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"Very well, then!" said she, hastily walking toward the door. "Are you going already?" asked Jeanne, offering her brow to Madame Desvarennes's lips. "Yes, good-by!" said the latter, with an icy kiss. Jeanne, without again turning round, went into the drawing-room. At the same moment, Cayrol, in a travelling-coat, entered the office, followed by Pierre.
With a mischievous wink, Serge called Madame Desvarennes's attention to the mayor's solemn appearance as he was galloping with Micheline, also the comical positions of the rustics. Micheline was smiling. She was enjoying herself. All this homely gayety, of which she was the cause, made her feel happy. She enjoyed the pleasure of those around her.
At the end is Madame Desvarennes's bedroom, because she does not like mounting stairs, and lives on the ground floor. Adjoining it is a conservatory, furnished as a drawing- room, and serving as a boudoir for the mistress of the house. The dining-room, the gun-room, and the smoking-room are in the right wing. The gun-room deserves a particular description.
Tired with healthy exercise, Micheline would go smiling to the office where her mother was hard at work, and say: "Here we are, mamma!" The mistress would rise and kiss her daughter beaming with freshness. Then they would go up to breakfast. Madame Desvarennes's doubts were lulled to rest. She saw her daughter happy. Her son-in-law was in every respect cordial and charming toward her.
He was about to encourage Marechal to continue his revelations, and had risen and was leaning on the desk. With his face excited and eager, he was preparing his question, when, through the door which led to Madame Desvarennes's office, a confused murmur of voices was heard.
At the end is Madame Desvarennes's bedroom, because she does not like mounting stairs, and lives on the ground floor. Adjoining it is a conservatory, furnished as a drawing-room, and serving as a boudoir for the mistress of the house. The dining-room, the gun-room, and the smoking-room are in the right wing. The gun-room deserves a particular description.
Adjoining the great drawing-room is a boudoir upholstered in light gray silk damask, with bouquets of flowers. This is Madame Desvarennes's favorite room. A splendid Erard piano occupies one side of the apartment. Facing it is a sideboard in sculptured ebony, enriched with bronze, by Gouthieres.
Pierre, her boy, had grown up under the shadow of the bakery, the cradle of the Desvarennes's fortunes. On Sundays the mistress would give him a gingerbread or a cracknel, and amuse herself with his baby prattle. She did not lose sight of him when she removed to the Rue Vivienne.
He recognized the livery of Madame Desvarennes's coachman and leant forward. The mistress did not see him. He was about to stop the cab and tell his driver to follow her carriage when a sudden thought decided him to go on. It was Micheline he wanted to see. His future destiny depended on her. Madame Desvarennes had made him clearly understand that by calling for his help in her fatal letter.
"I beseech you," cried Jeanne, madly placing her hands before Madame Desvarennes's face as if to check her scrutiny. "If I had a, son," continued the mistress, "I would believe " Suddenly she ceased speaking; she became pale, and bending toward Jeanne, she looked into her very soul. "Is it "she began. "No! no!" interrupted Jeanne, terrified at seeing that the mistress had found out the truth.
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