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"If you please, mademoiselle." "The pudding is delicious," said Genestas. "Then what will you say to her coffee and cream?" cried Benassis. "I would rather hear our pretty hostess talk." "You did not put that nicely, Genestas," said Benassis.
So you want to die and break your poor mother's heart, do you?" Genestas came into a little yard, which was sufficiently clean and tidily kept, and saw before him a lad of fifteen, who looked as delicate as a woman. His hair was fair but scanty, and the color in his face was so bright that it seemed hardly natural.
M. Pierre Joseph Genestas was an unostentatious kind of Bayard. There was nothing romantic nor picturesque about him he was too thoroughly commonplace. His ways of living were those of a well-to-do man.
I only have the care of them until they are six years old," she went on with a sigh. "But where are your own children?" "I have lost them." "How old are you?" Genestas asked, to efface the impression left by his last question. "I am thirty-eight years old, sir. It will be two years come next St. John's Day since my husband died."
I wandered out and picked a quantity of mushrooms and white truffles, and took them over to Jacquotte; she was very pleased, for some people are coming to dinner. I was so glad that I thought of it; something seemed to tell me to go to look for them." She began to ply her needle again. "You have a very pretty house here, mademoiselle," said Genestas, addressing her.
"Well, my children, go on and prosper; continue to increase your wealth and to add to your family." The cleanliness of the almost ruinous dwelling filled Genestas with admiration. Benassis saw the officer's astonishment, and said, "There is no one like Mme. Vigneau for keeping a house clean and tidy like this. I wish that several people in the town would come here to take a lesson."
But after riding on camels through the desert, and drinking my glass by the fireside in Moscow, I never thought that I should come back to die here beneath the trees that my father planted," and he began to work again. "Poor old man!" said Genestas, as they turned to go. "I should do the same if I were in his place; we have lost our father.
Could all that we have make up to me for the loss of his last farewell. No. Mon Dieu! If your father falls ill, Jean, do not go away and leave him, or you will lay up a lifelong regret for yourself." "My friend," said Genestas, "I have seen thousands of men die on the battlefield; death did not wait to let their children bid them farewell; take comfort, you are not the only one."
There was a sharp distress in the doctor's exclamation which seemed prompted by some recollection of his own; he paused for a brief while, and Genestas respected his musings. "Well, sir," Benassis resumed, "something happened which should have concluded the marriage thus begun; but instead of that it put an end to it, and was the cause of all my misfortunes.
"Well, when will you bring him to me?" "Why, to-morrow, if you will let me. He has been at Grenoble these two days." "Good! Set out to-morrow morning and come back again. I shall wait for you in La Fosseuse's cottage, and we will all four of us breakfast there together." "Agreed," said Genestas, and the two friends as they went upstairs bade each other good-night.
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