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He donned his wig, awry in his haste, and lurched forward towards Anselme, his fat fingers straining at his open doublet and drawing it together. "Madame la Douairiere here?" he cried. "Make fast these buttons, rascal! Quick! Am I to receive a lady thus? Am I ? Babylas," he snapped, interrupting himself and turning aside even as Anselme put forth hands to do his bidding. "A mirror, from my closet!
"It was the most delirious and most unhappy moment of my life, darling." "And now it is all over isn't Henry a splendid man? I told him all this yesterday the Père Anselme had suggested to him to come and ask me for the truth. He behaved too nobly but I did not know what he intended to do, nor if it were too late to stop the divorce or anything, so I was miserable."
Thus thought Cesarine, involuntarily perhaps, yet not altogether crudely; she gave a bird's-eye glance at the harvest of love in her own home, and reasoned by induction; the happiness of her mother was before her eyes, she wished for no better fate; her instinct told her that Anselme was another Cesar, improved by his education, as she had been improved by hers.
Sabine replied without enthusiasm in her tones, while her words gave a picture of all that any woman's heart could desire: "He is a very fine character, it would seem," the Père Anselme said. "And he loves you with a deep devotion." Sabine clasped her hands suddenly, as though the thought gave her physical pain.
The Père Anselme was quite willing to undertake this mission; he would have returned to his breakfast by then and would await Michael's arrival, he told Henry. Michael would come from the station, twenty kilometers away, in Henry's motor. The wind had got up, and a gloriously rough sea beat itself against the rocks. The thundering surf seemed some comfort to Henry.
The others had got to work first, and along their side of the wall, Anselme, Jacobs, and Enderby, the butcher, slowly lit their three lamps, when, Ringfield, busy over a refractory wick and just in the act of applying a match, in turning his head, saw directly beneath him the basket-chair and its occupant as well as the young woman in charge of it.
When I saw du Tillet just now I was reminded of them, and I came upstairs to burn them; I was looking over the last as you came in. That's the whole story, my friend." Anselme knelt for a moment beside her and kissed her hand with an unspeakable emotion, which brought tears into the eyes of both; Madame Cesar raised him, stretched out her arms and pressed him to her heart.
While waiting about for Gaudissart, Anselme naturally went to look at the shop in the Rue des Cinq-Diamants, and got the address of the owner, for the purpose of negotiating a lease.
He was in Paris, staying at the Ritz, he knew; he could be there to-morrow on Christmas Day! Surely that was well, when peace and good-will towards men should be over all the earth and he, Henry, would meet him at the house of the Père Anselme and explain all to him, and then take him back to Sabine. He would not see her again until then.
"Nevertheless, he must be awakened," he repeated. And then Fate came to his assistance. Somewhere in the house a door banged like a cannon-shot. Perspiration broke upon the secretary's brow. He sank limply back in his chair, giving himself up for lost. Anselme started and bit the knuckle of his forefinger in a manner suggesting an inarticulate imprecation. My Lord the Seneschal moved.
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