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What sort of a life would Genevieve have had here, between Madame d'Imbleval and Madame Vaurois? I had no right to victimize her." Jean Louis, who had been gradually becoming excited, uttered these last words in a firm voice, as though he would have wished his conduct to be ascribed to conscientious motives and a sense of duty.
Put him in the place of one of the dead children. He offered me a big sum of money, saying that this one payment would save him the expense of providing for his child every month; and I accepted. Only, I did not know in whose place to put him and whether to say that the boy was Louis d'Imbleval or Jean Vaurois. The gentleman thought a moment and said neither.
In this way, Madame d'Imbleval spent the summer here one year and Madame Vaurois the following summer. Now these two ladies did not know each other. One of them was married to a Breton of a merchant-vessel and the other to a commercial traveller from the Vendee. "It so happened that they lost their husbands at the same time, at a period when each of them was expecting a baby.
Without quite knowing what he was saying and with the intention of responding to Renine's courteous behaviour, he tried in his turn to introduce the two ladies and let fall the astounding words: "My mother, Madame d'Imbleval; my mother, Madame Vaurois." For some time no one spoke. Renine bowed.
She held me out first to one, then to the other, to receive their caresses for I was the surviving child and they first kissed me and then pushed me away; for, after all, who was I? The son of the widowed Madame d'Imbleval and the late merchant-captain or the son of the widowed Madame Vaurois and the late commercial traveller?
Renine bowed his head, saying: "Thank you. I have my reward." "Monsieur," continued the young girl, addressing Serge Renine, "it was while I was spending the Easter holidays at Nice with my father that I made the acquaintance of Jean Louis d'Imbleval...." Renine interrupted her: "Excuse me, mademoiselle, but just now you spoke of this young man as Jean Louis Vaurois."
"These two names, for instance?" "Yes, there was certainly that." "By what name did he introduce himself to you?" "Jean Louis d'Imbleval." "But Jean Louis Vaurois?" "That's what my father calls him." "Why?" "Because that was how he was introduced to my father, at Nice, by a gentleman who knew him. Besides, he carries visiting-cards which describe him under either name."
Hortense did not know with whom she should shake hands, with Madame d'Imbleval, the mother, or with Madame Vaurois, the mother. But what happened was that Madame d'Imbleval and Madame Vaurois both at the same time attempted to snatch the letter which Renine was holding out to Jean Louis, while both at the same time mumbled: "Mlle.
The other started with fury at the outrage and, addressing the young man, cried: "Jean, are you going to sit there and let me be insulted by your hussy of a d'Imbleval?" And the tall one retorted, furiously: "Hussy! Do you hear that, Louis? Look at her, your Vaurois! She's got the airs of a superannuated barmaid! Make her stop, can't you?"
"Have you never questioned him on this point?" "Yes, I have, twice. The first time, he said that his aunt's name was Vaurois and his mother's d'Imbleval." "And the second time?" "He told me the contrary: he spoke of his mother as Vaurois and of his aunt as d'Imbleval. I pointed this out. He coloured up and I thought it better not to question him any further." "Does he live far from Paris?"
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