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If he would only bring in a small sum of money a sum which must be easily within his father's reach he should have half the business now, and all of it when Madame Faragon had gone to her rest. Or if he would prefer to give Madame Faragon a pension a moderate pension she would give up the house at once.
As he went in and out Madame Faragon would look at him with anxious eyes, questioning herself how far such a feeling of love might in truth make this young man forlorn and wretched. As far as she could judge by his manner he was very forlorn and very wretched. He did his work indeed, and was busy about the place, as was his wont.
And when will you be back? 'I cannot say with certainty. I shall not be long, I daresay. 'And have they sent for you? 'No, they have not sent for me, but I want to see them once again. And I must make up my mind what to do for the future. 'Don't leave me, George; pray do not leave me! exclaimed Madame Faragon.
In the few words that he had now said to Madame Faragon he had, as he felt, told the story of his own disappointment; and yet he had not in the least intended to take the old woman into his confidence. He had not meant to have said a word about the quarrel between himself and his father, and now he had told everything.
The very words of her love- promises were still firm in his memory, and he would see if she also could be made to remember them. 'I shall go over to Granpere the day after to-morrow, he said to Madame Faragon, as he caught her just before she retired for the night. 'To Granpere the day after to-morrow? And why? 'Well, I don't know that I can say exactly why.
'I forget the lad's name; but he says that your father is well, and Madame Voss. He goes back early to-morrow with the roulage and some goods that his people have bought. I think he is at supper now. The place of honour at the top of the table at the Colmar inn was not in these days assumed by Madame Faragon.
Nevertheless, she especially stipulated that she should have a new arm-chair for her own use, and that the feather bed in her own chamber should be renewed. 'So your cousin Marie is to be married to Adrian Urmand, the young linen-merchant at Basle, said Madame Faragon. 'Who says so? demanded George.
'He hasn't written, has he, to say that he is off his bargain? Poor Madame Faragon was almost pathetic in her anxiety to learn what had really occurred at the Lion d'Or. 'Certainly not. He has not written at all. 'Then what is it, George? 'I suppose it is this, that Marie Bromar cares nothing for him. 'But so rich as he is! And they say, too, such a good-looking young man.
Work gets fairly into secondly, Farmer Faragon is sound asleep. So he does not even listen to the preaching. Is he then a drone? Suppose you make a calculation how many mouths he feeds indirectly by the products of his farm. I cannot even guess. But I know nothing ever goes from it that is not good.
But there is the hotel; and poor fat, unwieldy Madame Faragon, though she grumbles much, and declares that there is not a sou to be made, still keeps it up, and bears with as much bravery as she can the buffets of a world which seems to her to be becoming less prosperous and less comfortable and more exacting every day.
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