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"You were absorbed in a philosophic discussion with the Doctor, and the Duke was not speaking very loud." "Can you not be more definite?" asked Francois Darbois a little nervously. Jean intervened, "May I say something?" "Certainly, my boy." "Well then. I heard the Duke de Morlay-La-Branche make fun of the honesty of Count Styvens, and at that Esperance abruptly broke off the conversation."
"Well, now I am going to escort these ladies, and to-morrow I will have a talk with you." Esperance slept badly and woke late. The old Mademoiselle was sitting beside her, spectacles across her nose, reading the papers. Her kind face was beaming. She was cutting out and putting aside certain articles, then she pinned them in order, all ready to send to M. and Madame Darbois.
"No doubt," said Mme. Darbois in a low tone, "little by little she has had to sell everything she had." The girls opened a bottle of wine, the jar of prunes and the jar of candy, and arranged them on the board pointed out by the poor woman, who thanked them simply and said, "Ah! my little lad, how good it will be for him!" "And for you too, you know.
Well, is it not noble to defend the poets, and introduce to the public all the new scientific and political ideas?" "Often wrong ideas," remarked Darbois. "That is perhaps true, but what of it? Have you not said a thousand times that discussion is the necessary soil for the development of new ideas?"
Darbois, Pont-Herlin lies some way from the Point des Poulains and the roads are not in very good condition, especially for a two horse brake. But soon the wind brought the sound of horse's hoofs and shortly after the brake drew up before the farm. Albert went white at sight of Esperance. She had come forward first, fearful on account of the delay. Mme.
As Maurice looked about the little room, as fresh, as white, as the two pots of marguerites on the mantel-shelf, an indefinable sentiment swelled up within him. Was it a kind of adoration for so much purity? Philippe Renaud had remained in the dining-room where he succeeded in keeping Adhemar, in spite of his efforts to follow the Darbois.
Modern painter, cosmopolitan, elegant, and cultivated gentleman, he could still become frolicsome and frivolous with nonsense in happy company. M. Darbois, ordinarily so quiet, laughed at his antics till the tears came, while Mme. Darbois smiled that pleasant smile that had first long ago appealed to Francois's heart. As to Mlle. Frahender, the artist's wit fairly made her dizzy.
And he enlarged upon the psychology of "Henriette's" character until Madame Darbois realized with surprise that her daughter was completely in accord with the ideas laid down by her father as to the interpretation of this role. Esperance was so young it seemed impossible that she could yet understand all the double subtleties....
Darbois; this is the first time that you have worn it, isn't it? Count, I compliment you!" "Mme. Styvens has just given it to me." The Duke understood the embarrassment the child felt not yet eighteen, and forced to extricate herself from nets set by such expert hands as best she could. At half-past two the great hall was crowded by women vying with each other in their beauty.
Francois Darbois, in spite of his friendship with several journalists, could not make them adhere to their promises of silence, and when he complained bitterly to the head of a great daily, "But, my friend," the editor rejoined, "that daughter of yours is particularly fascinating, and certainly when you launched her into this whirlpool, you should have remembered that the only exits are triumph or despair!"
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