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Can it be true that with your contract almost signed, you have not yet decided to accept the marriage we have arranged for you?" "Godfather," said Celeste, rather surprised at this abrupt summons, "I think I did not say that to mamma." "Did you not just now," said Flavie, "praise Monsieur Felix Phellion to me in the most extravagant manner?"
That day I said to myself: 'Why is that woman so often at the Thuilliers'; above all, why did she ever have intimate relations with Thuillier himself? "Monsieur!" said Flavie, alarmed at the singular course la Peyrade was giving to the conversation. "Eh! I know all," he cried, accompanying the words with a shrug of his shoulders. "I explain it all to my own mind, and I do not respect you less.
He entered Flavie's room; she was alone, and when she saw Theodose she fancied her last hour had come. "What is the matter?" she cried. "I I " he said. "Do you love me, Flavie?" "Oh! how can you doubt it?" "Do you love me absolutely? if I were criminal, even?" "Has he murdered some one?" she thought, replying to his question by a nod.
But, unlike Thuillier, Colleville married for love a Mademoiselle Flavie, the natural daughter of a celebrated danseuse at the Opera; her reputed father being a certain du Bourguier, one of the richest contractors of the day. In style and origin, Flavie was apparently destined for a melancholy career, when Colleville, often sent to her mother's apartments, fell in love with her and married her.
In 1818, Madame Colleville held the cavalry in high estimation, above even art; and she distinguished more particularly a sub-lieutenant in the dragoons of Saint-Chamans, the young and rich Charles de Gondreville, who afterwards died in the Spanish campaign. By that time Flavie had had a second son, whom she henceforth dedicated to a military career.
"The Academy of Sciences received, to-day, at its afternoon session, the announcement of a vast discovery: the heavens possess a new star!" This quotation, which he sang, exasperated Flavie, and if the custom had been for wives to sit next to their husbands, the former clarionet of the Opera-Comique would not have escaped with a mere "Colleville!" imperiously calling him to order.
I'll sound him; leave me to do the thing and, above all, don't thwart his game at the Thuilliers'." Theodose had laid a finger on a sore sport in Flavie Colleville's heart; and this requires an explanation, which may, perhaps, have the value of a synthetic glance at women's life.
"No, you old stupid, deep." "What is good about you is that you have kept your fairness without growing fat. But the fact is, you have such tiny bones. Flavie, it is a fact that if I had life to live over again I shouldn't wish for any other wife than you." "You know very well I have always preferred you to others. How unlucky that monseigneur is dead! Do you know what I covet for you?"
You haven't any now, for you are a good-natured fellow; and, thanks to that quality, which amounts in you to a charm, we have got along pretty well in life, so far." "That's enough!" said Colleville, flinging his coat on a chair and pulling off his cravat. "I'm wrong, and you are right, my beautiful Flavie."
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