YOU NO LONGER
COUNT
(TU N'ES PLUS RIEN!)
BY
RENÉ BOYLESVE
TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH
BY
LOUISE SEYMOUR HOUGHTON
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1918
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII
CHAPTER XIII
CHAPTER XIV
CHAPTER XV
CHAPTER XVI
CHAPTER XVII
CHAPTER XVIII
CHAPTER XIX
CHAPTER XX
CHAPTER XXI
CHAPTER XXII
CHAPTER XXIII
CHAPTER XXIV
CHAPTER XXV
CHAPTER XXVI
CHAPTER XXVII
CHAPTER XXVIII
CHAPTER XXIX
CHAPTER XXX
CHAPTER XXXI
CHAPTER XXXII
CHAPTER XXXIII
CHAPTER XXXIV
CHAPTER XXXV
CHAPTER XXXVI
YOU NO LONGER COUNT
I
From the swoon into which the sudden, agonizing shock had thrown her,her soul escaped, shook itself free, as the mind shakes off a nightmare.There is first a sensation of relief from discomfort, then a cheeringsense of safety, and one slips contentedly into a half-slumber. Then itall begins again, for one no longer believes that it answers to anyreality.
Was she still asleep? Was it memory, was it imagination that unrolledbefore her vision pictures of the past which yet her musings had nevertill then evoked, and which suddenly presented themselves with annoyingvividness? There were whisperings, murmuring voices in the next room.She was aware of them, yet to the unwonted sounds she paid no attention;the gentle, persistent pressure of an invisible hand turned back herthoughts to days gone by.
A hushed step upon the carpet, a finger questioning her pulse, no moredisturbed her than the familiar cry of the huckster in the street. Shedid not wonder: "What, am