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The presentations took place: first, young Baruch Borniche, a tall youth of twenty-two; then Francois Hochon, twenty-four; and lastly little Adolphine, who blushed and did not know what to do with her arms; she was anxious not to seem to be looking at Joseph Bridau, who in his turn was narrowly observed, though from different points of view, by the two young men and by old Hochon.
Conversation in an ordinary tone was quite audible to the countess, and could not but be heard by Adolphine, who had a tolerable knowledge of English. What lover cares to converse to more than one listener?
The two grandsons, warned the night before by Adolphine that a storm was gathering about their heads, had been ordered to stay in the house. Summoned now by Gritte, they were alarmed at the formal preparations of their grandparents, whose coldness and anger they had been made to feel in the air for the last twenty-four hours.
Philippe made his entrance politely, in the midst of a dead silence caused by general curiosity. Madame Hochon shuddered from head to foot as she beheld the author of all Agathe's woes and the murderer of good old Madame Descoings. Adolphine also felt a shock of fear. Baruch and Francois looked at each other in surprise.
But Adolphine is completely ruined; there is no tolerating her." "I am very sorry," said Bertha, putting her handkerchief to her eyes. "You need not cry about it," retorted the countess, angrily. "How often have I tried to impress upon you that this habit of evincing emotion is, in the highest degree, plebeian! Tears are very well for a milk-maid, but exceedingly unbecoming a lady.
Besides, you have talent, so the late Madame Descoings used to write to me; she was the only one of late years who told me much about you." "Talent!" exclaimed the artist, "not as yet; but with time and patience I may win fame and fortune." "By painting?" said Monsieur Hochon ironically. "Come, Adolphine," said Madame Hochon, "go and see about dinner."
He naturally pointed him out to his mother, who was unable to recognize her brother, so little did he look like what he was when she left him. "That is your brother," said Adolphine, who entered, giving an arm to her grandmother. "What an idiot he looks like!" exclaimed Joseph. Agathe clasped her hands, and raised her eyes to heaven. "What a state they have driven him to!
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