As for me, considering the way in which they were conducted, the actions, the behaviour and the very character of the hero, I find it very difficult not to identify the two friends as one and the same person. The reader will judge for himself. Leaning forward, she saw a rather fat man looking up at her out of a gross red face with its cheeks and chin set in unpleasantly fair whiskers. They absolutely refuse to sign the document of which my lawyer sent them the draft, or to restore the dowry squandered by my husband.
I was bored. I was growing tired of my humdrum existence. So I'm ready to run risks Here's my luggage: catch! She let down from the window a couple of large leather kit-bags. Rossigny caught them in his arms. I shall come on horseback. My uncle met him at a friend's shoot and asked him here to stay.
You went for a long ride with him yesterday. He's a man I don't care for. The scandal will cool him off Well, we've talked long enough. We have no time to lose. For a few minutes she stood watching the fat man bending under the weight of her traps as he moved away in the shelter of an empty avenue. Then she closed the window.
Outside, in the park, the huntsmen's horns were sounding the reveille. The hounds burst into frantic baying.
Hortense slowly finished dressing, put on a riding-habit, which revealed the lines of her supple figure, and a wide-brimmed felt hat, which encircled her lovely face and auburn hair, and sat down to her writing-desk, at which she wrote to her uncle, M. It was a difficult letter to word; and, after beginning it several times, she ended by giving up the idea. Enormous logs were blazing in the hearth of the lofty room. The walls were hung with trophies of rifles and shotguns.
