, he might have heard that Queen Eugenie was a Dreyfus, but he confused the Queen with my wife (who confused such a noble woman as my wife with that Spanish woman) and said to my wife:'Mrs. Prince, I have seen her. You are doubly happy because I know that your views on the Dreyfus incident are in line with mine, and I am not surprised at that, because your Highness is a Bavarian. This remark provoked the prince the following reply:'Sir, I am now a real French prince's wife, and my thoughts are in line with all my fellow countrymen'. However, my dear Swan, about a year and a half ago, I had a conversation with General De Bozefoye, which raised my doubts. Although it was not a case of wrongdoing, there were unfair practices in dealing with it.

Our conversation was interrupted by Mr. de Charles, who did not want others to hear what he said. Besides, Mr. de Charles did not take us seriously at all. He led Mrs. de Schuchy around again, stopped and tried to keep her for a while, perhaps because of her two sons, or not. Or because the people of the Gelmont family have always had a desire to Shortly afterwards, Swan disclosed to me one of the things related to this, which made me eliminate all the poetic sentiments that had been generated by the surname of Hush-Leddick in the past. Marquis Luddick had a much higher position in the upper class and a much more respectable relationship than her cousin, the poor Duke of Luddick, who lived in the feudal lands. But the words "Luddick" at the end of her surname did not have the origin I had given it. In the past, I thought. Like, I always associate these three words with the surnames of "Burlabe" and "Buvalerova". In fact, it is no longer common, but there is only an Earl named Hush who married a millionaire industrial millionaire during the period of the restoration of the dynasty. The giant is called Mr. Le Dick or Mr. Le Dick, whose father is a chemical manufacturer, the richest man in France, and a member of the Parliament of the French aristocracy. King Charles X has newly appointed Marquis de Hussein-Ledillo to the children brought about by this marriage, because Marquis de Hussein already exists in the family. Although this family name includes the name of the bourgeois, it does not hinder the marriage of this family branch with great wealth to the most prominent family in the kingdom. The Marquis of Hush-Leddick, now of noble birth, could have attained first-class status. However, the evil devil led her astray, drove her to disdain her present status, intentionally get rid of family life, and caused a lot of discussion. At the beginning, she was 20 years old, and the upper class society that had fallen under her feet had been scorned by her. Now, in her first year of life, the upper class society had abandoned her. She felt extremely painful. Ten years later, no one paid tribute to her except a few loyal girlfriends. So she began to work hard, bit by bit, hard. It's not surprising to recapture everything she was born with.

French was meant to be the Duke.

(2) French originally means: town of the abbot.

(3) French originally means: King's Forest.

She used to have six relatives who didn't recognize her. Now it's their turn not to recognize her. She could have induced them to reconcile with her by reminding them of their childhood, but she said she didn't want to enjoy it. In order to hide her pretentious elegance, she may have been lying when she said so, but not as she imagined. On the day when Bazan finally belonged to her, she sighed with emotion: "Bazan, that's all my youth!" This sentiment does contain some true feelings. But when she chose Bazan as her lover, she made a mistake. For this matter, Duke Gelmont's girlfriends unanimously supported the Duchess. Mrs. de Hughes had a hard time climbing up the hill and sliding down from it again. Ouch! " Mr. De Charles was trying to think of ways to prolong the conversation when he said to her, "Please pay tribute to that beautiful portrait for me. What happened to it? Is there any change? "But," Mrs. De Hussein answered, "you know it's not with me anymore: my husband doesn't like it at all." Dislike! It's a contemporary masterpiece, comparable to Nakie's Duchess of Chardonnay, and Nakie doesn't want to fix an inferior murderous and bloodless gorgeous goddess on the screen! Ah! That little blue collar! Vermeer never painted a better picture than that. Oh, let's not speak too loud, lest Swan hear us and attack us, avenging his favorite painter, De Deleuver." The Marquise turned around, smiled at Swan, who rose to greet her, and stretched out her hand. But perhaps in his old age, his indifference to public opinion deprived him of moral consciousness, or his strong desire, which helped to conceal his inner desire, weakened his self-control ability. Swan shook hands with the Duchess very close, saw her crisp breast from the top down, and tightened up without scruple. Deep in the bra, the eyes are focused, serious, attentive, and almost restless, and the nostrils of the females are twitching, like a pink butterfly, just discovering a flower, ready to fly down. Suddenly, he burst out of her momentary ecstasy, and Mrs. De Hush, though embarrassed, sometimes had a very strong appeal to hope, and she held her deep breath for a moment. The painter was angry, "she said to Mr. de Charles," and took the picture back. It is said that this portrait is now on the house of Diana St. de Felter." The Baron listened and said, "I will never believe that a masterpiece should be so tasteless."

"He's blowing that portrait of her with her, and I can be as godly as Charles." Swan said to me, deliberately taking out a slow and orderly rascal tone, must not look away from a man and a woman." And it certainly brings me more pleasure than Charles." He added another sentence.

