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My daughter has made up her mind to marry a Mr. Newman. Then Madame de Cintre began to fondle Lizzie again, and said it was this dear lady that had planned the match and brought them together. 'Oh, 'tis you I have to thank for my American son-in-law, the old lady said to Mrs. Tristram. 'It was a very clever thought of yours.
He felt, as soon as he entered the room, that he was in the presence of something evil; he was startled and pained, as he would have been by a threatening cry in the stillness of the night. He walked straight to Madame de Cintre and seized her by the hand. "What is the matter?" he asked, commandingly; "what is happening?"
Through the slight preoccupation that it produced he had a sense of a long, fair face, and of two eyes that were both brilliant and mild. "I should have been most happy," said Madame de Cintre. "Unfortunately, as I have been telling Mrs. Tristram, I go on Monday to the country." Newman had made a solemn bow. "I am very sorry," he said.
He enjoyed them, and he marveled to see that gross thing, error, brought down to so fine a point. "You have a beautiful country," said Madame de Cintre, presently. "Oh, magnificent!" said Newman. "You ought to see it." "I shall never see it," said Madame de Cintre with a smile. "Why not?" asked Newman. "I don't travel; especially so far." "But you go away sometimes; you are not always here?"
Madame de Cintre was seated at the other end of the room, holding a little girl against her knee, the child of her brother Urbain, to whom she was apparently relating a wonderful story. Valentin was sitting on a puff, close to his sister-in-law, into whose ear he was certainly distilling the finest nonsense.
"Well, I confess," remarked Newman, "I don't want to hear anything unpleasant. I am satisfied with everything most of all with you. I have seen all the ladies and talked with a great many of them; but I am satisfied with you." Madame de Cintre covered him for a moment with her large, soft glance, and then turned her eyes away into the starry night. So they stood silent a moment, side by side.
In this way our hero delayed from day to day broaching a subject which he had very much at heart. Meanwhile, however, he was growing practically familiar with it; in other words, he had called again, three times, on Madame de Cintre. On only two of these occasions had he found her at home, and on each of them she had other visitors.
"Oh, that makes no difference," said Newman. "Your brother would not have spoken well of me unless he believed what he was saying. He is too honest for that." "Are you very deep?" said Madame de Cintre. "Are you trying to please me by praising my brother? I confess it is a good way." "For me, any way that succeeds will be good. I will praise your brother all day, if that will help me.
If you cannot promise me this, I must ask you not to come back." "Why is it impossible?" Newman demanded. "You may think it is, at first, without its really being so. I didn't expect you to be pleased at first, but I do believe that if you will think of it a good while, you may be satisfied." "I don't know you," said Madame de Cintre. "Think how little I know you."
On the third day he sent Madame de Cintre a note, saying that he would call upon her in the afternoon, and in accordance with this he again took his way to Fleurieres. He left his vehicle at the tavern in the village street, and obeyed the simple instructions which were given him for finding the chateau.
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