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Madame de Bergenheim began to play the Duke of Reichstadt's Waltz, striking only the first measure of the accompaniment, in order to show her lover where to put his fingers. The waltz went on. Clemence played the air and Octave the bass, two of their hands remaining unoccupied those that were close to each other.
And as Gervaise went down the stairs she was haunted by the strange look of resignation and courage in Lalie's eyes; it was an expression belonging to maturity and experience rather than to childhood. "Your husband is on the other side of the street," said Clemence as soon as she saw Gervaise; "he is as tipsy as possible!"
But gazing into the pure face, with a vague dread for that future, and knowing that One alone knew whether it might contain happiness or misery for her darling, she said, with visible emotion, "You are a good girl, Clemence, and whatever may be in the future, remember that I always sought your welfare as the one great object of my existence. Always remember that, Clemence."
"But, tell us then, my child," asked Clemence, "what has changed into sadness this pure, this legitimate joy which you first felt?" "Alas! a very sad and entirely unforeseen circumstance." "What circumstance?"
"Look!" cried he, "there's the band of the Chaussee Clignancourt, disguised as bears with drums, putting on a show." He remained crouching before the window, as though he had been watching a procession in a street, from some rooftop. "There's the cavalcade, lions and panthers making grimaces there's brats dressed up as dogs and cats there's tall Clemence, with her wig full of feathers. Ah!
"Where were you last employed, Miss what may I call your name?" Clemence supplied the missing cognomen, and replied truthfully, that this was her first attempt to obtain such a position. "You have references, of course?" She looked aghast. Inexperienced Clemence! The thought had not, until this moment, occurred to her. She hesitated.
"She covered her face with her hands and wept softly, and then said, in a voice shaken by emotion, 'You remember the young girl, Clemence Graystone, who interested you so strangely, and whom I engaged as governess, with your sanction. It was to destroy her happiness that this wicked act was consummated.
The high, pure brow, and calm, thoughtful eyes, remind us of one we have met before, and the slender, nervous hands, locked after her old fashion when troubled, prove that it is none other than our young friend, Clemence Graystone. "Jerushy! ain't she style?"
Hannah was the shrewdest and cleverest of all five girls, and her prophecies were proverbially correct. Clemence felt sufficiently reassured to reflect that as the eldest in years, she would do well to show an example of resignation. She lengthened her face, and added solemnly "I don't think you ought to talk like that about honour, Vie! It ought to be an incentive.
The boys were once more beginning to roll about on the grass, poking and pulling at each other in a manner which foretold the beginning of war. Clemence and Vie were gazing sentimentally through the branches. Plain Hannah, stretched flat along the ground, was barricading the movements of a tiny beetle, and chuckling over its persistent efforts to outwit her schemes.
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