I asked Swan if it was true that people were talking about De Charles, and I lied double because if I didn't know what people were talking about him, on the contrary, since the afternoon, I had fully understood that what I wanted to say was true. Swan shrugged his shoulders as if I were talking nonsense.

In other words, it was a pleasant friend. However, I need to add that he is purely Platonic. He's just more emotional than anyone else, that's all; but he never goes too far with women, which in turn provides you with some kind of excuse for the absurdity of what you're trying to figure out. Charles may indeed love his boyfriends, but you can believe that love has never been left in his mind and heart. Oh, now, I'm afraid we can have peace for two seconds. By the way, Prince Gelmont then went on:'I have to admit to you, you know, that I have always respected the army for this reason, and it pains me to think that there have been injustices in dealing with cases; and then I spoke to the general about it, alas, and now I have no doubt about it. To tell you the truth, I never even thought that an innocent person would be subjected to a very disgraceful humiliation. But the idea that there had been injustice in the case has been plaguing me. I began to study materials that I didn't want to read. This time, not only doubts about injustice, but also about innocence. I don't think I should tell my wife all these doubts. God knows that she has become as authentic a Frenchman as I am. Anyway, from the day I married her, I showed her the splendor of France and the most brilliant achievement of France in my opinion, the army, how sincere my heart is, although my doubts are really only about it. Several officers, but to tell my wife, I can't bear it. It's too painful. However, I come from a military family and do not want to believe that officers will confuse right and wrong. Once again, I spoke to Bozefoyer about my doubts. He admitted to me that there was indeed a plot - Conspiracy - which deserved to be condemned. That information might not have been provided by Dreyfus, but he was guilty and well-documented. The so-called evidence is Henry's witness. But a few days later, I learned that he was a pure perjury. From there, I avoided my wife and began to read the Century and Sinian newspapers for a day. Soon, my doubts were solved one by one, and I could not sleep any longer. I poured out spiritual pain to our good friend, Abbot Poire. I was surprised to find that he was as sure as I was that Dreyfus was innocent. I asked him to mass for Drefus and for his unfortunate wife and children. Here, one morning, I went to my wife's bedroom and found something in the maid's hand. When I saw it, I hurried to hide it. I smiled and asked her what she was. Her face was red and she was reluctant to tell the truth. I had always been incredibly confident in my wife, which made me extremely uneasy (my wife must be uneasy too, and her maid undoubtedly told her about it), and my dear Mary hardly spoke to me at lunch afterwards. That day, I asked President Poire if he could give me a Mass for Dreyfus the next day. Hey, all right! " Swan lowered his voice, screamed and stopped talking.

I looked up and saw Duke Gelmont coming towards us. Sorry to disturb you, my children. My little baby,'he said to me,'I came to you at Oliana's behest. Mary Hilbert asked her to stay and have some supper with them. There were five or six people in all: Mrs. Hess, Mrs. de Lini, Mrs. de Taranto, Mrs. de Shepherds, and Duchess Alembert. Unfortunately, we can't stay because we have a little party to attend." I'm all ears, but whenever we have something to do at a particular time, we will assign a boy in our heart who is accustomed to such errands to pay attention to time and report to us in time. This servant in my heart, as I had ordered hours before, reminded me that Albertina, now in the depths of my mind, should come to my house soon after the play. I refuse to stay for supper. It's not that I'm unhappy at Prince Gelmont's house. People can have many kinds of fun. And the real pleasure is that it sacrifices another kind of pleasure. But if this latter pleasure is obvious, or even conspicuous, it may conceal the former pleasure, calm the heart of the jealous person, get rid of his jealousy, and induce the upper class to make a wrong evaluation. However, a little happiness or pain is enough to make us sacrifice another pleasure for one pleasure. Occasionally, there is a third kind of pleasure, which is more profound, but also essential, although it is the pleasure that we are pursuing behind our eyes. In peacetime, for example, a soldier sacrifices his communicative life for love, but when war breaks out (even without resorting to patriotic responsibility), he sacrifices his love for more intense fighting enthusiasm. Although Swan said he was happy to tell me what had happened to him, I clearly felt that, because it was too late and because he was very uncomfortable, talking to me was actually a burden, just like those who were weak. They knew in their hearts that if they stayed up late again and again and worked too hard, they were just playing their lives, so they went home. Whenever he feels despair and regret, he feels like a prodigal son who has wasted all his money. Although he regrets endlessly, he can't control himself. The next day he still throws his money out of the window and splurges on it. Whether it is due to old age or illness, as long as the body weakens to a certain extent, any disregard of living habits, disrupt the rules of life, sacrifice sleep and enjoy will turn into a worry. The chatty man continued to talk out of courtesy and pleasure, but he knew that the time for sleeping had passed, and the insomnia and fatigue that followed would make him regret endlessly. Moreover, even if the temporary pleasure is satisfied, but due to excessive physical and energy expenditure, although in the eyes of the interlocutor is also a kind of pastime, but unable to enjoy. It's like going out or moving one day, when a visitor's visit becomes a burden, a person sits in a suitcase to receive visitors while his eyes are fixed on the clock.

