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The half-caste, Faringhea, remained with the young prince, not wishing, he said, to desert a fellow countryman. We now conduct the reader to the Rue Brise-Miche, the residence of Dagobert's wife. The following scenes occur in Paris, on the morrow of the day when the shipwrecked travellers were received in Cardoville House.
Assisted by their admirable spirit of justice and of sympathy for all that is good, by their noble heart, by a character at once delicate and courageous, they had observed and meditated much during the last twenty-four hours. "Sister," said Rose to Blanche, when Frances had quitted the room, "Dagobert's poor wife is very uneasy.
Then, taking a last look at her chamber, furnished so comfortably, she shuddered involuntarily as she thought of the misery that awaited her a misery more frightful than that of which she had already been the victim, for Agricola's mother had departed with Gabriel, and the unfortunate girl could no longer, as formerly, be consoled in her distress by the almost maternal affection of Dagobert's wife.
They felt no suspicion, therefore, and Rose said to Frances: "We may go and see our relation, I suppose, madame, without waiting for Dagobert's return?" "Certainly," said Frances, in a feeble voice, "since you are to be back almost directly." "Then, madame, I would beg these dear young ladies to come with me as soon as possible, as I should like to bring them back before noon.
"But now I think of it," resumed Dagobert's wife, "to go to the pawnbroker's will make you lose much time, my poor girl." "I can make up that in the night, Madame Frances; I could not sleep, knowing you in such trouble. Work will amuse me." "Yes, but the candles " "Never mind, I am a little beforehand with my work," said the poor girl, telling a falsehood.
At sight of the tears rolling slowly down Dagobert's gray moustache, Frances felt for a moment her resolution give way; but, recalling the oath which she had made to her confessor, and reflecting that the eternal salvation of the orphans was at stake, she reproached herself inwardly with this evil temptation, which would no doubt be severely blamed by Abbe Dubois.
"Why do you pause, sister?" "What I am about to say would make other people laugh; but you will understand it. Yesterday, when Dagobert's wife saw poor Spoil-sport at his dinner, she said, sorrowfully: 'Alas! he eats as much as a man! so that I could almost have cried to hear her. They must be very poor, and yet we have come to increase their poverty."
Frances Baudoin, seated beside the small stove, which, in the cold and damp weather, yielded but little warmth, was busied in preparing her son Agricola's evening meal. Dagobert's wife was about fifty years of age; she wore a close jacket of blue cotton, with white flowers on it, and a stuff petticoat; a white handkerchief was tied round her head, and fastened under the chin.
She prevailed on Gabriel to take orders, notwithstanding his repugnance. "'Gabriel is five-and-twenty; disposition as angelic as his countenance; rare and solid virtues; unfortunately he was brought up with his adopted brother, Agricola, Dagobert's son.
After Dagobert's death these mayors practically ruled in the place of the Merovingian monarchs, who became mere "do-nothing kings," rois fainéants, as the French call them. The Austrasian Mayor of the Palace, Pippin of Heristal, the great-grandfather of Charlemagne, succeeded in getting, in addition to Austrasia, both Neustria and Burgundy under his control.
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