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"Savinien will do a foolish thing," said Goupil; "he can marry Mademoiselle du Rouvre whenever he likes, an only daughter to whom the uncle and aunt intend to leave a fine property." "Where love enters farewell prudence, as La Fontaine says By the bye, who is your notary?" added Bongrand from curiosity. "Suppose it were I?" answered Goupil. "You!" exclaimed Bongrand, without hiding his disgust.
After breakfast and after mass she continued her studies and practiced; then she took her embroidery and sat at the window looking on the street. In the evening the abbe and Monsieur Bongrand came to see her, but she never allowed Savinien to accompany them. Neither did she accept Madame de Portenduere's proposition, which Savinien had induced his mother to make, that she should visit there.
When, about two in the morning, the guests were all gone and no one remained in the salon but Savinien, Bongrand, and the abbe, the old doctor said, pointing to Ursula, who was charming in her ball dress; "To you, my friends, I confide her! A few days more, and I shall be here no longer to protect her. Put yourselves between her and the world until she is married, I fear for her."
Bongrand shook his head, and then started off again, amid a tremendous burst of mirth: 'No! no! one can no longer throw off the merest daub without being hailed as a young "master." Well, if you only knew how your young masters amuse me!
In front of the women's paintings the gentlemen were particularly prone to sneer, never displaying the least gallantry. And Fagerolles remained perplexed, for the 'lady' in question was a person whom Irma took an interest in. He trembled at the idea of the terrible scene which would ensue should he fail to keep his promise. An expedient occurred to him. 'Well, and you, Bongrand?
"Well, well! Adieu, monsieur," replied Goupil, with a parting glance of gall and hatred and defiance. "Do you wish to be the wife of a notary who will settle a hundred thousand francs on you?" cried Bongrand entering Madame de Portenduere's little salon, where Ursula was seated beside the old lady.
To her, I will seem to have yielded to your entreaties in releasing her. Take her with you to Nemours, and manage the whole matter as best you can. Don't fear any one. Monsieur Bongrand loves Ursula Mirouet too well to let the matter become known." Zelie and Desire started soon after for Nemours.
Bongrand replied leisurely, like the artist who works when he likes without care of profit: 'No; I feel paralysed when I've a dealer at my back. And, without pausing in his work, he went on talking, growing waggish. 'Ah! people are beginning to make a trade of painting now. Really and truly I have never seen such a thing before, old as I am getting. For instance, you, Mr.
"And so, friends," said the doctor, "a thing which would merely give pain to most women might kill my Ursula. Ah! when I am no longer here, I charge you to see that the hedge of which Catullus spoke, 'Ut flos, etc., a protecting hedge is raised between this cherished flower and the world." "And yet those ladies flattered you, Ursula," said Monsieur Bongrand, smiling.
Seven other unknown persons decided to follow, and they started for the new cemetery of St. Ouen, to which the populace has given the disquieting and lugubrious name of Cayenne. There were ten mourners in all. 'Well, we two shall be the only old friends, repeated Bongrand as he walked on beside Sandoz.
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