which were both famous. The Duc had been a
Legitimist and a hermit. He had been unmarried, and had spent all the latter years of his life in
amassing treasures of art, for which he had no
heir of his own blood to care a jot. The bequest
was a very precious one, and her presence in
Paris was requested. Regretful for herself to
leave Hohenszalras, she perceived that to Sabran
the tidings were welcome. Moved by an
unselfish impulse she said at once:
'Go alone; go instead of me; your presence will be the same as mine. Paris will amuse you more if you are by yourself, and you will be so happy amongst all those Lancrets and Fragonards, those Reiseiners and Gauthières. The collection is a marvel, but entirely of the Beau Siècle. You never saw it? No! I think the Duc never opened his doors to anyone save to half a dozen old tried friends, and he had a horror of turning his salons into show-rooms. If you think well, we will leave it all as it is, buying the house if we can. All that eighteenth century bibeloterie would not suit this place, and I should like to keep it all as he kept it; that is the only true respect to show to a legacy.'
Sabran hesitated; he was tempted, yet he was half reluctant to yield to the temptation. He felt that he would willingly be by himself
