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"Friendship on her side might be enough," said Madame d'Argy, in the tone of a woman who had never known more than that in marriage. "My poor Fred has enthusiasm and all that, enough for two. And in time she will be madly in love with him she must! It is impossible it should be otherwise." "Very good, persuade her yourself if you can; but Jacqueline has a pretty strong will of her own."
A priest whose lot is cast in the country is fortunate, Madame, but we can not choose our vocation. We may do good anywhere, especially in cities. Are you sure, however, that Jacqueline " "She loves Monsieur d'Argy." "Well, if that is so, we are all right.
The little black frock that had been made for her had been hardly worn out when a new mamma, as gay and fresh as the other had been sick and suffering, had come into the household like a ray of sunshine. After that time Madame d'Argy and Modeste were the only people who spoke to her of the mother who was gone.
If Fred must get into danger and difficulty for any woman, it should not have been for Giselle de Talbrun." A meeting took place yesterday at Vesinet between the Vicomte de Cymier, secretary of Embassy at Vienna, and M. Frederic d'Argy, ensign in the navy. The parties fought with swords.
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.
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.
"But, little daughter, what would you like? What do you say to Treport?" "I should like Treport very much, because there we should be near Madame d'Argy." Jacqueline had felt much drawn to Madame d'Argy since her troubles, for she had been the nearest friend of her own mother her own dead mother, too long forgotten.
"Was that somebody a boy of her own age?" Oh, fie! mere boys still schoolboys could only be looked upon as playfellows or comrades. Of course she considered Fred Fred, for example! Frederic d'Argy as a brother, but how different he was from her ideal.
The only hand that he could use was pulling and tearing at the little blue cape crossed on his breast, in which his mother had wrapped him; and this unsuitable garment formed such a queer contrast to the expression of his face that Giselle, in her nervous excitement, burst out laughing, an explosion of merriment which completed the exasperation of Madame d'Argy.
These girls were not the only persons that day at the reception who indulged in a little ill-natured talk after going away. Mesdames d'Argy and de Monredon, on their way to the Faubourg St. Germain, criticised Madame de Nailles pretty freely.
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