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Somers now began to be seriously angry with Emilie for always being of her mother's opinion: "It is really, Mlle. de Coulanges, carrying your filial affection too far. We cold-hearted English can scarcely conceive this sort of fervid passion, which French children express about every thing, the merest trifle, that relates to mamma!
I hope Mad. de Coulanges will have her ass's milk at the proper hour to-morrow I have given particular orders for that purpose." "Your kindness to mamma, dear Mrs. Somers," said Emilie, "has been invariable, and " "Spare me, I beseech you, Mlle. de Coulanges, all these grateful speeches I really am not prepared to hear them with temper to-night.
Here we find certain elements of that primitive belief that would escape us in a mere examination of the Chaldæan tombs. We see how they understood the connection between the living and the dead, and why they so passionately desired to receive due sepulture. These ideas and sentiments are identical with those which M. Fustel de Coulanges has analysed so deeply in his Cité antique.
Says Madame de Coulanges in one of her letters: "The women are running after Mademoiselle de l'Enclos now as much as the men used to do. How can any one hate old age after such an example." This reflection did not originate with Ninon, who regretted little her former pleasures, and besides, friendship with her had as many sacred rights as love.
The physician took leave and, when they were thus left at liberty, Lady Littleton seated herself in the broken arm-chair beside the bed, and told Mad. de Coulanges that Mrs. Somers had been very unhappy, in consequence of their quarrel; and that she had been indefatigable in her inquiries and endeavours to find out the place of their retreat; that she had at last given up the search in despair.
With the tears yet upon her cheeks, Mad. de Coulanges began the chase, and M. de Brisac followed, beating the air with his perfumed handkerchief, and the butterfly fluttered round the table at which Emilie was standing. "Eh! M. de Brisac, catch it! Catch it, Emilie!" repeated her mother. "Catch it, Mrs. Somers, for the love of Heaven!" "For the love of Heaven!" repeated Mrs.
Somers hurried out of the room, repeating, "I'll write directly this instant to Lady Littleton. Mad. de Coulanges shall not be kept prisoner in my house." Emilie stood motionless. In a few minutes Mrs. Somers returned with an unfolded letter, which she put into Emilie's passive hand. "Read it, ma'am, I beg read it. I do every thing openly every thing handsomely, I hope whatever may be my faults."
"His present behaviour makes amends for the past," said Mad. de Coulanges, "and entitles him to my esteem and to yours, and that is sufficient. As to love well educated girls do not marry for love." "But they ought not to marry without feeling love, should they?" said Emilie. "Emilie!
What a system of simagree it is, after all! and how can honest human nature bear to be penned up all its days by the Chinese paling of ceremony, or that French filigree work, politesse? English human nature cannot endure this, as yet; and I am glad of it heartily glad of it Now to the point. "You guess that I am going to speak of the Coulanges.
"I beg, Mlle. de Coulanges, that you will not trouble yourself," said Mrs. Somers, haughtily. "Surely there are servants enough in this house whose business it is to remember these things." "Yes," said Emilie, "it is their business, but it is my pleasure. You must not, indeed you must not, take my watering-pot from me!"
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