'Of whom the name,' cried I, 'ought never to be spoken in
these places.' Herewith our little dispute ended."
So, occasionally, Mr. Clive had the good luck to meet with his cousin at
the Hotel de Florac, where, I dare say, all the inhabitants wished he
should have his desire regarding this young lady. The Colonel had talked
early to Madame de Florac about this wish of his life, impossible then to
gratify, because Ethel was engaged to Lord Kew. Clive, in the fulness of
his heart, imparted his passion to Florac, and in answer to Paul's offer
to himself, had shown the Frenchman that kind letter in which his father
bade him carry aid to "Leonore de Florac's son," in case he should need
it. The case was all clear to the lively Paul. "Between my mother and
your good Colonel there must have been an affair of the heart in the
early days during the emigration." Clive owned his father had told him as
much, at least that he himself had been attached to Mademoiselle de
Blois. "It is for that that her heart yearns towards thee, that I have
felt myself entrained toward thee since I saw thee"--Clive momentarily
expected to be kissed again.
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