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Updated: June 22, 2025
"No matter, my dear sisters," said Gabriel, taking them affectionately by the hand; "dreams, like everything else, come from above. Since the remembrance of your mother was mixed up with this dream, it is twice blessed." At this moment a door opened, and Dagobert made his appearance.
Dagobert, kind-hearted as his son, went to fetch a pillow, and brought it to his wife, saying: "Lean forward a little, and I will put this pillow behind you; you will be more comfortable and warmer." "How you both spoil me!" said Frances, trying to smile.
"My son! do you dare?" cried Dagobert, his countenance inflamed with rage-"Agricola!" exclaimed Frances, in tears. "My husband!" "M. Dagobert, listen to Agricola!" exclaimed Mother Bunch. "It is only in your interest that he speaks." "Not one word more!" replied the soldier, stamping his foot with anger.
At that moment Marguerite shuddered convulsively, as if touched by some electric current, and allowed the glass of punch, which she had just poured out for Dagobert, to drop from her hand. It shattered to atoms on the floor. She cast herself down at Madame von G.'s feet sobbing bitterly said she was a stupid creature, and implored that she might be allowed to go to her room.
"And that of the feather-brush, to show that, according to promise, we kept up our spirits during his absence." "Write to him, sister? no, he is to write to us, and we are not to answer his letters." "True! well then, I have an idea. Let us address letters to him here, Dagobert can put them into the post, and, on his return, our father will read our correspondence." "That will be charming!
In the eyes of the law, there is no special urgency. The question may not be decided for two or three days." "That is all I wished to know," said Dagobert, rising and walking up and down the room. "And yet," resumed his son, "I did not consider myself beaten.
"Then the Count de Montbron will take the proper steps with persons in authority, to restore both Mdlle. de Cardoville and the daughters of Marshal Simon to liberty and perhaps, to-morrow, or the day after " "To-morrow or the day after!" cried Dagobert; "perhaps? It is to-day, on the instant, that I must have them. The day after to-morrow would be of much use!
Then the army will be complete, and let 'em come on by thousands!" added a gruff, but jovial voice, interrupting the girl, as Dagobert appeared at the half open door of the room. It was worth looking at his face, radiant with joy; for the old fellow had somewhat indiscreetly been listening to the conversation.
Guided by his good sense and admirable devotion, Dagobert understood at once, that his only resource was now in the justice of the burgomaster, and that all his efforts should tend to conciliate the favor of that magistrate.
"For example," said Dagobert, after a moment's reflection, "you two are so much alike, that any one, who was not in the habit of seeing you daily, might easily take one for the other. Well! if they did not know that you are, so to speak,'doubles, they might think an imp was at work instead of such good little angels as you are."
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