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Newman felt that taking her measure was not easy; she was a formidable, inscrutable little woman. She resembled her daughter, and yet she was utterly unlike her. The coloring in Madame de Cintre was the same, and the high delicacy of her brow and nose was hereditary.
But here was a man towards whom he was irresistibly in opposition; a man of forms and phrases and postures; a man full of possible impertinences and treacheries. M. de Bellegarde made him feel as if he were standing bare-footed on a marble floor; and yet, to gain his desire, Newman felt perfectly able to stand. He wondered what Madame de Cintre thought of his being accepted, if accepted it was.
"Will you come?" Madame de Cintre stepped toward Newman, gently clasping her hands and smiling softly. "Would you not prefer my society, here, by my fire, to stumbling about dark passages after my brother?" "A hundred times!" said Newman. "We will see the house some other day."
"Already!" And the young man gave a whistle. "'Time is money! Is that what you say in America? And Madame de Cintre?" he added, with an interrogative inflection. "She did not accept my offer." "She couldn't, you know, in that way." "But I'm to see her again," said Newman. "Oh, the strangeness of woman!" exclaimed Bellegarde. Then he stopped, and held Newman off at arms'-length.
Newman does not like my way of shaking hands, I will do it again." But this charming privilege was lost upon our hero, who was already making his way across the room to Madame de Cintre. She looked at him as she shook hands, but she went on with the story she was telling her little niece. She had only two or three phrases to add, but they were apparently of great moment.
Speak the truth; you can't offend me." "Well, I don't exactly love your brother," said Newman. "I remember now. But what is the use of my saying so? I had forgotten it." "You are too good-natured," said Madame de Cintre gravely. Then, as if to avoid the appearance of inviting him to speak ill of the marquis, she turned away, motioning him to sit down.
"Fly to the rescue of Madame de Cintre!" "To her rescue?" "Pounce down, seize her in your talons, and carry her off. Marry her yourself." Newman, for some moments, answered nothing; but presently, "I should suppose she had heard enough of marrying," he said. "The kindest way to treat her would be to admire her, and yet never to speak of it.
"It is like something in a play," said Newman; "that dark old house over there looks as if wicked things had been done in it, and might be done again." "They have a still darker old house in the country Madame de Cintre tells me, and there, during the summer this scheme must have been hatched." "MUST have been; mind that!" said Tristram.
Very good," said Newman. "I shall immediately follow Madame de Cintre." "The trains after this hour won't serve you," said Urbain. "I shall hire a special train!" "That will be a very silly waste of money," said Madame de Bellegarde. "It will be time enough to talk about waste three days hence," Newman answered; and clapping his hat on his head, he departed.
There was a long silence, broken only by the ticking of the great gilded clock on the chimney-piece. "Where is this place where is the convent?" Newman asked at last, looking up. "There are two houses," said Mrs. Bread. "I found out; I thought you would like to know though it's poor comfort, I think. One is in the Avenue de Messine; they have learned that Madame de Cintre is there.
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