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She looked old, and had a hard, yellow, wrinkled face, one of those wooden faces like country people so often have. Monsieur d'Apreval called her back. "I beg your pardon, Madame, but we came in to know whether you could sell us two glasses of milk." She was grumbling when she reappeared in the door, after putting down her pails. "I don't sell milk," she replied.
Madame de Cadour turned to her old friend and said: "Will you come with me, Monsieur d'Apreval?" He bowed with a smile, and with all the gallantry of former years: "I will go wherever you go," he replied. "Very well, then, go and get a sunstroke," Monsieur de Cadour said; and he went back to the Hôtel des Bains to lie down for an hour or two.
She did not return to the house, however, but remained standing near them, as if to watch them and to find out for what purpose they had come there. "You have come from Fécamp?" she said. "Yes," Monsieur d'Apreval replied, "we are staying at Fécamp for the summer." And then after a short silence he continued: "Have you any fowls you could sell us, every week?"
How often during the last forty years had she wished to go and see him and to embrace him! She could not imagine to herself that he had grown! She always thought of that small human atom which she had held in her arms and pressed to her bosom for a day. How often she had said to M. d'Apreval: "I cannot bear it any longer; I must go and see him."
The woman hesitated for a moment and then replied: "Yes, I think I have. I suppose you want young ones?" "Yes, of course." "'What do you pay for them in the market?" D'Apreval, who had not the least idea, turned to his companion: "What are you paying for poultry in Fecamp, my dear lady?"
If anybody should find it, please let us know." Mother Benedict did not reply, as she thought it a very equivocal sort of answer, but suddenly she exclaimed: "Oh, here is my husband!" She was the only one who had seen him, as she was facing the gate. D'Apreval started and Madame de Cadour nearly fell as she turned round suddenly on her chair.
Monsieur d'Apreval stood outside and called out: "Is anybody at home?" Then a child appeared, a little girl of about ten, dressed in a chemise and a linen petticoat, with dirty, bare legs and a timid and cunning look. She remained standing in the doorway, as if to prevent any one going in. "What do you want?" she asked. "Is your father in?" "No." "Where is he?" "I don't know." "And your mother?"
If anybody should find it, please let us know." Mother Benedict did not reply, as she thought it a very equivocal sort of answer, but suddenly she exclaimed: "Oh, here is my husband!" She was the only one who had seen him, as she was facing the gate. D'Apreval started and Madame de Cadour nearly fell as she turned round suddenly on her chair.
How often during the last forty years had she wished to go and see him and to embrace him! She could not imagine to herself that he had grown! She always thought of that small human atom which she had held in her arms and pressed to her bosom for a day. How often she had said to M. d'Apreval: "I cannot bear it any longer; I must go and see him."
The woman hesitated for a moment and then replied: "Yes, I think I have. I suppose you want young ones?" "Yes, of course." "What do you pay for them in the market?" D'Apreval, who had not the least idea, turned to his companion: "What are you paying for poultry in Fécamp, my dear lady?"
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