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That thief had on such pearls this evening! you would sell your soul for them." Cydalise, Montes, and Madame Nourrisson got into a hackney coach that was waiting at the door.
"You shall see, my dear Tiger, all you wish to see on one condition." "And that is?" "Look at Cydalise." At a wink from Madame Nourrisson, Cydalise cast a tender look at the Baron. "Will you be good to her? Will you make her a home?" asked Carabine. "A girl of such beauty is well worth a house and a carriage! It would be a monstrous shame to leave her to walk the streets.
Cydalise put her handkerchief to her eyes with an appearance of emotion "She is furious," Carabine went on, "though she looks as if butter would not melt in her mouth, furious to see the man she adores duped by a villainous hussy; she would kill Valerie " "Oh, as for that," said the Brazilian, "that is my business!" "What, killing?" said old Nourrisson.
A man who means to be avenged, and who says he has the ways and means of a savage, doesn't do that. If you want to see your 'object' in her paradise, you must take Cydalise and walk straight in with her on your arm, as if the servant had made a mistake. But no scandal! If you mean to be revenged, you must eat the leek, seem to be in despair, and allow her to bully you.
In a few minutes after this he was standing in the little salon at Beaubocage, with his mother and sister hanging about him and caressing him, his father standing near, less demonstrative, but evidently well pleased by this unexpected arrival of the son and heir. "I heard thy voice in the hall," cried Cydalise, "and flew down from my room to welcome thee.
Ah, what bitter tears the two women shed over the soft fair curls of that little head, when they had the boy all to themselves in the turret chamber at Beaubocage, on whose white walls the eyes of Cydalise had opened almost every morning of her pure eventless life!
For the past ten minutes the old woman had been watching the Brazilian; she saw that he was an instrument tuned up to the murderous pitch she needed; and, above all, so effectually blinded, that he would never heed who had led him on to it, and she spoke: "Cydalise, my Brazilian jewel, is my niece, so her concerns are partly mine.
"But she, so amiable, so pious " "So plain, so stupid " "So modest, so charitable " "In short, so admirably adapted for a Sister of Charity," replied Gustave. "But no, dear Cydalise.
Poor Cydalise had never seen a finer mansion than the old chateau, with its sugar-loaf towers and stone terraces, and winding stairs, and tiny inconvenient turret chambers, and long dreary salon and salle-a-manger. She could picture to herself nothing more splendid. For Gustave to be offered the future possession of Cotenoir was as if he were suddenly to be offered the succession to a kingdom.
"Your arm is not a match for your name, my child," said Jenny Cadine, to whom Carabine had introduced this masterpiece of sixteen, having brought her with her. And, in fact, Cydalise displayed to public admiration a fine pair of arms, smooth and satiny, but red with healthy young blood. "What do you want for her?" said Jenny Cadine, in an undertone to Carabine. "A fortune."
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