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If they possessed any delicacy of discernment, they would find a thousand signs that prove more than the most signal favor granted. Tell me, Marquis, what have I done to Monsieur de Coulanges? It is a month since he has set foot in my house. But I will not reproach him, I shall be very pleasant with him when he does come. He is one of the most amiable men I am acquainted with.
The works of the most celebrated historians of the nineteenth century, those who died but yesterday, Augustin Thierry, Ranke, Fustel de Coulanges, Taine, and others, are already battered and riddled with criticism. The faults of their methods have already been seen, defined, and condemned.
M. de Brisac, to break the silence, which seemed to him as if it never would be broken, asked Mlle. de Coulanges if she had ever seen the stadtholder's fine collection of butterflies, and if she did not admire them extremely?
After breakfast she proposed and arranged various parties of pleasure: she went with Mad. de Coulanges to pay several visits; a large company dined with her; and at night she went to a concert. In the midst of these apparent amusements, Emilie was made as unhappy as the marked, yet mysterious, displeasure of a benefactress could render a person of real sensibility.
"What!" cried Mrs. Somers hastily, "was it contrary to your opinion? Were you treacherous were you my enemy Mlle. de Coulanges?" Emilie replied that she had left the decision to her mother; that she confessed she had felt some reluctance to receive a pecuniary obligation, even from Mrs. Somers; but that she had rather be obliged to her than to any body in the world, except to her mamma.
The Marquis de Coulanges writes: "Our amiable l'Enclos has a cold which does not please me." A short time afterward he again wrote: "Our poor l'Enclos has a low fever which redoubles in the evening, and a sore throat which worries her friends."
Mad. de Coulanges, whose imagination was now at Paris, felt rather disappointed at the idea of her daughter's marrying an Englishman, who was neither a count, a marquis, nor even a baron; but Lady Littleton at length obtained that consent which she knew would be necessary to render Emilie happy, even in following the dictates of her heart, or her reason.
"No, mamma, I forget her," answered Emilie, with a look of absence of mind. "Bon Dieu! what can you be thinking of?" exclaimed Mad. de Coulanges. "You forget the Russian princess, with the diamond diadem, that was valued at 200,000 livres! She wore it at her presentation it was the conversation of Paris for a week: you must recollect it, Emilie?"
Hunter has sent a whole cargo of French translations Popular Tales, with a title under which I should never have known them, Conseils a mon Fils! Manoeuvring: La Mere Intrigante; Ennui what can they make of it in French? Leonora will translate better than a better thing. Emilie de Coulanges, I fear, will never stand alone.
At last she said, in a voice of constrained passion, "Mlle. de Coulanges, I have only one question to ask of you you will reflect before you answer it, because on your reply depends the continuance or utter dissolution of our friendship do you, or do you not, think proper to refuse my son before you have seen him?" "Before I have seen Mr.
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