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"Miladi a une migranie affreuse this morning," said Felicie, addressing herself on the stairs to Rose. "Mille amities de sa part to your young lady, Miss Rose, and miladi recommend to her to follow a good example, and to take her breakfast in her bed, and then to take one good sleep till you shall hear midi sonne."
She feared him no longer, and she could not forgive him for having alarmed her. She rose. "Good evening; I have a headache. Good-bye till to-morrow, Monsieur Constantin Marc." And she went out briskly. Chevalier ran after her down the corridor, descended the stage staircase behind her, and rejoined her by the stage doorkeeper's box. "Félicie, come and dine with me to-night at our cabaret.
She gave Chevalier a friendly welcome, for she thought kindly of him because he loved Félicie, and because the latter did not love him in return, and ignored on principle the fact that he had been her daughter's lover. She made him sit beside her in the dining-room, where a coke fire was burning in the stove.
And this was why. Between the door of the apartment where he had taken the lorette's farewell kiss, and that of the drawing-room, where the Muse was reclining, bewildered by such a succession of shocks, Lousteau had remembered little De la Baudraye's precarious health, his fine fortune, and Bianchon's remark about Dinah, "She will be a rich widow!" and he said to himself, "I would a hundred times rather have Madame de la Baudraye for a wife than Felicie!"
Mademoiselle Felicie protested the attempt would be something very like sacrilege; to prevent which, she gave a hint to Helen of what was in contemplation.
Helen hesitated. "Do not let me detain distress you farther, Miss Stanley, unavailingly; and since I shall not have the pleasure of seeing you again this evening," concluded he, in a constrained voice, "I have the honour to wish you a good night." He returned to the music-room. Helen instantly went to Cecilia's room; Felicie was with her.
"Nay, monsieur," I said with a sulk that started anew his laughter. "I'll not take it; I want not to see myself. But monsieur will do well to examine his own countenance." "Pardieu! I should say so," he cried. "I must e'en go repair myself; and you, Félix, Félicie, must be fed." I was in truth as hollow as a drum, yet I cried out that I had rather starve than venture into the kitchen.
A faint streak of dawn was reddening the front windows. The waiters were sanding the brick pavement and setting out the tables. He flung himself into a chair. "Waiter, an absinthe." In the cab, beyond the fortifications, which were skirted by the deserted boulevard, Félicie and Robert held one another in a close embrace. "Don't you love your own Félicie? Tell me!
"I don't want any one to help me, who speaks so to his brother," said Polly in a low voice, and with her most superb air stepping down alone, she ran up the steps to leave them staring in each other's faces. Here everybody came hurrying out to the porch, and they were soon drawn into the warm loving welcome awaiting them. "Oh, Felicie!
Marguerite kissed her father and bade him good-bye, gave her last directions to Josette and to Felicie, and started with Monsieur Conyncks for Paris. The great-uncle was a widower with one child, a daughter twelve years old, and he was possessed of an immense fortune.
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