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ent moment the Viriots are free to make or make not their demand. It would be good

to reassure her a little. What do you think?” Martin gave utterance to the profound apophthegm: “There is nothing so upsetting as uncertainty.” “That is my idea!” cried Bigourdin. “Pardon me for consulting you on these details so intimate and a little sacred. But you have a clear intelligence and a loyal heart.” So it came to pass that, after déjeuner, Bigourdin took Félise into their own primly and plushily furnished salon, and, like an amiable bull in a boudoir, proceeded to smash up the whole of her universe. “There is no doubt,” he proclaimed, “Monsieur and Madame Viriot have dreamed of it for ten years. I give you a dowry—there is no merit in it, because I love you like my own daughter?/p>

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y charming; but I don’t love him. If I loved him, I would marry h

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h his hair. If it had been longer than half an inch of upstanding bristle, he would have torn it. “You don’t understand, mon oncle,” she sobbed, with bowed head. “It is only my mother who can advise me. I must see my mother.” Bigourdin put his arm round the girl’s slender shoulders. “Your mother, my poor Félise, sees nobody.” She raised her head an

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tation, and muttered below his breath: “Nom de Dieu, de nom de Dieu, de nom de Dieu!” Kindest-


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on the contrary, he stood to lose the services of Félise and a hundred thousand francs. But he had set his heart on it, and so had the Viriots. To go to them and say, “My niece refuses to marry your son,” would be a slash of the whip across their faces. His failure to bring up a young girl in the proper sentiments would be a disgrace to him in the eyes of the community. He felt hurt, too, because he no l

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hat she was justified in her resentment. Again he plucked at his bristles, scared by the spectacle of outraged maide

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nhood. The tender-eyed dove had become a flashing little eagle. A wilier man than he might have suspected the over-p

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ee there is only one person I can explain it to, and that is my mother.” Thus she completed the vicious little circle. And again the helpless Bigourdin walked across the salon and turned his back on her and muttered the incantation which brings relief to distracted man. But t

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his time she went up to him and put an arm round his great body and laid her face against his sleeve. “Tu sais, je suis bien malheureuse.” It was a knife stuck in the honest fellow’s heart. He caught her to him and in his turn protested vehemently. He would n

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ot allow her to be unhappy. He would cut off his head rather than allow her to be unhappy. He would do anything—his French caution forbade an offer to send the Viriots packing—anything in reason to bring the colour back to her white cheeks. Suddenly he had an i

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nspiration which glowed all over his broad face and caused him to hold her out at arms’ length and laugh joyously. “You can’t see your mother—but there is your good Aunt Clothilde. She will be a second mother to you. A woman so pious and so sympathetic. You w

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ill be able to tell her all your troubles. She has married a regiment of daughters. What she doesn’t know of young girls isn’t worth knowing. You are tired, you are ill. You need a change, a little holiday. Go and spend a month with her, and when you come back w

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e’ll see what can be done with regard to Lucien. I’ll write to her now.” And without waiting to hear her demure “Bien, mon oncle,” he escaped to the bureau where he should find the writing materials which did not profane the sacred primness of the salon, and

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plunged into correspondence. Félise, left alone, pondered for a moment or two, with faint wrinkling of her smooth forehead, and then, sketching a gesture of fatalistic resignation, went off to the kitchen, where a great special boiling of goose livers was in pro

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gress. On the way she met Martin carrying a load of porcelain pots. But she passed him by coldly; and for the rest of the day she scarcely threw at him a couple of words. Meanwhile Bigourdin beamed over the letter to his elder sister Clothilde, a comfortable and

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almost opulent widow who lived at Chartres. They had not met for a dozen years, it is true, and she had only once seen Félise; but the sense of the family is very strong in France, especially where marriage alliances are concerned, and he had no doubt that she wo

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uld telegraph, as requested, and authorise him to entrust Félise to her keeping. Verily it had been an inspiration. It was a solution of difficulties. The Viriots had given signs of an almost indecent hurry, which naturally had scared Félise. A month was a long

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time. Clothilde was a woman of experience, tact and good sense. She would know how to bring Félise to a reasonable state of mind. If she did not succeed—well—he was not the man to force his little Félise into a distasteful marriage. In any case he had a month’s respite. H

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aving stated his case at length, he went out into the town to post such an important letter at the central Postes et Télégraphes, and on the way back, looked in at the shop of the very respectable Madame Chauvet, who, with her two elderly daughters, sold crucifixes and rosari


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e of Madame Robineau, her Aunt Clothilde,

at Chartres. CHAPTER XI MADAME ROBINEAU was tall, angular, thin-lipped and devout, and so far as she indulged in social in

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bosom a bronze cross of threatening magnitude. She prayed in the Cathedral at inconvenient hours, and fasted as rigorously as her Confessor, Monsieur l’Abbé Duloup, himself. Monsieur l’Abbé regarded her as one of the most pious women in Chartres. No doubt she was. But Fé


lise, although a good Catholic in her very simple way, and anxious to win favour by observance of the rules of the solitary household, was wicked enough to wish that her aunt were not quite so pious. In religious matters a wide latitudinarianism prevailed at the H?tel des Grott

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es. There, with a serene conscience, one could eat meat on Fridays and crack a mild joke at the expense of the good Saint Peter.


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ny caricature of a man rather than spend her life in an atmosphere so rarefied and so depressing. She pitied her cousins, although, according to her Aunt Clothilde’s pragmatical account, they were all doing splendidly and had innumerable babies. By the end of the first week of her visit,

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ale of human sympathy. But when you are dragged relentlessly thither in the icy

dark of every winter morning, and the bitter gloom of ev

ery winter evening, to say nothing of sporadic attendances during the daytime, y

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