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"
'
There
,
'
said
La
Carconte
,
as
she
placed
a
bottle
of
wine
on
the
table
,
'
supper
is
ready
whenever
you
are
.
'
--
'
And
you
?
'
asked
Joannes
.
--
'
I
do
n't
want
any
supper
,
'
said
Caderousse
.
--
'
We
dined
so
very
late
,
'
hastily
interposed
La
Carconte
.
--
'
Then
it
seems
I
am
to
eat
alone
,
'
remarked
the
jeweller
.
--
'
Oh
,
we
shall
have
the
pleasure
of
waiting
upon
you
,
'
answered
La
Carconte
,
with
an
eager
attention
she
was
not
accustomed
to
manifest
even
to
guests
who
paid
for
what
they
took
.
"
From
time
to
time
Caderousse
darted
on
his
wife
keen
,
searching
glances
,
but
rapid
as
the
lightning
flash
.
The
storm
still
continued
.
'
There
,
there
,
'
said
La
Carconte
;
'
do
you
hear
that
?
upon
my
word
,
you
did
well
to
come
back
.
'
--
'
Nevertheless
,
'
replied
the
jeweller
,
'
if
by
the
time
I
have
finished
my
supper
the
tempest
has
at
all
abated
,
I
shall
make
another
start
.
'
--
'
It
's
the
mistral
,
'
said
Caderousse
,
'
and
it
will
be
sure
to
last
till
tomorrow
morning
.
'
He
sighed
heavily
.
--
'
Well
,
'
said
the
jeweller
,
as
he
placed
himself
at
table
,
'
all
I
can
say
is
,
so
much
the
worse
for
those
who
are
abroad
.
'
--
'
Yes
,
'
chimed
in
La
Carconte
,
'
they
will
have
a
wretched
night
of
it
.
'
"
The
jeweller
began
eating
his
supper
,
and
the
woman
,
who
was
ordinarily
so
querulous
and
indifferent
to
all
who
approached
her
,
was
suddenly
transformed
into
the
most
smiling
and
attentive
hostess
.
Had
the
unhappy
man
on
whom
she
lavished
her
assiduities
been
previously
acquainted
with
her
,
so
sudden
an
alteration
might
well
have
excited
suspicion
in
his
mind
,
or
at
least
have
greatly
astonished
him
.
Caderousse
,
meanwhile
,
continued
to
pace
the
room
in
gloomy
silence
,
sedulously
avoiding
the
sight
of
his
guest
;
but
as
soon
as
the
stranger
had
completed
his
repast
,
the
agitated
inn-keeper
went
eagerly
to
the
door
and
opened
it
.
'
I
believe
the
storm
is
over
,
'
said
he
.
But
as
if
to
contradict
his
statement
,
at
that
instant
a
violent
clap
of
thunder
seemed
to
shake
the
house
to
its
very
foundation
,
while
a
sudden
gust
of
wind
,
mingled
with
rain
,
extinguished
the
lamp
he
held
in
his
hand
.
Trembling
and
awe-struck
,
Caderousse
hastily
shut
the
door
and
returned
to
his
guest
,
while
La
Carconte
lighted
a
candle
by
the
smouldering
ashes
that
glimmered
on
the
hearth
.
'
You
must
be
tired
,
'
said
she
to
the
jeweller
;
'
I
have
spread
a
pair
of
white
sheets
on
your
bed
;
go
up
when
you
are
ready
,
and
sleep
well
.
'
"
Joannes
stayed
for
a
while
to
see
whether
the
storm
seemed
to
abate
in
its
fury
,
but
a
brief
space
of
time
sufficed
to
assure
him
that
,
instead
of
diminishing
,
the
violence
of
the
rain
and
thunder
momentarily
increased
;
resigning
himself
,
therefore
,
to
what
seemed
inevitable
,
he
bade
his
host
good-night
,
and
mounted
the
stairs
.
He
passed
over
my
head
and
I
heard
the
flooring
creak
beneath
his
footsteps
.