"At last we're both left." Swan said to me, "I forgot where I said it. As I said to you just now, the Prince asked President Poire if he could give Dreyfus a mass for him, right? No, the abbot answered me ("I'll tell you about me," Swan said to me, "because it was the prince who spoke to me, you understand?" Because somebody has asked me to do Mass for him tomorrow morning. Why,'I said to him,'Is there another Catholic who is as sure as I am that he is innocent?' That's true." But the believer was not so sure that he was innocent as I was." But that follower had asked me to do several Masses for him, and you thought Draves was guilty at that time. Ah! I see. That man is certainly not in our circle." On the contrary!" Really, are there Dreyfus among us? You surprised me. I wish I could make friends with him. If I knew him, this precious bird. You know." What's his name?" Mrs. Prince Gelmont." I'm worried about frustrating my wife's nationalist views and French national beliefs, and she's afraid of shaking my religious beliefs and patriotic feelings. For her part, she agreed with me, even though she thought about it earlier than I did. What her maid hides in her bedroom is the Sinian newspaper that she buys for her every day. From then on, my dear Swan, I thought I would please you and tell you how similar my thoughts are to yours on this point; please forgive me for not telling you earlier. If you think about my silent attitude towards my wife, you will not be surprised: it is in accordance with your ideas that I avoid you. If it is different from yours, maybe I will not hide from you like that. Because it was painful for me to talk about it. The more I firmly believe that this is a case of injustice, falsehood and wrongdoing, and even criminal acts, the more bleeding my love for the army will be. The other day, I was told that you strongly condemned the insult to the army and firmly opposed the agreement of the Dreyfuss elements to form an alliance with those who insulted the army. At that time, I should have thought that even if you held a similar view to me, it would never cause you the same pain as I did. That prompted me to make up my mind. I admit that it was painful for me to pour out my opinions on some officers. Fortunately, there were not many officers of this kind. But I need not avoid you any more. Especially since then, you have fully understood that I would have insisted on different opinions because of my dependence on the verdict at that time. Without any doubt, it was a relief to me. Once I have doubts, all I want is one thing: to correct my mistakes. I honestly admit to you that I was deeply moved by Prince Gelmont's words. If you know him well, like me, and know how much courage he has to give in making such a decision, you will respect him and he deserves it. Besides, I'm not surprised at his ideas. How honest his personality is! "

Swan forgot that it was this afternoon that he had said the opposite to me. He said that his views on Dreyfus were usually constrained by traditional consciousness. It's just that he thinks intelligence should be a different story. Because in Saint Lou, it is wisdom that overcomes traditional consciousness and makes him a member of the Dreyfus School. However, he had just seen that the victory was short-lived, and Saint Lucia had moved into another camp. Therefore, he now believes that it is the integrity of the mind that matters, not the intelligence that he thought not long ago. In fact, we always find that our opponents have some reason to stick to their position, not because they may be right to act like that. Similarly, some people hold the same view with us because intelligence or integrity * plays a driving role, if their quality is low, it is not enough to play a role. Use, that is the result of intelligence, if they lack insight, it is the integrity of nature* to play a role.

Now, Swan does not make any difference. Everyone who agrees with him thinks he is a smart man, such as his old friend Prince Gelmont and my classmate Block. Before that, he left Block aside and now invites him to lunch. Swan disclosed to Block the fact that Prince Gelmont was a Dreyfus and aroused his great interest. He should be asked to sign the list of our petitions for Bikar; signing his distinguished surname would have a huge impact." Nevertheless, Swan's inner heart is deeply rooted in the smoothness and stability of upper-class people besides the strong beliefs of Jews. Now it is too late to get rid of it. He refuses to allow Block to send petitions to the prince, even if they are sent out spontaneously. He will never sign his name. He must not force others to do so." Swan repeated, "How delightful it is for him to come close to us after thousands of miles. He is of great use to us. If he signs your petition, his reputation among his relatives and friends will be affected and punished for us. In this way, he may regret telling the truth and never say his heart again." Moreover, Swan himself refused to sign his name, which he thought was too Hebrew and would inevitably lead to adverse consequences. Moreover, even if he supported the action to reopen the case, he would never be willing to participate in the anti-militarism movement. He wore a medal he had never worn before, which he won as a vigorous national mover in 70 years. He also added a new one to his will, contrary to his previous testament, which demanded that he be honored as a knight of the Order of Honor after his death. This attracted a large number of knighthood winners, crowded around Gombre Church, and Franois often cried at the prospect of war. In a word, Swan refused to sign Block's petition, so that although many people regarded him as a fanatical Dreyfus, my classmates thought that he was not enthusiastic, deeply poisoned by nationalism and a nationalist.

