Chapter Nine
1745 year
The spring dawn had barely begun to dawn. Count Gwenael, weary of impatience, woke up early. He felt like a young man who was to meet his lover for the first time.
Christian guessed about the feelings of Antoine-Felix or was almost sure of them, because they were indirectly confirmed by the lines of the letter: “Feelings, hitherto unknown, fill my heart. I do not know how to express them on paper, but I know one thing for sure - I want to see you again”.
The Count repeated these lines over and over, bringing himself to frenzy. He remembered his cousin Anri. Perhaps in the old days he passionately wanted a cousin, but not as passionately as Antoine-Felix. The desire tormenting his flesh was so great that he ordered a cold bath to be prepared. The servants were sur
