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"Larive, tell me where you have met Mademoiselle Charnot?" "Oh, come! I see it's serious. My dear fellow, I am so sorry I did not tell you she was perfection. If I had only known!" "That's not what I asked you. Where have you seen her?" "In society, of course. Where do you expect me to see young girls except in society? My dear Fabien!" He went off laughing.
The very last time I saw Monsieur Flamaran he let fall 'my very good friend Charnot, of the 'Inscriptions. They are friends. And I am in a pretty situation; threatened with I don't know what by the Library for the keeper told me positively that this was all 'for the present' but not for the future; threatened to be disgraced in my tutor's eyes; and all because this learned man's temper is upset.
I am to be the most affectionate of nephews, though he show himself the crustiest of uncles; to prevent him from recurring to the past, to speak soberly of the present, to confess that Mademoiselle Charnot is aware of my feelings for her, and shows herself not entirely insensible to them; but I am to avoid giving details, and must put off a full explanation until later, when we can study the situation together.
Soon, lulled by the motion of the carriage, the stream of reminiscence ran more slowly then ran dry. M. Charnot slept. We bowled at a good pace, without jolting, over the white road. A warm mist rose around us laden with the smell of vegetation, ripe corn, and clover from the overheated earth and the neighboring fields, which had drunk their full of sunlight.
It's an abominable conspiracy. Monsieur Plumet, I call upon you to give your wife the lie. She has written what is false; confess it! "The frame-maker hid his face in his hands and made no reply. "'What, Plumet, have you nothing to say for me? "Mademoiselle Charnot was leaving the room. "'Where are you going, Mademoiselle? Stay, you will soon see that they lie!
There is something, but he would refuse to do it; for I wish him to inform his charming daughter that my thoughts are all of her; that I have spent the night recalling yesterday's trip now the roads of Desio and the galleries of the villa, now the drive back to Milan. M. Charnot only figured in my dreams as sleeping.
Two rooms ran parallel to each other, filled with pictures, medals, and engravings, and were connected by a narrow gallery devoted to sculpture. Hardly was the door opened when M. Charnot sought the famous medals with his eye. There they were in the middle of the room in two rows of cases. He was deeply moved.
"Ah, that is truly noble of him, is it not, Cristoforo?" All the answer the old Count made was to take my hands and shake them again. I used the opportunity to put forward my request in behalf of M. Charnot. He listened attentively. "I will give orders. You shall see everything everything." Then, considering our interview at an end, he bowed and withdrew to his own apartments.
"You have been to see Monsieur Charnot?" "In the Rue de l'Universite. Wasn't it the simplest thing to do? Besides, I was not sorry to make the acquaintance of a member of the Institute. And I must admit that he behaved very nicely to me not a bit stuck up." "And you told him?" "My name to begin with: Brutus Mouillard.
Young man, I promised you an answer; this is it " For the moment, I ceased to breathe; my very heart seemed to stop beating. "My daughter," went on M. Charnot, "has at this moment several proposals of marriage to choose from. You see I hide nothing from you. I have left her time to reflect; she has weighed and compared them all, and communicated to me yesterday the result of her reflections.
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