Swan left without shaking hands with me because there were too many friends in the living room to shake hands and say goodbye, but he said to me, "You should come and see your girlfriend Hilbert. She really grew up, changed, you may not recognize her. How happy she should be!" I don't love Hilbert anymore. For me, she is like a dead person, after mourning her for a long time, she forgot that even if she died and came back, she can no longer occupy a place in life, because this person's life no longer belongs to her. I had no desire to see her again, or even to show her that I didn't want to see her anymore. When I loved her, I had sworn every day that once I stopped loving her, I would tell her plainly.

For this reason, I had to pretend to be unable to meet Hilbert because of the unexpected situation, which "did not shift my will", dragged me down. Indeed, at least because of some sequelae. Once I did not intend to get rid of the unexpected situation, it happened unexpectedly, but I did not. He was cautious about Swan's invitation, but insisted that Swan should promise to explain the situation to his daughter naturally. It was because the unexpected situation haunted me that I couldn't get out of my way to see her, and I was afraid that I couldn't visit her in the future. I insisted that Swan not let him go until he promised." Besides, I'll write to her as soon as I get home." I added, "But you have to make it clear to her that this letter will surely surprise her. I'll be free in a month or two. By then, she'll be shivering because I'm going to your house as often as I used to."

Before let Swan go, I reminded him to take care of himself." Oh, no, it's not that bad yet." He answered me, "But, as I told you, I'm quite tired. I'm ready to think and I'm resigned to fate. But I have to admit that it's hard to die before the Dreyfus case is over. Those bastards are all crafty. I have no doubt that they will eventually be defeated, but they are powerful and backstage everywhere. Things often succeed or fail. How I wish I could live a few more days to see Dreyfus regain his reputation and meet Colonel Bikal."

When Swan left, I returned to the living room, where Mrs. Gelmont was, I did not realize that I would be so inseparable from her one day. At first, her love for Mr. de Charles had not been noticed by me. I only found that the Baron was not hostile to Princess Gelmont (and his hostility was not surprising), and that he was as close to her as ever, perhaps more than ever, but from a certain time on, whenever someone talked about her, his face was cloudy and gloomy. He never mentioned her name on the list of friends he wanted to have dinner with.

Before that, I did hear a malicious person in the upper class say that Mrs. Prince fell in love with Mr. De Charles as she had been judged before, but I think it's a ridiculous slander and I'm angry. I was surprised to find that when I talked about my own affairs, if Mr. de Charles interrupted, Mrs. Prince's attention would be tighter, just like a patient who was absent-minded and listless when listening to us talk about his own affairs, but suddenly heard mention of his illness, which caused him. Interest, and even listen with interest. That's what Mrs. Prince did, once I said to her, "Just right, Mr. de Charles told me..." She immediately tightened her relaxed attention reins again. Once, in front of her, I said that Mr. De Charles was deeply affectionate towards a certain woman. I was amazed to find a strange light in the eyes of the Prince's wife. It flashed in her eyes and disappeared in a flash, as if a sudden sign of insanity had been drawn, because our conversation had unconsciously touched the right one. Fang's mind, that secret and unspoken mind, is not expressed in words, but rises from the bottom of the mind disturbed by us to the surface of the instantaneous eye. If what I said stirred up the emotional ripples of the Princess's wife, I did not really consider the way in which it worked.

And soon afterwards, she volunteered to talk to me about Mr. De Charles, almost without any secret. Although she also mentioned a few people's gossip about barons, she was regarded as nothing but malicious slander. Nevertheless, she said, "I think if a woman falls in love with a great talent like Palamedes, she needs a considerable vision and dedication to endure, understand, let it be, respect her freedom and hobbies, and devote herself wholeheartedly to solving his problems." Nevertheless, Mrs. de Gelmont, in spite of her flickering remarks, revealed what she was trying to whitewash, in the same way as Mr. de Charles did from time to time. At present, some people still do not know whether the rumors about Charles are pure slander. I have heard Charles say to these people many times: "Oh, my life is rough and bumpy, whether it is a robber or a king, all kinds of people have seen, all kinds of beauty, I have sought, I should admit, by contrast, I. There's also a preference for thieves..." Through these smart words, he negated the gossip that no one doubted had been circulated (or out of interest, out of the balance of advantages and disadvantages, out of the consideration of authenticity, in order to make a contribution to truth which he thought was only meagre). He dispelled some people's last doubts about him, but also made others. Those who had not yet raised suspicions put the first few questions on him. The most dangerous crime of harbouring is the negligence of harbouring in the criminal's mind. Because he was always thinking about such a mistake, he could not imagine how little the mistake itself was known and how easily pure rumors could be credible; conversely, he could not understand that in his self-righteous speeches, in the eyes of others, he did not provoke a certain degree of truth. Moreover, if he tried to keep his mouth shut, he would be wrong in any case, because in the upper classes, there was no evil habit that could not be supported and tolerated. Once he knew that the love between the two sisters was not out of sisterhood, the castle would be in a hurry and rearranged so that the two sisters could be allowed to fall in love. My sister sleeps in the same bed. However, it was a special little thing that made me suddenly aware of Mrs. Prince's personal feelings. I don't want to say more about it because it was related to another rumor. I heard that Mr. De Charles would rather offend the queen than lose his appointment with the barber, who had to have his hair permed for a bus conductor to see. In front of this man, Mr. De Charles was confused and had no ownership. However, in order to clarify the prince's wife's personal feelings, or to talk about which heart opened my eyes. That day, I was sitting alone in the carriage with the Princess's wife. She stopped the car as she passed a post office. When she went out that day, she did not bring her close servant. She pulled a letter out of her cage half-covertly and got out of the car to throw it into the mailbox. I tried to stop her, but she dodged slightly. At that moment, both of us understood that her action before leaving the car was obviously to protect the secret, but to reveal the opportunity, and I stopped it, which hindered her from keeping the secret. It was not very interesting. First she regained her composure. But she still blushed and handed me the letter. I dared not refuse to answer it, but when I dropped it in the mail, I caught a glimpse that it was addressed to Mr. De Charles.

