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He had led his sister, Mme. de Brecourt, to expect that he would dine with her she was having a little party; so that if she could see the people to whom, without a scruple, with a quick sense of refreshment and freedom, he now sacrificed her!
"Gracious, Moisson, tell me about it;" and without further solicitation, Moisson told me the following story: "My mother was a Brécourt, whose ancestor was a bastard of Gaston d'Orleans, and she was on this account a royalist, and very proud of her nobility. The Brécourts, who were fighting people, had never become rich, and the Revolution ruined them completely.
"Mr. Flack has gone to London." At this M. de Brecourt gave a free laugh and his brother-in-law replied: "Ah it's easy to go to London." "They like such things there; they do them more and more. It's as bad as America!" Mme. de Cliche declared. "Why have you sent for me what do you all want me to do?
"Qu'est-ce que c'est que cette merveille?" she enquired; to which Mme. de Brecourt made answer that it was a little American her brother had somewhere dug up. "And what do you propose to do with it, may one ask?"
"My poor child, when one knows you as I do !" murmured Mme. de Brecourt with an arm round her. "There's a lady who helps him Mr. Flack has told me so," the girl continued. "She's a literary lady here in Paris she writes what he tells her. I think her name's Miss Topping, but she calls herself Florine or Dorine," Francie added. "Miss Dosson, you're too rare!"
His character was excellent; he was a good workman, honest, hard-working, his record unblemished. When he returned to Paris, Gaudry renewed his friendship with the companion of his youth. But Jeanne Brecourt was now Jeanne de la Cour, living in refinement and some luxury, moving in a sphere altogether remote from and unapproachable by the humble workman in an oil refinery.
Moreover he was quite mum as Delia phrased it to herself about Mme. de Brecourt and Mme. de Cliche: such, Miss Dosson learned from Charles Waterlow, were the names of his two sisters who had houses in Paris gleaning at the same time the information that one of these ladies was a marquise and the other a comtesse. She was less exasperated by their non-appearance than Mr.
This was especially the case as his father's mention of the approval of two of his brothers-in-law appeared to point to a possible disapproval on the part of the third. Francie's lover cared as little whether she displeased M. de Brecourt as he cared whether she pleased Maxime and Raoul. Mr. Probert continued to read, and in a few moments Gaston was with him again.
"Almost every day. Susan says he has never been the same since her death." "The way they do come out with 'em!" Mr. Flack chuckled. "And who the mischief's Susan?" "Why Mme. de Brecourt. Mr. Probert just loved Mme. de Marignac. Mme. de Villepreux isn't so nice as her mother. She was brought up with the Proberts, like a sister, and now she carries on with Maxime." "With Maxime?"
We're as good as anything there is and have always been thought so. You might do anything you like." "Well, I shall never like to marry when it comes to that a Frenchwoman." "Thank you, my dear" and Mme. de Brecourt tossed her head. "No sister of mine's really French," returned the young man. "No brother of mine's really mad.
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