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"Do not take the trouble to tell a story, M. le Marquis," she said. "Mamma knows it as well as yourself; for she was listening at the door." "Cesarine!" exclaimed Mme. de Thaller. "And, if she came in so suddenly, it is because she thought it was fully time to cut short my confidences." The face of the baroness became crimson. "The child is mad!" she said. The child burst out laughing.
We are gone up, Mme. le Baronne. Sauve qui peut!" And he ran out. More agitated than ever Mme. de Thaller went up stairs. In the little red-and-gold parlor, the Baron de Thaller and Mlle. Cesarine were waiting for her. Stretched upon an arm-chair, her legs crossed, the tip of her boot on a level with her eye, Mlle.
Hedwig pouted a little. "You ought to have written to me, madame, as we were agreed, I thought; I have been on tenderhooks because of your silence. I did not even guess where you were." "I did not wish it known for a while, and even then, it appears, I spoke too soon," said Césarine gloomily. "You did not want me to know, madame?" questioned the servant in surprise and with a trace of suspicion.
"Do you object to showing it to me?" continued Césarine, pleased that the enthusiasm gave an excuse for her not entering into an explanation of her absence which, even if more plausible than that Hedwig had doubtingly received, would require all of Antonino's affectionate faith in her to win credence. "I do not object.
Besides, the extra knowledge of your movements which I have acquired in your house has helped still further to give me various holds upon you. So the fluke will be true to his own pet lamb. To vary the metaphor, you are not fully shorn yet. "Remember me most kindly to your charming family, give Wentworth my love, and tell Mlle. Césarine I owe her a grudge which I shall never forget.
"Well," thought Birotteau, as he walked away, "I see what it means. Like the hunted beaver, I am to give up a part of my skin. After all, it is better to be shorn than killed." He went home smiling gaily, and his gaiety was genuine. "I am saved," he said to Cesarine. "I am to have a credit with the Kellers."
"An insolent girl, who makes me leave the shop and speak to her at the door of the carriage, no matter what the weather is," said Madame Cesar. "If she comes, it will only be to ridicule me." "Then she'll be sure to come," said Cesar, bent on getting everybody. "Go on, Cesarine.
Cesarine, with a look of ironical curiosity, was watching her father, who, livid and trembling with nervous excitement, was walking up and down, like a wild beast in his cage. As soon as the baroness appeared, "Things are going badly," said her husband, "very badly. Our game is devilishly compromised." "You think so?" "I am but too sure of it. Such a well-combined stroke too!
He doubted whether Simpson, Sir Charles's valet, was not Colonel Clay in plain clothes; and he had half an idea that Césarine herself was our saucy White Heather in an alternative avatar. We pointed out to him in vain that Simpson had often been present in the very same room with David Granton, and that Césarine had dressed Mrs.
"Why, good gracious," she cried, "if it isn't Césarine!" So it was with White Heather! Charles got down and drew near them. "I beg your pardon," he said, raising his hat, and addressing Madame Picardet: "I believe I have had the pleasure of meeting you. And since I have doubtless paid in the end for your victoria, may I venture to inquire for whom you are in mourning?"
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