Looking back now, I will continue to talk about the first time I went to the Princess's house for a party. The Duchess and Duchess of Gelmont led me, eager to leave, and I went to say goodbye to the Princess's wife. Nevertheless, Mr. de Gelmont wanted to say goodbye to his brother in person. Mrs. de Cassie stood under a door and lost no time in telling the Duke that Mr. de Charles was kind to her and to her son. For the first time in his life, Bazan was deeply touched by his brother's kindness, which aroused the feeling of flesh and bones that could hardly endure a deep sleep. When we said goodbye to Mrs. Prince, Bazan did not intentionally thank Mr. De Charles, but insisted on showing him a deep feeling of his heart. Perhaps it was hard for him to help himself, or he hoped that the Baron would remember that, as he did this evening, his brother would not turn a blind eye to him, just like someone rewarding him with candy and straight hind legs. Stand up funny puppy, let the dog remember firmly, as long as you use your hind legs upright, you can get such a sweet head. Ah! Little brother, "said the Duke, holding Mr. de Charles in his arms affectionately." As he passed in front of his eldest brother, he did not even say a word to Xiao An. I can't see you, Meimei. You don't know how much I miss you. I looked through some letters from my family and found the letter from my poor mother. How doting it was on you. Thank you, Bazan." Mr. de Charles answered that his voice was choking and he could not restrain his excitement whenever he mentioned his mother." You should make up your mind to allow me to build a house for you in Gelmont." The Duke continued. I'm glad to see the brothers being so close." Mrs. Prince said to Oliana. Ah! I don't think there are any brothers like this in the world. I will certainly invite you and him to visit in the future. Mrs. Prince promised me, "Are you getting along well with him?" Well, what on earth can they say without end? She added an uneasy word in her voice because she could not hear what they were saying. Every time she saw Mr. de Gelmont's joy in talking with her brother about the past, she felt a little vinegar. The reason was that Mr. de Gelmont tended to avoid his wife a little whenever he touched on the past. She felt that when the brothers were happy to be together, she could no longer suppress her curiosity and could not wait to join them, they were not satisfied with her arrival. But that night, in addition to the vinegar produced by this habit, it also added another part of jealousy. It turned out that Mrs. de Cassie had told Mr. de Gelmont the truth about how his brother was so kind that she wished him to thank him. Meanwhile, her faithful friends believed that the Duchess should be informed that they saw her husband's mistress alone with her husband's younger brother. Madame de Gelmont was distressed." Think about how happy we were in Gelmont in the past." The Duke continued to say to Mr. de Charles, "If you come to play in the summer, we can live happily as before. Do you remember Father Gooffrey? Why did Pascal stir people up? Because he was disturbed... Panic... "Confusion," Mr. De Charles recited, as if still answering the teacher's question, "Why was Pascal disturbed? Because he stirred the hearts of the people... Panic... Confusion." 'Very well, you will certainly pass, and you will be well received. The Duchess will also award you a Chinese Dictionary. I remember clearly, my little plum! I remember that Elphi de Saint-Dang brought you back a large antique vase, which is still vivid. You love China so much that you scare us to live in that country for a lifetime; then you'll like to go far away. Ah! You're an unusual person. It can be said that no matter what your interests are, you are always different from others. As soon as the Duke's last words were uttered, his face rose like the sun, for he knew his brother's virtue, or at least his reputation. He never mentioned this to his brother in the past, but now his careless slip of the tongue seems to be related to his brother's reputation, which makes him even more embarrassed, and the more embarrassed he is, the more embarrassed he really is. After a moment of silence, the Duke, in order to erase the last words, said, "Who knows, you may have loved a Chinese woman in the past, and then fell in love with a white-skinned woman, to make them like, for example, there is a lady, you talk with her tonight, to make her happy. She's intoxicated with you." The Duke had intended not to mention Mrs. Tide Hughes, but he had just made an inappropriate remark, which made his mind confused. He opened his mouth in a hurry and took the woman in front of him as an example. However, no matter how she moved him, she should not be mentioned in the conversation. Mr. de Charles noticed that his brother was flushing. Everyone knows that if criminals hear people mention in person that they do not consider them guilty of crimes, they always try to avoid appearing embarrassed, even if it is possible to set fire to themselves, they still feel it is appropriate to continue talking.

