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"My child, do you know what you are asking?" inquired the duchess. "Do you know that the regent respects no one? Do you know that you are beautiful as an angel, and still more so from your present paleness? Do you know " "Madame," said Bathilde, with dignity, "I know that my father saved his life, and died in his service."
"I will do it, I will do it this instant," said Buvat; and he went and sat down before the desk, took a pen, dipped it in the ink, and taking some paper, began the first page with a superb capital. "I will do it, I will do it, monseigneur; only you will allow me to write to Bathilde that I shall not be home to dinner.
As he had never before during the whole fifteen years been an hour late, the curator had imagined him dead, and had replaced him. Buvat had lost his situation for having saved France! This last stroke was more than he could bear, and Buvat returned home almost as ill as Bathilde.
When he was gone, Nanette approached Bathilde, who was sitting in her chair with her head leaning on her hand, and stood an instant before her, contemplating her with an almost maternal love; then, finding that Bathilde did not speak, she herself broke silence. "Are you suffering still, mademoiselle?" said she. "Yes, my good Nanette." "If you would open the window, I think it would do you good."
When Buvat came home as usual, at ten minutes after four, he found the young girl so much preoccupied that, although his perspicacity was not great in such matters, he asked her three or four times if anything was wrong; each time she answered by one of those smiles which supplied Buvat with enough to do in looking at her; and it followed that, in spite of these repeated questions, Bathilde kept her secret.
In time, Falaise thought, the two excellent people would become one. But time is long. So Bathilde, that fifth of September, felt a little sad as she worked in her neat little shop. And so it is that Love is a troublesome little vagabond, who ought to have his wings clipped and his bow broken.
She ran out to meet him, for she was very anxious to hear the result of the negotiation, and, with the remains of her childish habits, throwing her arms round his neck "Well, my friend," asked she, "what did M. Papillon say?" "M. Papillon," replied Buvat, wiping his forehead, "is an impertinent rascal." Poor Bathilde turned pale. "How so?" asked she.
The actor, with a little shrug of his shoulders and the air of a man who has an unpleasant task before him, turned southwards to interview the lady who certainly had the first claim to play "Bathilde." He found her at home and anxiously expecting him. "If you had not come to-day," she remarked, "I should have sent for you. I want you to contradict that rubbish."
"Indeed, am I free?" answered Bathilde, laughing. "Free as air." "Well, then, if I am free, I refuse." "Diable! I am highly satisfied," said Buvat; "but how shall I tell it to Madame Denis?" "How? Tell her that I am too young, that I do not wish to marry, that I want to stop with you always." "Come to dinner," said Buvat, "perhaps a bright idea will strike me when I am eating.
"I'm ready," said Rogron, coming in and carrying off the colonel, who bowed in a lover-like way to the old maid. Gouraud determined to press on his marriage with Sylvie, and make himself master of the house; resolving to rid himself, through his influence over Sylvie during the honeymoon, of Bathilde and Celeste Habert.
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