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W. and Mme. de Courval continued their tour of inspection which was to finish at the Home Farm, where she wanted to show him some small Breton cows which had just arrived. The atelier was a charming room; panelled like all the others in a light grey wood. One hardly saw the walls, for they were covered with pictures, engravings and a profusion of mirrors in gilt oval frames.
"Grandmamma said her papa the marquis used yellow powder: it must have been very pretty." "Rather a la sucre d' orge," remarked the epicier, smiling on the right side of his mouth, where his best teeth were. Mademoiselle de Courval looked displeased. "I fear you are a republican, Monsieur Goupille." "I, Mademoiselle.
She alone, partly in revenge, partly in silly compassion for Adeline's child, partly, it may be, from some pious fanaticism, could, it so seemed to me, have robbed us of our boy. I repaired at once to France, sought the old Castle of De Courval; it had passed to the next heir, and the old widow was go on, none knew whither, but, it was conjectured, to take the veil in some remote convent."
Lord de Courval singular coincidence! descent from the old line. Herald's College soon settle all that. Lord de Courval! nothing can sound better. There must be a village or hamlet still called Courval about the property." "I am afraid not. There is Coddle End!" "Coddle End! Coddle End! the very thing, sir the very thing clear corruption from Courval! Lord de Courval of Courval! Superb! Ha! ha!"
"Two thousand a year in shire, bought a bargain." "What's the name of the place?" "Grubley." "Lord Grubley! Baron Grubley of Grubley oh, atrocious! Who had the place before you?" "Bought it of Mr. Sheepshanks very old family." "But surely some old Norman once had the place?" "Norman, yes! Henry the Second gave it to his barber Bertram Courval." "That's it! that's it!
"It is one attributed to grandmamma's papa, the Marquis de Courval. It has become quite a hackneyed remark since," said Adele. "Come, ladies," said the joyous Rosalie; "I volunteer my slipper." "Asseyez-vous donc," said Madame Beavor to the Pole. Have you no games of this sort in Poland?" "Madame, La Pologne is no more," said the Pole. "But with the swords of her brave "
Mademoiselle Adele de Courval sighed: "Helas! they remind me of happier days, when I was a petite and my dear grandmamma took me in her lap and told me how she escaped the guillotine: she was an emigree, and you know her father was a marquis." The epicier bowed and looked puzzled. He did not quite see the connection between the bon-bons and the guillotine.
The château is not very old and has no historic interest. It was built by a Monsieur du Bois, Vicomte de Courval, at the end of the seventeenth century. He lived at first in the old feudal château of which nothing now remains.
Well, then, this decides me to complete the union between Monsieur Goupille and Mademoiselle de Courval. I had balanced a little hitherto between the epicier and the Vicomte. Now I will conclude matters. Do you know, Phil, I think you have made a conquest?" "Pooh!" said Philip, colouring. In effect, that very evening Mr. Love saw both the epicier and Adele, and fixed the marriage-day.
Both Mme. de Courval and her daughter were very easy and animated. The Marquise de Chaponay told me she had known W. for years, that in the old days before he became such a busy man and so engrossed in politics he used to read Alfred de Musset to her, in her atelier, while she painted. She supposed he read now to me which he certainly never did as he always told me he hated reading aloud.
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