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"He who makes himself the champion to defend a young girl's character," said Madame d'Argy, sententiously, "injures her as much as those who have spoken evil of her." "That is exactly what I think," said Giselle. "The self-constituted champion has given the evil rumor circulation." There was again a painful silence.
Her heart was beating so fast that its throbs could be seen under the embroidered front of the bodice which fitted her so smoothly. She wondered how Madame d'Argy would receive the suggestion she was about to make. She went on: "I dressed myself in my best to-day because I am so happy." Madame d'Argy's long tortoise-shell knitting-needles stopped.
"Never!" she cried, beside herself. "You hear me never will I consent, whatever happens!" At that moment the door was partly opened, and a servant announced "Monsieur l'Abbe Bardin." Madame d'Argy made a gesture which was anything but reverential. "Well, to be sure this is the right moment with a vengeance! What does he want!
Jacqueline had been instructed to call her "aunt;" but in her heart she called her 'La Fee Gyognon', while Madame d'Argy, pointing to her son, said: "What do you think, darling, of such a surprise? He is home on leave. We came here the first place-naturally." "It was very nice of you.
The wails of Hecuba were nothing to the lamentations of poor Madame d'Argy; the unreasonableness of her wrath and the exaggeration in her reproaches hindered even Jacqueline from feeling all the remorse she might otherwise have felt for her share in Fred's departure.
Yes, a marriage! That is the way I had thought of to settle everything and make everybody happy." "What man would marry a girl who had compromised herself?" said Madame d'Argy, indignantly. "He who has done his part to compromise her." "Then go and propose it to Monsieur de Cymier!" "No. It is not Monsieur de Cymier whom she loves." "Ah!" Madame d'Argy was on her feet at once.
Here, seeing that the nun who was keeping guard was listening, Giselle, with great presence of mind, spoke louder on indifferent subjects till she had passed out of earshot, then she rapidly poured her secret into Jacqueline's ear. From a few words that had passed between her grandmother and Madame d'Argy, she had found out that Madame de Monredon intended to marry her.
There, now! suppose, instead of quarrelling with me, you were to go and cast yourself into the arms of your cousin Fred." "Fred! Fred d'Argy! Fred is at Brest." "Where are your eyes, my dear child? He has just come in with his mother." And at that moment Madame de Nailles, with her pure, clear voice a voice frequently compared to that of Mademoiselle Reichemberg, called: "Jacqueline!"
I can assure you that ever since yesterday, if not before, she has loved Monsieur d'Argy, who on his part for a long time a very long time has been in love with her." Giselle spoke eagerly, as if she forced herself to say the words that cost her pain. Her cheeks were flushed under her veil. The Abbe, who was keen-sighted, observed these signs.
He only bowed when she said again: "At four o'clock: Madame d'Argy will be prepared to see you. Thank you, Monsieur l'Abbe." And then, as she descended the staircase, he bestowed upon her silently his most earnest benediction, before returning to the cold cutlet that was on his breakfast table. Giselle did not breakfast much better than he.
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