Now what in the world has Gys Grandit to do with him or with us?
Salut, cher Abbe!"--and she gave Vergniaud her hand with charming
friendliness; "I came here really to see you, and place the Chateau
D'Agramont at your disposal, while I am away passing the winter in
Italy. Pray make yourself at home there--and your son also . . ."
"Madame," said the Abbe, profoundly touched by the sincerity of her
manner, and by the evident cordiality of her intention, "I thank you
from my heart for your friendship at this moment when friendship is
most needed! But I feel I ought not to cast the shadow of my
presence on your house under such circumstances--and as for my son--
it would certainly be unwise for you to extend your gracious
hospitality to him . . . he is my son--yes truly!--and I acknowledge him
as such; but he is also another person of his own making--Gys
Grandit!"
Angela Sovrani gave a slight cry, and a wave of colour flushed her
face,--the Princesse stood amazed.
"Gys Grandit!" she echoed in a low tone, "And Vergniaud's son! Grand
Dieu! Is it possible!" Then advancing, she extended both her hands
to Cyrillon, "Monsieur, accept my homage! You have a supreme
genius,--and with it you command more than one-half of the thoughts
of France!"
Cyrillon took her hands,--lightly pressed, and released them.
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