"I'm very happy about that." Mr. de Charles answered the Duke, "But I still want to turn around and talk about what you just said. I think your words are very pertinent. How right you are to say that my thoughts have always been different! You said I had a special interest..." No." De Gelmont denied that he did not say these words, and perhaps did not believe that his brother would do what they meant. Or does the Duke think he has the right to mention the baron's eccentricity and make him feel bad? Anyway, the baron's eccentric behaviour is rather secretive and unclear, and will never endanger his present prominence. Moreover, the Duke felt that his brother's position might be beneficial to his mistresses, and that his mind should be rewarded with some kind of tolerance; even though he now knew his brother's "unusual" personal feelings, he was hoping to gain his brother's support, and that hope was intertwined with his pious memories of the past. Mr. Teh will also turn a blind eye to it, refuse to pursue it, and even help when needed." Look at you, Bazan; good night, Palamedes." The Duchess, annoyed and curious, could hardly hold back any longer, and said, "If you've decided to stay overnight, we'd better stay for supper. You've had Mary and I stand for half an hour." After the Duke gave his brother a meaningful hug and left him, the three of us went down the broad steps of the princess's Palace together. In the world

On the top steps stood a couple on both sides, waiting for the carriage to greet them. The Duchess stood upright on the left side of the steps, beside her husband and me. She had wrapped up her Tiebolo jacket, her collar fastened to a jewel buckle, and the men and women around her stared greedily at her in an attempt to unexpectedly discover the mystery of her elegant and wonderful manners. On the other side of the same staircase where Mrs. de Gelmont was, Mrs. de Lagarton was waiting for the carriage. She had long been desperate and feared that she would never be able to get her cousin's initiative to visit her, so when she saw Mrs. de Gelmont, she turned around and pretended not to see her, so as not to leave a laughing stock and say that her cousin did not pay any attention to her at all. Some of the gentlemen who stood with her thought they should talk to her about Oliana. Mrs. de Lagarton was very angry: "I don't want to see her at all." She answered them and said, "Besides, I saw her just now, and she's getting old; it looks like she can't help it. Bazan himself said so. Oh dear! Well, I fully understand that she is not smart, she is so bad that she has pus all over her body, and she behaves so vulgarly that she knows in her heart that once she is old and pearly, she will have no more capital.

I had put my coat on earlier, and because it was hot, Mr. de Gelmont was worried that it would cool down later, and when he came down the steps with me, he taught me a lesson. The Duke, who was more or less educated by the Durbonlood, spoke French badly (with the exception of the Castleland family), and expressed his thoughts in such a way that he said, "Before going out, it's better not to dress, at least, in the general argument." The whole scene of that day's departure is vivid, and it seems to me that Prince de Sagan has been seen again. If necessary, I seem to have moved his portrait from the frame to this staircase. That time, it seems to be the Prince's last social gathering, and I clearly see his gesture of taking off his hat and saluting the Duchess. He wore white gloves in his hand, which was interesting to the gardenia flowers decorated on the ornament hole. He only saw the big top hat in his hand swirling and dancing, which was very exaggerated. People were surprised that it must be a feather felt hat popular in the old system. On the noble's face, several ancestors'looks were just like those of him. The reproduction of its parts. He stayed by the Duchess for only a moment, but even in a flash, his gesture was enough to make a living picture, like a historical lens. Besides, he died soon after. I had seen him before he died. To me, he had become a historical figure, at least a social figure. So it was a little surprising to sometimes think that the woman and man I knew was his sister and nephew.

As we came down the stairs, a woman was walking up. She looked appropriately tired and looked only in her forties, although she was older. This is Mrs. Olvier, the legendary illegitimate daughter of the Duke of Parma, with a sweet voice and a slightly strong Austrian accent. She climbed up the stairs, her tall body bent forward, only to see her wearing a white print silk skirt, neck hanging heavy jewelry necklace, let the touching chest one by one relaxed, fatigued and waving. She was like a king's good breed of yak horse, shaking her head --- maybe it was a string of valuable pearl necklaces like a bridle that made her uncomfortable --- looking left and right, casting warm and attractive eyes, the blue and blue color * color gradually faded and became more beautiful, and almost all of her friends were friends when she met the guests who left. Good nod.

