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Updated: May 17, 2025
Catherine. They walked through these alleys of the antique city to the church of Or San Michele, where it had been agreed that Dechartre should meet them. Therese was thinking of him now with deepest interest. Madame Marmet was thinking of buying a veil; she hoped to find one on the Corso.
Therese did not hear. Her soul had followed Dechartre through the door of her box. In the anteroom was a noise of overthrown chairs. It was Schmoll coming back. He had learned that M. Martin-Belleme had recently been appointed Minister. At once he claimed the cross of Commander of the Legion of Honor and a larger apartment at the Institute.
"It is singular," said Choulette, "we have the air of people who are waiting for something." Vivian Bell replied that they were waiting for M. Dechartre. He was a little late; she feared he had missed the train.
The master and the servants are the prey of the publicans." Dechartre and Madame Martin were struck by the unexpected sincerity of his accent. He added: "I like the King. I am sure of my loyalty, but the misfortunes of the peasants move me."
Dechartre, seated near Madame Martin, questioned her on her tastes about art and beauty, sustained, led, animated her admirations, at times prompted her with caressing brusquerie, wished her to see all that he had seen, to love all that he loved. He wished that she should go in the gardens at the first flush of spring.
They had just gone out when Jacques Dechartre and Paul Vence came into the box. "I congratulate you, Madame," said Paul Vence. But she turned toward Dechartre: "I hope you have not come to congratulate me, too." Paul Vence asked her if she would move into the apartments of the Ministry. "Oh, no," she replied.
And, as a reproach to Choulette and to the Countess Martin, she recalled the piety of that citizen of Florence who took from the altar the candles that had been lighted in honor of Christ, and placed them before the bust of Dante. The Prince resumed his interrupted reading. Dechartre persisted in trying to make Therese admire what she did not know.
Dechartre came to the carriage to salute the two travellers. Separated from him, Therese felt what he was to her: he had given to her a new taste of life, delicious and so vivid, so real, that she felt it on her lips.
Therese and Jacques saw before them the flower-beds designed by Le Notre, the green carpet, the fountain; then the grotto with its five rustic arcades crowned by the tall trees on which autumn had already begun to spread its golden mantle. "This green geometry is beautiful," said Dechartre. "Yes," said Therese.
He recognized her and bowed. It was Dechartre. She saw that he was happy to meet her; she thanked him with a smile. He asked her permission to walk a few steps with her, and they entered into the large and airy space. In this place the tall houses, set somewhat back, efface themselves, and reveal a glimpse of the sky.
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