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Updated: May 4, 2025
Would you, my dear vicar, be so kind as to accompany him?" she said, addressing the priest. "If by chance," she added, rising and again looking at Godefroid, "the apartment suits you, we will talk of the conditions." Godefroid bowed and went out. He heard the rattle of keys which Manon took from a drawer, and he saw her light the candle in a large brass candlestick.
Auguste, my child, you ought for my sake, to kiss the print of your grandfather's footsteps." The young man raised his beautiful moist eyes to his mother, and the look he gave her, full of a long-repressed compassion, was a poem. Godefroid rose, took the lad's hand, and pressed it. "God has placed two angels beside you, madame," he said. "Yes, I know that.
The old man rose, and grasping Godefroid's hand, drew him to a corner of the room beside the fireplace. "Ah! what a night I shall pass! a definitive decision! My daughter cured or doomed!" "Courage!" said Godefroid; "after tea come out with me." "My child, my child, don't play any more," said the old man; "you will bring on an attack; such a strain upon your strength must end in reaction."
Is that living?" "Cease!" cried Godefroid; "I cannot see you or hear you any further! My reason wanders, my eyes are dim. You light a fire within me which consumes me." "And yet I must go on!" said the senior, waving his hand with a strange gesture that worked on the youth like a spell.
"Sing that national air your poor mother used to sing; Monsieur Godefroid wants to hear it; I have told him about your voice," said the old man, endeavoring to distract her mind from the current of such thoughts. Vanda began, in a low and tender voice, to sing a Polish song which held Godefroid dumb with admiration and also with sadness.
Godefroid put out his hand to take that of his hostess, who gave it to him, guessing his intentions. He carried it respectfully to his lips. Madame de la Chanterie's hand was exquisitely beautiful, without a wrinkle; neither fat nor thin; white enough to be the envy of all young women, and shapely enough for the model of a sculptor.
"As we may incur reproach for following on the heels of portrait painters, auctioneers, and fashionable dressmakers, I will not inflict any description upon you of her in whom Godefroid recognized the female of his species.
"About conveying her?" "Bah! she'll seem to be dying, but she won't die. There's life enough in her to last a hundred years, when the disease is out of her system. Come, Jacques, drive on! quick, rue de Monsieur! quick!" he said to his man. Godefroid was left on the boulevard gazing stupidly after the cabriolet.
'If you will take my advice, Godefroid, added he, 'instead of squandering the money like a fool, as so many young men do, let it go in follies that will be useful to you afterwards. Take an attache's post at Turin, and then go to Naples, and from Naples to London, and you will be amused and learn something for your money.
"But you, poor child," he went on, looking at Godefroid, whose cheeks were beaded with glittering tears, "have you, like me, studied life from blood-stained pages? What can you have to weep for, at your age?" "Alas!" said Godefroid, "I regret a land more beautiful than any land on earth a land I never saw and yet remember. Oh, if I could but cleave the air on beating wings, I would fly "
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