"It's a good time for you, Pollett!" The Duchess said. Oh, I'm so sorry! But there's no way out." Princess Olvier answered that she had learned a similar reply from the Duchess of Gelmont, but with a gentle voice and a slightly stringent accent, which added a touch of natural gentleness and genuine touching charm. She seemed to be suggesting that life was complicated and difficult to say, rather than vulgar, and that she was talking about the evening party, even though she had just been to several parties in a row. However, she was not forced to come late because she could not get away from the party. Over the years, Prince Gelmont had forbidden his wife to invite Mrs. Orville to visit. After the ban was lifted, Mrs. Orville acted prudently and invited the prince's palace only by sending a business card to express her gratitude, so as not to give the impression that she could not wait to go to the meeting. After two or three years of such manoeuvre, she came to the door herself, but it was very late, as if she had just finished the play before she went to the party. In this way, she disguised herself as if she didn't care about the party or wanted to show up. She just came to visit the prince and his wife, and only for the sake of good will. She didn't come to see them until most of the visitors left, so she could "enjoy the pleasure of getting together with them better".

"Oliana has really fallen to the extreme." Mrs. de Gardon grumbled, "I simply don't understand that Bazan had asked her to speak to Mrs. de Olvier. Mr. de Galadon would never allow me to do such a thing." But I recognized Mrs. de Orville, the woman who threw a slow, languid look at me near the Galmont mansion, then turned around and wandered back and forth in front of the window of the shop. Mrs. de Gelmont introduced me. Mrs. de Orville was charming and charming, neither too intimate nor too indifferent. She looked at me with her gentle eyes, like everyone else... However, if I can meet her again in the future, I'm afraid I will never be able to get such a clear expression of her active approach. A young man absolutely can't comprehend the special vision of some women, including some men, that means he has recognized you, until he is familiar with you and knows that you are also a friend of the person he knows.

Someone reported that the carriage had come forward to wait. Mrs. de Gelmont raised her red dress as if she were going down the steps to board the bus, but she might feel guilty for a moment or want to give people a little pleasure, especially because the thing she wanted to do was annoying. She wanted to take advantage of the short time now, which could not be delayed, and only saw Mrs. Wade Galaton. It seemed as if she had just been found. With a sudden inspiration, she went down through the whole stairs and came to her cousin who was overjoyed and stretched out her hand to her. How long has it been since I met you?' The Duchess sighed at her, and then turned to the Duke in a panic to avoid further explaining the regrets and justifications that seemed to be contained in the voice. The Duke had come down the steps with me and was walking towards the carriage, only to find that his wife was walking towards Mrs. de Galadon, which made the other carriages unable to move forward properly and furious." Oriana is still so beautiful!" Mrs. de Galadon said, "It's ridiculous to hear that we are alienated from each other; for some reason we don't need to be questioned, we can not meet each other for years, but we have so many common memories that we can never be alienated. She knows perfectly well that she loves me more than she loves Naxu. A lot of people she meets every day but has no blood relationship. Mrs. de Galadon was indeed like the despised lover who tried to convince everyone that they had received more love than their loved husbands. Then Mrs. de Galadon (who praised the Duchess of Galmont but did not want to contradict what she had just said) implicitly indicated that Duchess Galmont had thoroughly mastered the rules of human conduct, which would lead her to become a noble and elegant woman*, but for now, she had Although the amazing dress is admirable, it is also enviable. As a noble and elegant woman, she should be good at expressing herself, go through the whole stage and calm the envy of others step by step. At least be careful not to wet your shoes. The Duke cried out, impatient and still angry.

On the way back home, because of the narrow carriage, Mrs. de Gelmont's red shoes on her feet must be very close to my feet. She was afraid of touching my feet. She said to the Duke, "I can't remember any cartoon. The young man had to remind me like a cartoon:'Madam, you say you love me. Well, don't step on my foot like that. At this moment, however, my thoughts are far from Mrs. de Gelmont's. Every day since Saint Lou mentioned to me the famous lady who had become a prostitute and the maid of Baroness Puttbus, my desire to be aroused by so many beautiful women has concentrated on them. Beautiful women generally belong to two classes, one of which is a noble, dignified and beautiful maid. They tend to be full of air and talk about the Duchess coming and saying "We, We"; the other is a beautiful girl who, even though she has not witnessed the elegance of their passing by car or on foot, can only see their name on the news of a dance, which is enough to make me full of affection and summer resort. After carefully consulting the castle roster (often confusing similar castle names), he imagined wandering around the western plains, the northern dunes, and the southern pine forests. But even if I melt into the most beautiful human body in the world, it is difficult for me to shape into that lovely girl and Mrs. Putterbus's maid in accordance with the ideal described to me by Saint Luther. As long as I do not see their faces one day, the two beautiful women I can possess will lack what I still do not know. Personality*. I had to rack my brains to imagine what the girl Saint-Lou mentioned to me looked like and who she really was. Every time I fell in love with a close maid, I spent months trying to capture Mrs. Putterbus's maid's appearance and personality. * However, everything is in vain. How many beautiful girls I have loved, but if they have passed through the clouds and clouds, I don't even know their names. In the end, it's extremely difficult to see them again. It's even harder to understand them. It's even harder to conquer them. Perhaps it's impossible to conquer them. I've been tormented endlessly by the uneasy desire. Now, I'm finally suffering from all these anonymities. Among the beautiful women with surnames and flashing colors, two precious models have been selected. They each have their own feature cards. I am at least sure that once they need them, their feature cards will be readily available, which makes my mind very calm! I like to postpone enjoying the pleasure of work and postpone the time to enjoy this double pleasure again and again. Because I have a good mind, this kind of pleasure is easily available when I need it, so I hardly need to enjoy it. It's like hypnotics. As long as I can reach it, I don't need to take it, so I can fall asleep. Since then, in this vast world, I only think of those two women. Although I can't imagine their faces, Saint Lou has told me their names and promised them to be all kinds of meek. For this reason, what Saint Lucia said just now has created a problem for my imagination, but in turn has also relaxed my will pleasantly and rested for a long time.

