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Yes, my dear uncle, you were employed, according to the formula, "in virtue of these and subsequent engagements," and among the "subsequent engagements" you are kind enough to reckon one between Mademoiselle Berthe Lorinet, spinster, of no occupation, and M. Fabien Mouillard, lawyer. "Fabien Mouillard, lawyer" that I may perhaps endure, but "Fabien Mouillard, son-in-law of Lorinet," never!
Fabien, you will leave Paris with me to-morrow. That's understood." "Certainly not, uncle." "Your reasons?" "Because I can not leave my friends without saying goodby, and because I have need to reflect before definitely binding myself to the legal profession." "To reflect!
She possesses the secret of that feminine deftness which is the great set-off to feminine weakness. Weak? Yes, women perhaps are weak, yet less weak than we, the strong sex, for they can raise us to our feet. She called me, "My dear Monsieur Fabien," and there was balm in the very way she said the words.
"What a good idea of yours to sketch them both. Let me see the sketch." "No!" "Why not?" "It can scarcely be called a sketch; it's a mere scratch." "Show it, all the same." "My good Fabien, you ought to know that when I am obstinate I have my reasons, like Balaam's ass. You will not see my sketch-book to-day, nor to-morrow, nor the day after."
So I was sure not to meet him. Madeleine opened the door to me, and started as if shot. "Monsieur Fabien!" "Myself, Madeleine. My uncle is not at home?" "No, Monsieur. Do you really mean to come in, Monsieur?" "Why not?" "The master's so changed since his visit to Paris, Monsieur Fabien!"
"I wonder what they are doing!" she thought "And I wonder what sort of a Cardinal it is they have taken the child to see! These great princes of the Church care nothing for the poor, the very Pope allows half Italy to starve while he shuts himself up with his treasures in the Vatican; what should a great Cardinal care for my poor little Fabien!
"I think, Monsieur Fabien, that we are quite at one, and that the hour has come " He did not finish the sentence, but rose and went to open a door between two bookcases at the end of the room. "Jeanne," he said, "Monsieur Fabien accepts the two conditions, my dear." And I saw Jeanne come smiling toward me.
All the same, you may be sure the children WILL bring Fabien Doucet to Monseigneur; they have made up their minds about it, and if the little miserable's lameness gets no better, we shall have work enough in future to make the saints respected!" Patoux muttered something inaudible, and went his way.
Poor child! Forget all this, Monsieur Fabien; you can do nothing to help. Be true to your youth, and tell us next time of Monsieur Charnot and Mademoiselle Jeanne." Dear Madame Lampron! I tried to console her; but as I never knew my mother, I could find but little to say. All the same, she thanked me and assured me I had done her good. January 1, 1885. The first of January!
Every year they ask me for this relic of our common sorrow; every year they send me, about this time a basket of white flowers, chiefly lilacs, the dead girl's flower, and their meaning is, 'Give up to us what is left of her, the masterpiece built up of your youth and hers. But I am selfish, Fabien. I, like them, am jealous of all the sorrows this portrait recalls to me, and I deny them.
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