human
From Victor to Lulie, September 13th, 18-. Presently she came back to him quite recovered and calm, inquired how the Avocat was cared for, and hoped he would have every comfort and care. Medallion grew on the instant bold. He was now certain that Victor was the Avocat, and Lulie was Madame Lecyr. He said abruptly to her:
gpt
Why not come and cheer him up--such old friends as you are?
human
Don't be angry--I looked,
gpt
If you were friends why don't you go to him?
human
We were more than friends, and that is different.
gpt
You were his wife?
human
It was different, she replied, flushing.
gpt
France is not the same as here. We were to be married, but on the eve of our wedding-day there was an end to it all. Only five years ago I found out he was here.
human
You will not tell him, or any one?
gpt
You must come at once with me.
human
He is worse--he is dying!
gpt
Not dying at all. He needs you; come along. I'll tell you as we go.
human
You are Madame Lecyr?
gpt
I am as he left me,
human
Don't mistake me, he said.
gpt
I thought perhaps you had been married since.
human
We are coming to see you to-night, Garon--the Cure, our Little Chemist, and the Seigneur; coming to supper.
gpt
No, no, not to-night, Medallion. I would wish no visitors this night--of all.
human
We shall see, he said.
gpt
It is the anniversary,
human
Ah, pardon!