"Ouch!" The Duchess said to me, "In addition to the dance, can I help you? Have you found out which salon you want me to introduce you to? I answered that I only wanted to go to a salon, but I was afraid that she thought it was too ungraceful.

"Which one?" She asked in a monotonous, hoarse voice, barely opening her mouth." Baroness Putterbus's house." At this point, she pretended to be really angry.

"Ah! No, alas, I think you're laughing at me. I don't even understand how I happened to remember the name of the shrew. That's the dregs of society. You're asking me to introduce you to my dress maid. Oh, no, my maid is still beautiful. You're a little crazy, my poor little baby. Anyway, I beg you to be polite in dealing with the people I introduced to you. First, give them business cards and then visit them. Don't mention Baroness Putebus to them. They don't know who she is. I asked if Mrs. D'Orville was a little frivolous." Ah! It's not frivolous at all. You must have made a mistake. She's serious. Is that right, Bazan? Yes, I don't believe there's anything I can say about her anyway." The Duke answered. My University

"You don't want to go to the masquerade party with us?" The Duke asked me, "I can lend you a Venetian coat. I know who it will make you happy. First of all, of course, Oliana, it needn't be said; I'm talking about Princess Palma. She's always praising you, always swearing with you. You're lucky - because she's a little mature - to meet her, a girl who's absolutely ashamed of herself. Otherwise, she'll use you as a "servant knight," as people used to say when I was young, and treat you as a knight who specializes in serving her.

I don't want to go to the masquerade party, but I can't break my appointment with Albertina anyway. I declined. The carriage stopped and the attendant came forward to let the gate of the yard open. Several horses pedaled impatiently until the gate was open. The car went into the yard. Goodbye." The Duke said goodbye to me." I stayed with Mary so close that I sometimes regretted it." The Duchess said to me, "Because, if I like her very much, I'm a little reluctant to see her. Nevertheless, I've never regretted being with her as much as I did tonight, because it makes me spend too little time with you." Oh, Oliana, don't talk too much." The Duchess wanted me to sit in their house for a while. But I heard I couldn't go. A young girl was coming to my house to see me. The Duchess laughed and the Duke laughed.

"You're really looking for such a strange time to receive guests." She laughed at me." Oh, baby, hurry up. Mr. de Gelmont said to his wife, "It's a quarter to twelve. We still have to make up." He had no idea that he had touched a nail in front of his door, and two wives with climbing sticks were keeping the door cold. They were not afraid of the dark and steep road and came from the mountains to prevent a scandal from happening. Bazan, we have to tell you beforehand, lest you be found at tonight's masquerade party: Poor Amanian died an hour ago." The Duke panicked for a moment. Sooner or later, the two cursed mountain people told him the news of Mr. D. Osmond's death, and he watched the extraordinary masquerade party go to naught. But he soon regained his composure and shouted to his two cousins, "He's dead! No, no, exaggerate, exaggerate!" This statement not only expresses his determination not to give up pleasure, but also reveals his inability to correctly use the unique expression of French language. After that, he no longer paid attention to the two relatives with iron-headed climbing sticks and allowed them to climb home overnight. He could not wait to ask his servant, "Has my helmet come?" Here it is, Lord Duke." Are there any air-permeable holes on it? I don't want to be suffocated alive, huh!" Yes, Lord Duke."

"Ah! Damn it, it's a disaster tonight. Oliana, I forgot to ask whether you would wear these tilted shoes like Babel! " Don't worry, baby. The costumer at the comedy theatre is not there. He'll tell us. But I don't see how you fit the Spurs. Find a dressmaker." The Duke said, "I'll see you later, my little baby. No, I'd better ask you to come in with us. The way we try on clothes will make you happy. But let's talk about it later. It's midnight. We can't be late in any case, so as to ensure that the grand event will be held successfully.

I am also in a great hurry to leave the De Gelmonts as soon as possible. Fidel ends at about 11:30. With time on the way, Albertina should have arrived. I went straight to Francois: "Is Miss Albertina there?"

"Nobody has ever been here."

My God, does that mean nobody will come back? I'm anxious. The more uncertain Albertina's visit is, the more I want her to come.