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Soon, neighbor, I hope your pretty eyes will become sparkling, your cheeks very rosy, and your songs so gay so gay that Papa Cretu and Ramonette will hardly be able to follow you." "May what you have said be true, M. Rudolph," answered Rigolette, with a heavy sigh. "Good-bye!" "Good-bye, for the present!"
At last she in a measure regained her self-control and exclaimed in stifled tones through her sobs, Mon Dieu, mon Dieu! how he is changed! I made a sign to M. Cretu that it was time to retire; but we could drag the duchess away only by promising her to bring her back next day, a promise which could not be kept.
This wise and dignified proceeding reminds one of a charming expression of what is best in French character, as described by Rigolette, in the Mysteries of Paris, of the household of Pere Cretu and Ramnonette. He bears witness to much virtue among them. Their superstitions, as described by him, seem childlike and touching.
"You were no longer afraid? Oh! how I should have trembled!" "Not I, after having received Madame George with great kindness, and offered his hand to Germain, the prince said to me, smiling, 'Well, my neighbor, how are Papa Cretu and Ramonette?" Finally, we left this good nobleman with our hearts rather full, for we shall see him no more.
She replied that she was well, prepared for this, and felt that she had the necessary, courage, and she hoped to find in this last visit some amelioration of the bitter sorrow she endured. While speaking thus, her sad and beautiful countenance was calm and pensive. We then started, M. Cretu giving his arm to his cousin.
At last she in a measure regained her self-control and exclaimed in stifled tones through her sobs, Mon Dieu, mon Dieu! how he is changed! I made a sign to M. Cretu that it was time to retire; but we could drag the duchess away only by promising her to bring her back next day, a promise which could not be kept.
She replied that she was well, prepared for this, and felt that she had the necessary, courage, and she hoped to find in this last visit some amelioration of the bitter sorrow she endured. While speaking thus, her sad and beautiful countenance was calm and pensive. We then started, M. Cretu giving his arm to his cousin.
"Papa Cretu, so I always called him, was a house-painter, and the female who lived with him worked at her needle." "Then they were tolerably well off?" "Oh, as well off as most people in their station. Though not married, they called each other husband and wife. There was nowhere near a house like it always cheerful, always singing; and with all that, good and kind beyond belief!
How I run on! What will you say to me, my lord? But oh! you are so good! And then, you see, it is your fault if I chatter as much and as joyously as Papa Cretu and Ramonette, who no longer dare to rival me in singing. Indeed, M. Rudolph, I can tell you, I put it into their mouths. You will not refuse us one request, will you, my lord?
I have given them the names of good people who were the joy of my childhood, my best friends. Without reckoning, to finish the resemblance, that Papa Cretu and Ramonette were as gay and tuneful as the birds of heaven. My adopted parents were thus called. They are ridiculous names for birds, I know; but it only concerns me. Now, it was on this very subject that I saw Germain had a good heart."
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