de La Tour d'Azyr. That it
might be concern for himself never entered his mind. So absolute
was his own conviction of what must be the inevitable issue of that
meeting that he could not conceive of any one entertaining a fear
on his behalf.
What he assumed to be anxiety on the score of the predestined victim
had irritated him in M. de Kercadiou; in Aline it filled him with a
cold anger; he argued from it that she had hardly been frank with
him; that ambition was urging her to consider with favour the suit
of M. de La Tour d'Azyr. And than this there was no spur that could
have driven more relentlessly in his purpose, since to save her
was in his eyes almost as momentous as to avenge the past.
She conned him searchingly, and the complete calm of him at such a
time amazed her. She could not repress the mention of it.
"How calm you are, Andre!"
"I am not easily disturbed. It is a vanity of mine."
"But... Oh, Andre, this meeting must not take place!" She came
close up to him, to set her hands upon his shoulders, and stood so,
her face within a foot of his own.
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