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Finally, I doubted whether, in the absence of any other reason for delay, I could have marched my men, weary as they were, to the place before daybreak. When I came to announce this decision, however, and to inquire what accommodation the peasant could afford us, I found myself in trouble. Fanchette, mademoiselle's woman, suddenly confronted me, her face scarlet with rage.
So overcome was I by the consciousness of its immediate propinquity, that, all at once, I found myself cowering against the wall, as if I expected something or someone to strike me. How I reached my bedroom I do not know. I found Fanchette awaiting me. For the moment her presence was a positive comfort, until I realised the amazement with which she was regarding me. 'Mademoiselle is not well?
Madame, with kindly forethought, detached herself from us, and rode the greater part of the distance with Fanchette; but the opportunities she gave us went for little; for, to be plain, the separation we dreaded seemed to overshadow us already.
Il n'y en a pas. Isn't it delightful?" "Very neat," said Lady Tranmore, smiling. "When did you invent that? You, I hear, are to be Diana?" Kitty made a gesture of despair. "Ask Fanchette it depends on her. There is no one but she in London who can do it. Oh, by-the-way, what's Mary going to be? I suppose a Madonna of sorts."
"Our little bargain still holds good, dear boy; you can accept any time you like! Do you understand?" And he sang: "A charming girl is my Fanchette In her simplicity." "Don't you trouble yourself," he went on; "I can get in my money. They are too much afraid of me to swindle me."
A stool lay overturned by the fire, and above it a grey cat, which I had not hitherto noticed, crouched on a beam and eyed me with stealthy fierceness. Mademoiselle was not to be seen, nor was Fanchette, and Simon Fleix did not hear me. He was doing something at the bed for my mother it seemed. 'What is it, man? I cried softly, advancing on tiptoe to the bedside. 'Where are the others?
Even the absurd care with which Simon avoided the neighbourhood of Fanchette, riding anywhere so long as he might ride at a distance from the angry woman's tongue and hand which provoked many a laugh from the men, and came to be the joke of the company failed to draw a smile from me.
At this moment, she cried out, accordingly, to know who was there; and Fanchette, seeming to take this as a command, rose and dragged her stool aside, saying peevishly and without any increase of respect, 'There, I told you she could hear. 'Who is it? mademoiselle asked again, in a raised voice.
I knew there a poor young serving girl, called Fanchette, who had married a boatman the year before. She had reserved some beds in the garret of her cottage, that she might board and lodge one or two poor invalids at fifteen sous a day. I had engaged one of these rooms, and a place at the humble board of the good creature.
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