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And the sight of the child shut up in that bare room, apart from all the happy ones of earth, so upset the priest that he again felt his anger with want and misery awakening. Then, another ten minutes having elapsed, he became impatient, for he had to go to the Grandidier works before returning home. "I don't know why Mamma Theodore doesn't come back," repeated Celine. "Perhaps she's chatting."
"Monsieur did not look like an original," murmured Céline, as she began to take down her lady's hair. McKann slept heavily, as usual, and the porter had to shake him in the morning. He sat up in his berth, and, after composing his hair with his fingers, began to hunt about for his clothes.
"What has happened to you is very sad, and we wanted to tell you how much it grieved us. The worry is that when misfortune falls on one, courage isn't enough to set things right.. .. Celine, come and kiss your uncle.... My poor brother, I hope you'll get back the use of your legs as soon as possible." They kissed the paralysed man on the cheeks, and then went off.
Céline adjusted the wraps and pillows and then went out, closely followed by Lucian. She was not aware that Mr. Percy was expected, the message having been sent by Henry. And she was not a little anxious to know the nature of the interview that was about to be held. Mr.
Céline Leroque gazed after her for a moment and then closed the door. Flinging herself down "at ease" in the spinster's luxurious dressing chair, she pulled off the blue glasses and let the malicious triumph dance in her eyes as much as it would. "Oh, you are a precious pair, you two, brother and sister! The one a knave, the other a fool! It is really pathetic to see how you mourn my loss.
"And," pursued Miss Arthur, graciously, "you are really quite a sagacious and discreet young person." "Thanks, miladi." Then, as if recollecting herself, "Pardon, mademoiselle, but you are so like her ladyship, Madame Le Baronne De Orun, my very first mistress " "Oh, I don't mind it at all, Céline.
But you have done a good deal without knowing it." "What have I done?" said Christophe. "You are Christophe." "What good is that to other people?" "A great deal. Just go on being what you are, my dear Christophe. Don't you worry about us." But Christophe could not surrender. He went on arguing with Commandant Chabran, sometimes with great vehemence. It amused Celine.
And to this Cora reluctantly consented. "It seems foolish," she said, plaintively, "and yet I don't think I ought to refuse to send for Doctor Le Guise. I feel as if I were really about to be very ill, hard as I have tried to fight off the weakness that is coming over me." "And madame is so flushed, and wanders so in her sleep," this, of course, from Céline.
He was attended by the doctor sometimes, by Céline occasionally, and by Henry almost constantly since the arrival of that sable individual. Lucian Davlin, having no taste for the work, kept aloof as much as possible. Himself and Dr. Le Guise, as he called his confederate, had labored hard and, with the assistance of old Hagar, had put the rooms in proper condition for the occupancy of a lunatic.
Percy, conducted to Cora's door by Céline, entered the room with his usual lazy grace, and approached the recumbent figure in the darkened corner, saying, in a tone of hypocritical solicitude: "Madame, I trust you are not overtaxing your strength in thus kindly granting me an interview." He knew so well how to assume the manner best calculated to throw her off her guard and into a rage.
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