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I so want to hear Madame Laurin sing." "But you can't, dear Denise," said Little Joyce very softly, stroking Denise's hot forehead with her cool, slender hand. Little Joyce had very pretty hands, only nobody had ever noticed them. "You are not strong enough to go to the concert. I'll sing for you, if you like. Of course, I can't sing very well, but I'll do my best."
The driver of the diligence, like many who are on the road and have but a passing glimpse of many men and many things, was a good-natured man, and willingly charged himself with Denise's commission. For that which she had enclosed was not a letter, but a telegram to be despatched from Marseilles on the arrival of the mail steamer there.
"Then we will go to Marseilles and ask the questions ourselves, and then he cannot charge for each answer, for I know he could never keep count." But Mademoiselle Brun only looked grave, and would not rise to Denise's lighter humour.
He apologized, as it were, for justice, of which he made himself the representative in that room. Then he turned towards de Vasselot. "Monsieur is well within his rights " he said, significantly, " if he insist on them." "I insist on them," replied Lory, who was proud of Denise's pride. And Denise laughed. The notary turned and looked curiously at her. "Mademoiselle is able to be amused."
Mademoiselle Brun was looking at the timepiece on the notary's wall. The town clocks were striking the hour. A knock at the door made the notary turn, with his quill pen still indicating the space for Denise's signature. It was the dingy clerk who sat in a sort of cage in the outer office. After opening the door he stood aside, and Susini came in with glittering eyes and a defiant chin.
Ah, if the other one was like this, if she could go to such a husband; and Denise's old heart swells at the thought of what cannot be, but is tempting, nevertheless. Towards evening Grandon feels that he must return for a brief while. St. Vincent has rallied wonderfully again, and the pulse has gained strength that is deceptive to all but Grandon. "I will come back for the night," he says.
"I did not know that. Why did you not tell me?" "We were talking of empires," replied the baroness. "By the way," she added, in after-thought, "is our good friend Colonel Gilbert in Corsica?" "Yes he is at Bastia." "Ah," said the baroness, looking reflectively at Denise's telegram, which she still held in her hand, "I thought he was."
Denise lay with her face full of joy and rapture such joy and rapture! Little Joyce did not regret the sacrifice of her black doll never could regret it, as long as she remembered Denise's look. "T'ank you, Madame," said Denise brokenly, when Madame ceased. "Dat was so beautiful de angel, dey cannot sing more sweet. I love music so much, Madame.
Cecil is growing quite wild and wilful at times, but she is always charming. They all go up to the cottage one day to a lunch of Denise's preparing. While Gertrude rests, Marcia insists upon visiting the place where Cecil was rescued. "You dear, brave child!" she cries, kissing Violet with rapture, "I don't wonder Floyd fell in love with you on the spot!
Then they continue their walk past her plain little nun's room, with Denise's opening out of it. The house being built on a side-hill makes this just above the kitchen. Down-stairs there are four more rooms. Never was man more at a loss for some of the kindly commonplaces of society.
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