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"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."
Jeanne, I am delighted to hear that you dance badly. Whither away, Fabien, my friend, whither away? You are letting your imagination run away with you again. A hint from it, and off you go. Come, do use your reason a little. You have seen this young lady again, that is true. You admired her; that was for the second time.
Fabien! the Angelus!" Down they all knelt, a devotional group, in the porch through which the good Cardinal had so lately passed, and the bells chimed sweetly and melodiously as Fabien reverently repeated the Angelic Salutation amid responses made with tears and thanksgiving, and neighbours and townfolk hearing of the miracle came hastening to the Hotel Poitiers to enquire into its truth, and pausing as they saw the cluster of kneeling figures in the porch instinctively and without question knelt also, then as the news spread, group after group came running and gathering together, and dropping on their knees amazed and awe- struck, till the broad Square showed but one black mass of a worshipping congregation under the roseate sky, their voices joining in unison with the clear accents of one little happy child; while behind them rose the towers of Notre Dame, and over their heads the white doves flew and the bells of the Angelus rang.
Then he replaced the last book he had taken up a copy of Musset and called me. "Come, Fabien." Arm in arm we strolled up the Rue de Medicis along the railings of the Luxembourg. I felt the crisis approaching. My uncle has a pet saying: "When a thing is not clear to me, I go straight to the heart of it like a ferret." The ferret began to work. "Now, Fabien, about these bonds I mentioned?
Behind us, at some distance in fact, as far off as we could manage the gravel crackled beneath the equal tread of the two elders, and in a murmur we could catch occasional scraps of sentences: "A granddaughter like Jeanne, Monsieur Charnot . . . ." "A grandson like Fabien, Monsieur Mouillard . . . ." PARIS, September 18th. We are married. We are just back from the church.
"I keep none," said he: "I have too many reminders without them. Cursed flowers!" With one motion of his arm he swept them all up and cast them upon the coals in the hearth. They shrivelled, crackled, grew limp and discolored, and vanished in smoke. "Now I am going back to my etching. Good-by, Fabien. Good-night, mother." Without turning his head, he left the room and went back to his studio.
As we met with some difficulty in getting upstairs, M. Charnot said, with clenched teeth: "You've managed this trip nicely, Monsieur Fabien; I congratulate you sincerely!" I saw that he intended to treat me to several variations on this theme. But there was no time for talk.
"Fabien, is it thou?" almost screamed Henri, "Speak, is it thou?" "It is I" said Fabien, and he stopped, panting for breath, then threw his arms round his mother's neck and faced them, "It is I strong and well! thanks to God and the prayers of the Cardinal!" For a moment there was a dead silence, a silence of stupefied amazement unbroken save by the joyful weeping of Martine.
"Dear child!" said she. Then turning to me: "You are a good friend, Monsieur Fabien. Never have we celebrated a Saint Sylvester without you since you came to Paris." "Yet this evening, Madame, I have failed in my traditions, I have no flowers. But Sylvestre tells me that you have just received flowers from the south, from an unfortunate creditor." My words produced an unusual effect upon her.
"Yes, with her father, by the train which gets in at six minutes past nine to-morrow." "Good God! is it possible?" "To see you, Madeleine; to see my uncle, to make my peace with him. Isn't it kind of her?" "Kind? Monsieur Fabien! I tremble to think of what will happen. All the same, I shall be glad to have a sight of your young lady, of course."
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