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Updated: May 16, 2025
He resorts to this mode of address to avoid the more familiar form, which is so offensive to her. "No, I am not going to make calls," Sidonie replies with a certain pride. "On the contrary, I expect to receive them. This is my day." In response to her husband's astounded, bewildered expression she continues: "Why, yes, this is my day. Madame Fromont has one; I can have one also, I fancy."
Old Sigismond thought bitterly of the difference between the house of Fromont, once so wealthy, now living entirely upon its former reputation, and the ever-increasing prosperity of the establishment before his eyes.
M. Gardinois might deplore in her presence, for hours at a time, the perversity of tradesmen and servants, or make an estimate of what was being stolen from him each month, each week, every day, every minute; Madame Fromont might enumerate her grievances against the mice, the maggots, dust and dampness, all desperately bent upon destroying her property, and engaged in a conspiracy against her wardrobes; not a word of their foolish talk remained in Claire's mind.
I shall see my lands overrun and wasted, my great castles thrown down and destroyed, and my people distressed and slain; and as for myself I shall have to die and all this for a fault which is none of mine, and for a deed which I have neither wished nor sanctioned." And the words of Duke Fromont were true.
One fine day the Prochassons appeared, and offered three hundred thousand francs simply for an interest in the patent rights. "What shall we do?" Fromont Jeune asked Risler Aine. The latter shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Decide for yourself. It doesn't concern me. I am only an employe."
Having no father or mother, he had been brought up by his uncle, M. Fromont, and was looked upon by him to succeed him in business, and probably to become Claire's husband. That ready-made future did not arouse any enthusiasm in Georges. In the first place business bored him.
She made an effort to prevent any of those horrible periods of silence, when the clashing knives and forks mark time in such an absurd and embarrassing way. As soon as breakfast was at an end Fromont Jeune announced that he must return to Savigny.
And he would be the last to take his place at the table, after shaking hands all around with his guests, friends of Fromont Jeune, whom he hardly knew by name. Strange to say, the affairs of the factory were often discussed at that table, to which Georges brought his acquaintances from the club with the tranquil self-assurance of the gentleman who pays. "Business breakfasts and dinners!"
I have warned him several times: 'Look out, Monsieur Georges is making a fool of himself for some woman. He either turns away with a shrug, or else he tells me that it is none of his business and that Fromont Jeune is the master. Upon my word, one would almost think one would almost think " The cashier did not finish his sentence; but his silence was pregnant with unspoken thoughts.
The sister was full of pity for Madame Fromont and considered her husband's conduct altogether outrageous; as for Sigismond, he could find no words bitter enough for the unknown trollop who sent bills for six-thousand-franc shawls to be paid from his cashbox. In his eyes, the honor and fair fame of the old house he had served since his youth were at stake.
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