Monsieur, you have killed your brother.Ah! there you are, Isabey. You have brought me the designs I ordered?The two sisters clung to each other in terror, but the man, who saw quite well that they were no grisettes, came forward respectfully, saying to Mme. de Marigny, Alas! Mme. la Comtesse, why consult destiny? It is pitiless. Nothing will succeed with you; you will die young.
Will you give me your certificate of residence? all the emigrants have them and prove to me every day that they have never left France.Neither of the young people dared speak to or [193] look at the other, but at last M. de Beaune [73] got up to be shown a portrait of Washington by de Noailles and La Fayette, who were present, and she took the opportunity of looking at him. He was not handsome, but had an attractive face, and at the end of the evening she told her mother that she was quite willing to marry him.But her practice cannot be said to have been altogether in accordance with all the professions and talk about virtue and duty, which she made such a parade.