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"Silly, silly girls!" murmured Louise. "You are quite right," said Montalais; "and you alone have spoken words of wisdom." "Certainly." "I do not dispute it," replied Athenais. "And so it is clear you do not love poor M. de Bragelonne?" "Perhaps she does," said Montalais; "she is not yet quite certain of it.
"My dears, it is midnight; come, go to bed," she said to Clotilde and Athenais, whose eyes were shining. "In spite of my thirty-five years I appear to be de trop," said Clotilde, laughing. While Athenais kissed her mother, Clotilde leaned over Sabine and said in her ear: "You will tell what it is? I'll dine with you to-morrow.
He asked her her name. She said she was called Athenaïs and was sixteen. Brotteaux offered to see her safe to anywhere she wished to go. She did not know a soul in Paris; but she had an aunt, in service at Palaiseau, who would take her in. Brotteaux made up his mind at once. "Come with me, my child," he ordered, and led the way home, with her hanging on his arm.
What years of anguish and wrong had the poor thing suffered, before these sad words came from her gentle lips! "O divine Athenais! what blockheads have we been to worship any but you. THAT a goddess? a pretty goddess forsooth; a witch, rather, who, for a while, kept our gracious monarch blind!
The description in Teverino of Madeleine, the bird-charmer, kneeling at prayer in the rude mountain chapel, or outside on the rocks, exercising her natural magic over her feathered friends; in Jeanne, of the shepherd-girl discovered asleep on the Druidical stones; the noon-day rest of the rustic fishing-party in Valentine Benedict seated on the felled ash-tree that bridges the stream, Athenaïs gathering field-flowers on the banks, Louise flinging leaves into the current, Valentine reclining dreamily among the tall river-reeds, are a few examples taken at random, which it would be easy to multiply ad infinitum.
It is like being dumb with a heart full of love. We must find the word for it, and say it together. Then we shall be perfectly joined in perfect joy. Come, my dear lord, let us take the boy with us, and give thanks." Hermas lifted the child in his arms, and turned with Athenais into the depth of the garden.
"Tell us the reason of this cruelty, you who are all heart," said Athenais to La Valliere. "Let me explain it by a single word virtue. You will perhaps deny the existence of virtue?" "Come, Louise, tell us the truth," said Aure, taking her by the hand. "What do you wish me to tell you?" cried La Valliere.
He will make no difficulty about opening.... I think that is all." "Not quite. There remains for me to attempt the impossible, to prove my gratitude, Athenais, in mere, unmeaning words." "Don't try, Paul." The voice was softened once more, its accents broken. "Words cannot serve us, you and me! There is one way only, and that, I know, is ... rue Barré!"
But making La Valliere pale did not satisfy Athenais; she determined to make her blush likewise. Resuming the conversation without pause, "Do you know, Louise," said she, "that there is a great sin on your conscience?" "What sin, mademoiselle?" stammered the unfortunate girl, looking round her for support, without finding it.
"We shall soon learn if one can overhear," replied Madame. "Hush!" whispered the young girl, holding Madame back with a hurried gesture, entirely forgetful of her companion's rank. Madame stopped. "You see that you can hear," said Athenais. "How?" "Listen."
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