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Maternal forethought lowered the modest gauzy neckerchief to show a little of Cesarine's shoulders and the spring of her graceful throat, which was remarkably elegant. The Grecian bodice, crossing from left to right with five folds, opened slightly, showing delicious curves; the gray merino dress with green furbelows defined the pretty waist, which had never looked so slender nor so supple.
"Here I have put a bed," said Grindot, opening the doors of an alcove cleverly hidden between the two bookcases. "If you or madame should chance to be ill, each can have your own room." "But this bookcase full of books, all bound! Oh! my wife, my wife!" cried Cesar. "No; that is Cesarine's surprise." "Pardon the feelings of a father," said Cesar to the architect, as he kissed his daughter.
Armed with these, we drove off one fine afternoon, meaning to go to Planta, by Césarine's recommendation. Half-way there, however, we changed our minds, as it was such a lovely day, and went on up the long, slow hill to Lebenstein. I must say the drive through the grounds was simply charming. Chestnuts line the glens; the valley of the Etsch spreads below like a picture.
This postscript was added at Cesarine's urgent request; she then took the letter and gave it to Raguet. "Father," she said, returning, "here is Monsieur Lebas, who wants to speak to you." "Monsieur Lebas!" cried Cesar, frightened, as though his disaster had made him a criminal, "a judge!"
The baroness shook her head in a melancholy way, to convey an idea of her maternal affection and anxiety. "Yes, from you, my dear marquis," she replied, "from you alone. On the very day you entered this house, Cesarine's whole nature changed."
The women left the room to go and weep by themselves in Cesarine's chamber. "Now I can get a loan!" cried Birotteau. "It would be imprudent," said Derville; "they have appealed; the court might reverse the judgment; but in a month it would be safe." "A month!"
But I did not add that I should no more have known Colonel Clay himself in his character of Paul Finglemore, or of Césarine's young man, as that remark lay clearly outside my secretarial functions.
Cesarine's habits never to listen to the answers which were made to her questions. "Favoral," she continued, "papa's cashier, has just started on an international picnic. Did you know him?" "Very little." "An old fellow, always dressed like a country sexton, and with a face like an undertaker. And the Baron Three Francs Sixty-eight, an old bird, was fool enough to be taken in by him!
Though Cesar was a poor observer, and had, moreover, prepared his phrase as much to herald the creation of the house of A. Popinot and Company, as to set a trap for his daughter, yet his paternal tenderness made him guess the confused feelings which rose in Cesarine's heart, blossomed in roses on her cheek, suffused her forehead and even her eyes as she lowered them.
We burst in upon them, red-handed. Césarine's young man rose, with his hat in his hand, in a respectful attitude. It reminded me at once of Medhurst, as he stood talking his first day at Marvillier's to Charles; and also of the little curate, in his humblest moments as the disinterested pastor. With a sign to me to do likewise, Charles laid his hand firmly on the young man's shoulder.
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