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"My suspense came to an end yesterday," said Newman. "And how long was mine to have lasted?" said the marquise to her daughter. She spoke without irritation; with a sort of cold, noble displeasure. Madame de Cintre stood silent, with her eyes on the ground. "It is over now," she said. "Where is my son where is Urbain?" asked the marquise. "Send for your brother and inform him."
"We have used authority," said Madame de Bellegarde in a rich, bell-like voice. "Ah, you have used authority," Newman exclaimed. "They have used authority," he went on, turning to Madame de Cintre. "What is it? how did they use it?" "My mother commanded," said Madame de Cintre. "Commanded you to give me up I see. And you obey I see. But why do you obey?" asked Newman.
She and Lizzie sat on the sofa, pressing each other's hands and calling each other chere belle, and Madame de Cintre sent me with every third word a magnificent smile, as if to give me to understand that I too was a handsome dear. She quite made up for past neglect, I assure you; she was very pleasant and sociable.
"Why not?" he asked, as quietly as possible. Madame de Cintre almost smiled, but the attempt was strange. "You must ask my mother, you must ask my brother." "Why can't she marry me?" said Newman, looking at them. Madame de Bellegarde did not move in her place, but she was as pale as her daughter. The marquis looked down at her.
But I think a great change would do the poor countess good. It is very sad here." "Yes, it's not very lively," said Newman. "But Madame de Cintre is gay herself." "She is everything that is good. You will not be vexed to hear that she has been gayer for a couple of months past than she had been in many a day before."
The young man obeyed, and presently a servant brought in the tea, placed the tray on a small table, and departed. Madame de Cintre, from her place, busied herself with making it. She had but just begun when the door was thrown open and a lady rushed in, making a loud rustling sound.
They had talked, however, of Valentin, and she had made no secret of her extreme affection for her younger brother. Newman listened sometimes with a certain harmless jealousy; he would have liked to divert some of her tender allusions to his own credit. Once Madame de Cintre told him with a little air of triumph about something that Valentin had done which she thought very much to his honor.
M. de Bellegarde turned to his sister with a smile too intense to be easy. "I hope you appreciate a compliment that is paid you at your brother's expense," he said. "Come, come, madame." And offering Madame de Cintre his arm he led her rapidly out of the room.
Promise me to raise the blockade to set Madame de Cintre at liberty and I will retire instantly." "We hesitated as to whether we would see you," said Madame de Bellegarde; "and we were on the point of declining the honor.
"I shall not come to see you; I shall come to see Madame de Cintre," said Newman. "You will need all the more courage." "Ah, Valentin!" said Madame de Cintre, appealingly. "Decidedly," cried Madame de Bellegarde, "I am the only person here capable of saying something polite! Come to see me; you will need no courage," she said.
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