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M. Charnot studied alternately my deceased aunt's wreath of orange-blossoms, preserved under a glass in the centre of the chimney-piece, and a painting of fruit and flowers for which it would have been hard to find a buyer at an auction. Our wait for the doctor lasted ten long minutes. We were very anxious, for M. Mouillard showed no sign of returning consciousness.
"Just so; she has come with me to repay your kind visit." "Really, that's too good of you, much too good, to come such a way to see me!" "On the contrary, the most natural thing in the world, considering what the young people are about." "Oh! is your daughter about to be married?" "Certainly, that's the idea," said M. Charnot, with a laugh. "I congratulate you, Mademoiselle!"
One thing I feel sure of is, that Mademoiselle Jeanne Charnot will never change her name to Madame Dufilleul. "Do not, however, exaggerate your own chances. They will be less than you think for some time yet. I do not believe that a young girl who has thus been wounded and deceived can forget all at once.
"Justinian?" "No." "Then I see only one resource." "What is that?" "Go to see Charnot." I felt myself growing pale, and stammered, with a piteous look: "Monsieur Charnot, of the Acad " "The Academy of Inscriptions; an intimate friend of mine, who will welcome you like a son, for he has none himself, poor man!" "But perhaps the question is hardly important enough for me to trouble him like this "
I am speaking of Mademoiselle Jeanne Charnot." "I dare say." "The daughter of a member of the Institute." "What!" My uncle gave a jump and stood still. "Yes, of Mademoiselle Charnot, whom I was in love with and wished to marry. Do you understand?" He leaned against the railing and folded his arms. "Marry! Well, I never! A woman you wanted to marry?" "Why, yes; what's the matter?" "To marry!
I am speaking of Mademoiselle Jeanne Charnot." "I dare say." "The daughter of a member of the Institute." "What!" My uncle gave a jump and stood still. "Yes, of Mademoiselle Charnot, whom I was in love with and wished to marry. Do you understand?" He leaned against the railing and folded his arms. "Marry! Well, I never! A woman you wanted to marry?" "Why, yes; what's the matter?" "To marry!
My uncle did not return, and I could find no fresh expedient. As I made my way, vexed and unhappy, to the station, I kept asking myself the question that I had been turning over in vain for the last hour: "I have said nothing to Monsieur Mouillard. Had I better say anything now to Monsieur Charnot?"
The only thing which he made quite clear was his distress on finding that Madame Plumet was a woman whom it was hard to silence or to convince by argument. "It appears that she has gone back to her old trade of dress-making, and that one of her first customers God knows how she got there! was Mademoiselle Jeanne Charnot. "Well, last Monday Mademoiselle Jeanne was selecting a hat.
We reached the terrace, and arranged that M. and Mademoiselle Charnot should wait in an alley close at hand till I received permission to visit the collections. I entered the house, and following a lackey, crossed a large mosaic-paved hall, divided by columns of rare marbles into panels filled with mediocre frescoes on a very large scale.
Will you, please, leave me your Christian name, surname, profession, and address?" I wrote down, "Fabien Jean Jacques Mouillard, barrister, 91 Rue de Rennes." "Is that all?" I asked. "Yes, sir, that is all for the present. But I warn you that Monsieur Charnot is exceedingly annoyed. It might be as well to offer him some apology." "Monsieur Charnot?" "Yes.
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