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Updated: May 15, 2025
When he rose to his feet again it was too late to return to Blanquais in the same way that he had come; the evening was at hand, the light was already fading, and the walk he had taken was one which even if he had not felt very tired, he would have thought it imprudent to attempt to repeat in the darkness.
The door was opened by a neat young woman, who informed him very promptly that Madame and Mademoiselle had left Blanquais a couple of hours earlier. They had gone to Paris yes, very suddenly, taking with them but little luggage, and they had left her she had the honor of being the femme de chambre of ces dames to put up their remaining possessions and follow as soon as possible.
It was opened by the little waiting-maid whom he had seen at Blanquais, and who looked at him very hard before she answered his inquiry. "You see I have found Mrs. Vivian's dwelling, though you would n't give me the address," Bernard said to her, smiling. "Monsieur has put some time to it!" the young woman answered dryly.
There were a few people sitting in the gallery, and a few others scattered upon the terrace; but the pleasure-seekers of Blanquais were, for the most part, immersed in the salt water or disseminated on the grassy downs. "I am looking for my mother," said Angela Vivian. "I hope your mother is well." "Very well, thank you." "May I help you to look for her?" Bernard asked.
Vivian declared with the accent of veracity. "It was your daughter's idea, then, running away from Blanquais?" Mrs. Vivian lowered her eyes. "We were obliged to go to Fontainebleau. We have but just come back. I thought of writing to you," she softly added. "Ah, what pleasure that would have given me!" "I mean, to tell you where we were, and that we should have been so happy to see you."
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