"
Mme. de Beauseant smiled but there was sadness in her smile; even now
she felt forebodings of the coming pain, the air she breathed was
heavy with the storm that was about to burst.
"If you knew how my family are situated," he went on, "you would love
to play the part of a beneficent fairy godmother who graciously clears
the obstacles from the path of her protege."
"Well, cousin," she said, laughing, "and how can I be of service to
you?"
"But do I know even that? I am distantly related to you, and this
obscure and remote relationship is even now a perfect godsend to me.
You have confused my ideas; I cannot remember the things that I meant
to say to you. I know no one else here in Paris. . . . Ah! if I could
only ask you to counsel me, ask you to look upon me as a poor child
who would fain cling to the hem of your dress, who would lay down his
life for you."
"Would you kill a man for me?"
"Two," said Eugene.
"You, child. Yes, you are a child," she said, keeping back the tears
that came to her eyes; "you would love sincerely."
"Oh!" he cried, flinging up his head.
The audacity of the student's answer interested the Vicomtesse in him.
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