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"You doubt my integrity!" she exclaimed: "then, indeed, Mrs. Somers, it is best that we should part!" Mlle. de Coulanges disappeared, and Mrs. Somers shut herself up in her room, where she walked backwards and forwards for above an hour, then threw herself upon a sofa, and remained nearly another hour, till Mrs. Masham came to say that it was time to dress for dinner.
She very nearly ran over Emilie in her way down stairs, and then said, "Oh! I beg pardon a thousand times, my dear! I thought you had been in bed an hour ago." The toilette of Mad. de Coulanges, this morning, went on at the usual rate. Whether in adversity or prosperity, this was to la comtesse an elaborate, but never a tedious work.
Though she often failed to refute the arguments brought against her, yet she always rose from the debate precisely of her first opinion; and even her silence, which Mad. de Coulanges sometimes mistook for assent or conviction, was only the symptom of contemptuous pity the proof that she deemed the understanding of her opponent beneath all fair competition with her own.
Her eyes were red, to do her justice; but whether with painting or crying, I can't pretend to be certain. But as to Mad. de Coulanges, I can answer for her that the sole thing in nature she thought of, in leaving this house, was the bad step of the hackney-coach." "Hackney-coach!" cried Mrs. Somers, with surprise. "Did they go away in a hackney-coach?"
I do not mind at all the privation; every one seems to me so attached to pleasures which depend entirely upon others, that I find my disposition a gift of the fairies. "I do not know but Mme de Coulanges has already sent you word of our after-dinner conversations at Gourville's about people who have taste above or below their intelligence. Mme.
Delighted by this news, she could not refrain from the temptation of opening her whole mind to Emilie; though she had previously resolved not to give the slightest intimation of her scheme to any one, not even to Lady Littleton, till a definitive answer had been received from Paris, respecting the fortune of Mad. de Coulanges. Often, when Mrs.
The next day, and the next, and the next, she found increasing reasons to think her charming. Mrs. Somers exerted herself, indeed, with the most benevolent activity, to procure for Mad. de Coulanges every thing that could be convenient or agreeable.
You value, above all things, your liberty of the press now, to me, liberty of the tongue, which is evidently a part, if not the best part, of personal liberty, is infinitely more dear. Bon Dieu! even in l'Abbaye one might talk of Racine!" Mad. de Coulanges spoke this half in jest, half in earnest; but Mrs. Somers took it wholly in earnest, and was most seriously offended.
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Somers' dressing-room, kissed her forehead, and said, "I hope you have not such a headache as I have?" "Have you the headache? I am sorry for it," said Mrs. Somers; "but you should take something for it what will you take?" "I will take nothing, except your forgiveness." "My forgiveness! you astonish me, Mlle. de Coulanges!
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