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A few minutes after the scene of confusion produced in the salons of M Danglars by the unexpected appearance of the brigade of soldiers, and by the disclosure which had followed, the mansion was deserted with as ue or of cholera uests In a few h all the doors, down all the staircases, by every exit, every one hastened to retire, or rather to fly; for it was a situation where the ordinary condolences,--which even the best friends are so eager to offer in great catastrophes,--were seen to be utterly futile There relars, closeted in his study, and lars, terrified, in the boudoir hich we are acquainted; and Eugenie, ith haughty air and disdainful lip had retired to her room with her inseparable companion, Mademoiselle Louise d'Armilly As for the nu than usual, for their nu on their eer at what they termed the insult to which they had been subjected, they collected in groups in the hall, in the kitchens, or in their roo very little of their duty, which was thus naturally interrupted Of all this household, only two persons deserve our notice; these are Madelars and Mademoiselle Louise d'Arhty air, disdainful lip, and the deed queen, followed by her companion, as paler and enie locked her door, while Louise fell on a chair "Ah, what a dreadful thing," said the young musician; "ould have suspected it? M Andrea Cavalcanti a alley-slave escaped--a convict!" An ironical senie "In truth I was fated," said she "I escaped the Morcerf only to fall into the Cavalcanti"
"Oh, do not confound the two, Eugenie"
"Hold your tongue! The men are all infamous, and I am happy to be able now to do more than detest them--I despise them"
"What shall we do?" asked Louise
"What shall we do?"
"Yes"
"Why, the sa three days since--set off"
"What?--although you are not now going to be married, you intend still"-"Listen, Louise I hate this life of the fashionable world, always ordered, measured, ruled, like our music-paper What I have alished for, desired, and coveted, is the life of an artist, free and independent, relying only on my own resources, and accountable only to myself Remain here? What for?--that they ain; and to whom?--M Debray, perhaps, as it was once proposed No, Louise, no! This evening's adventure will serve for my excuse I did not seek one, I did not ask for one God sends me this, and I hail it joyfully!"