You have just run away from Paris. Where
will you run to-morrow? What are you everlastingly running from--
or is it that you are running after something? What is it? A man,
a phantom--or some sensation that you don't like to own to?"
Truth to say, I was abashed by the silence which was her only
answer to this sally. I said to myself that I would not let my
natural anger, my just fury be disarmed by any assumption of pathos
or dignity. I suppose I was really out of my mind and what in the
middle ages would have been called "possessed" by an evil spirit.
I went on enjoying my own villainy.
"Why aren't you in Tolosa? You ought to be in Tolosa. Isn't
Tolosa the proper field for your abilities, for your sympathies,
for your profusions, for your generosities--the king without a
crown, the man without a fortune! But here there is nothing worthy
of your talents. No, there is no longer anything worth any sort of
trouble here. There isn't even that ridiculous Monsieur George. I
understand that the talk of the coast from here to Cette is that
Monsieur George is drowned. Upon my word I believe he is. And
serve him right, too. There's Therese, but I don't suppose that
your love for your sister .
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