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"'And you say she has not been here for a fortnight? "'No, madam. "'Then, in the name of Heaven, who is it that I meet so often? slowly and sternly demanded Mrs. Dubarry. "Old Isaac solemnly shook his gray head, and answered never a word. "'What do you mean by that? Speak! I will have an answer. Who is this silent girl in the red cloak, I ask? repeated the lady. "'Madam, I don't know.
It is terrified, like Delphos at the fulgurating realities of the vision; it makes tables turn as Dodona did tripods. It places the grisette on the throne, as Rome placed the courtesan there; and, taking it altogether, if Louis XV. is worse than Claudian, Madame Dubarry is better than Messalina.
Remember, too, that there was scarcely an exception to the rule of patient courage, calm self-sacrifice, and pride of birth that never belied itself. Dubarry might shriek on the scaffold, but the Rohans died mute.
The court of Louis XV., which American snobs have just expended half-a-million trying to imitate, likewise, "made business better" by wasting wealth Madame DuBarry posing as "public benefactress," and receiving no end of encomiums from Paris shopkeepers, jewel merchants and mantua-makers.
"Nearly maddened by terror and despair, Philip Dubarry rushed from the room and loudly called for assistance. The chamber was soon filled with the members of the household, not one of whom knew what to do, until the entrance of the old housekeeper, who sent everybody out, and requested Mr. Dubarry to dispatch a carriage for the family physician. "Before morning the doctor arrived.
He had never been more surprised in his life. "Come in: let us talk this over in the light." Through the open windows of the drawingroom, where candlesticks of twisted silver glimmered among Laura's old, silvery brocades, and dim mirrors, and branches of pink and white rosebuds blooming deliciously in rose-coloured Dubarry jars, the two men came in together, Lawrence keenly on the watch.
"'My sweet Alicia, there is nothing there but the tremulous shadow of the vine leaves cast by the moonlight, said Mr. Dubarry, persuasively, as he went and drew the curtain before the window, and then struck a match and lighted a lamp. "But her eyes were never removed from the spot where she had gazed. "'It is there yet! she cried. "'What is there, good Alicia? there is nothing there, indeed!
"At twelve o'clock that night, while the young people were enjoying themselves in some round game in the drawing-room, and Mr. Dubarry was doing all that he could to promote their entertainment, the whole party was startled by a terrific cry coming from Mrs. Dubarry's chamber. All paused for a breathless instant, and then rushed tumultuously up the stairs. At the door of the bed-chamber, Mr.
"Almost beside himself with distress, Philip Dubarry seized a large table cover and threw it down over the spot upon which her eyes were fixed. "'Ah! it is of no use! it is of no use! I see them still! they rise above the covering! they lie upon it! she cried, in terrific emotion, shaking as if with an ague fit.
Dubarry took an aged Catholic priest to share his home. Under the influence of Father Ingleman, Philip Dubarry became a penitent and a devotee. At that time this church was but a rude chapel, erected over the old family vault. But now, by the advice of the old priest, Mr. Dubarry rebuilt and enlarged the chapel, for the accommodation of all the Catholics in the neighborhood.
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