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Updated: June 26, 2025
Look, you little stupid, you are dirty already! I'll come for you in a minute; don't stir." The hearse drove up; it was time to start, but Madame Deberle appeared, exclaiming: "The bouquets have been forgotten! Quick, Pauline, the bouquets!" Some little confusion ensued. A bouquet of white roses had been prepared for each little girl; and these bouquets now had to be distributed.
Juliette's face assumed a serious look, and, crossing her arms, she exclaimed: "Well, and what will you do with the balance of power in Europe?" Thus, for two days past, Madame Deberle had with passionate fervor devoted herself to foreign politics.
Her first thought was that she must go to see Juliette that very morning, and thus obviate the need of any tedious explanations or inquiries which might result in ruining everything. On calling upon Madame Deberle at about nine o'clock she found her already up, with pallid cheeks and red eyes like the heroine of a tragedy.
Then, taking Lucien under the armpits, almost lifting him from the ground, she gave him a hearty kiss on each cheek. He had no further hesitation in embracing her. "Bravo! capital!" exclaimed the onlookers. With a bow Helene turned to leave, accompanied to the door by Madame Deberle. "I beg you, madame," said she, "to present my heartiest thanks to the doctor.
They were all lounging on their chairs, and the conversation became delightfully friendly. Less effort was shown in following up remarks, and there were at times intervals of silence. While Madame Deberle and her sister were busily engaged in discussion, Helene said to the two men: "Doctor Bodin has advised us to go to Italy."
Juliette is compelled to have him here, for otherwise she wouldn't come!" "Indeed!" exclaimed Helene. Madame Deberle was bustling about from one group to another, requesting silence for a song from Madame de Guiraud's sister.
Juliette threw a black shawl round her to conceal her morning wrap. There was no bonnet to be found; but at last they came across one from which they tore a bunch of red vervain flowers. Monsieur Rambaud, who was chief mourner, took hold of Helene's arm. "Do not leave her," whispered Madame Deberle as they reached the garden. "I have so many things to look after!" And thereupon she hastened away.
On the threshold he had stuck an eye-glass in his right eye with a slight grimace, which, according to Pauline, was just the thing; and now he cast a glance around the room. Having nonchalantly and silently shaken hands with the doctor, he made his way towards Madame Deberle, in front of whom he respectfully bent his tall figure.
From that day forward they could merely exchange a clasp of the hand on meeting and parting. Madame Deberle was now spending a month at the seaside, and the doctor, though he had all his time at his own command, dared not pass more than ten minutes in Helene's company. Their long chats at the window had come to an end. What particularly tortured their hearts was the fickleness of Jeanne's humor.
Amidst all the golden decorations, her white face assumed a vermeil tint under her heavy, sombre tresses. Helene really admired her. "Convulsions are so terrible," broke in Madame Deberle. "My Lucien had them when a mere baby. How uneasy you must have been, madame! However, the dear little thing appears to be quite well now."
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