The
quick
,
eager
glance
of
La
Carconte
followed
him
as
he
ascended
,
while
Caderousse
,
on
the
contrary
,
turned
his
back
,
and
seemed
most
anxiously
to
avoid
even
glancing
at
him
.
"
All
these
circumstances
did
not
strike
me
as
painfully
at
the
time
as
they
have
since
done
;
in
fact
,
all
that
had
happened
(
with
the
exception
of
the
story
of
the
diamond
,
which
certainly
did
wear
an
air
of
improbability
)
,
appeared
natural
enough
,
and
called
for
neither
apprehension
nor
mistrust
;
but
,
worn
out
as
I
was
with
fatigue
,
and
fully
purposing
to
proceed
onwards
directly
the
tempest
abated
,
I
determined
to
obtain
a
few
hours
'
sleep
.
Overhead
I
could
accurately
distinguish
every
movement
of
the
jeweller
,
who
,
after
making
the
best
arrangements
in
his
power
for
passing
a
comfortable
night
,
threw
himself
on
his
bed
,
and
I
could
hear
it
creak
and
groan
beneath
his
weight
.
Insensibly
my
eyelids
grew
heavy
,
deep
sleep
stole
over
me
,
and
having
no
suspicion
of
anything
wrong
,
I
sought
not
to
shake
it
off
.
I
looked
into
the
kitchen
once
more
and
saw
Caderousse
sitting
by
the
side
of
a
long
table
upon
one
of
the
low
wooden
stools
which
in
country
places
are
frequently
used
instead
of
chairs
;
his
back
was
turned
towards
me
,
so
that
I
could
not
see
the
expression
of
his
countenance
--
neither
should
I
have
been
able
to
do
so
had
he
been
placed
differently
,
as
his
head
was
buried
between
his
two
hands
.
La
Carconte
continued
to
gaze
on
him
for
some
time
,
then
shrugging
her
shoulders
,
she
took
her
seat
immediately
opposite
to
him
.
At
this
moment
the
expiring
embers
threw
up
a
fresh
flame
from
the
kindling
of
a
piece
of
wood
that
lay
near
,
and
a
bright
light
flashed
over
the
room
.
La
Carconte
still
kept
her
eyes
fixed
on
her
husband
,
but
as
he
made
no
sign
of
changing
his
position
,
she
extended
her
hard
,
bony
hand
,
and
touched
him
on
the
forehead
.
"
Caderousse
shuddered
.
The
woman
's
lips
seemed
to
move
,
as
though
she
were
talking
;
but
because
she
merely
spoke
in
an
undertone
,
or
my
senses
were
dulled
by
sleep
,
I
did
not
catch
a
word
she
uttered
.
Confused
sights
and
sounds
seemed
to
float
before
me
,
and
gradually
I
fell
into
a
deep
,
heavy
slumber
.
How
long
I
had
been
in
this
unconscious
state
I
know
not
,
when
I
was
suddenly
aroused
by
the
report
of
a
pistol
,
followed
by
a
fearful
cry
.
Weak
and
tottering
footsteps
resounded
across
the
chamber
above
me
,
and
the
next
instant
a
dull
,
heavy
weight
seemed
to
fall
powerless
on
the
staircase
.
I
had
not
yet
fully
recovered
consciousness
,
when
again
I
heard
groans
,
mingled
with
half-stifled
cries
,
as
if
from
persons
engaged
in
a
deadly
struggle
.
A
cry
more
prolonged
than
the
others
and
ending
in
a
series
of
groans
effectually
roused
me
from
my
drowsy
lethargy
.
Hastily
raising
myself
on
one
arm
,
I
looked
around
,
but
all
was
dark
;
and
it
seemed
to
me
as
if
the
rain
must
have
penetrated
through
the
flooring
of
the
room
above
,
for
some
kind
of
moisture
appeared
to
fall
,
drop
by
drop
,
upon
my
forehead
,
and
when
I
passed
my
hand
across
my
brow
,
I
felt
that
it
was
wet
and
clammy
.
