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Updated: June 29, 2025
"Come, quick, dear grandpapa, we are in a great hurry." Although M. de Chandore was literally worshipping his grandchild on his knees, and had transferred all his hopes and his affections to her who alone survived of his large family, he had still had his thoughts when he went up stairs to take from his money-box so large a sum of money.
"Oh, I have such good news to tell you! Grandpapa is so good and kind, and grampa is going to live with us, and you are to come up, too, and James is to go to school. Isn't it all splendid?" "What are you talking about, Aggie?" Mrs. Walsham asked, bewildered, as the child poured out her news. "Aggie is too fast, madam," the squire said, entering the room accompanied by the sergeant.
King close behind; "I am going away with Grandpapa for a day or two," and she came up in her traveling hat and gown close to his chair. "So I heard," said Pickering, lifting his pale face, and trying to seem glad, for Polly's joy was bubbling over. But he made rather a poor show of it. "Good-by to you, my boy," said Mr. King, laying a soft palm over the thin fingers on Pickering's knee.
"How soberly you say it, grandpapa," cried Marietta, springing up and drawing her little slender figure to its full height, as she said, with an assumption of great dignity: "For the past five months a member of the renowned and worshipful Ducal Court theatre, a person in a responsible position and worthy of all honor. Hats off, gentlemen!" A member of the Court theatre company!
"Her hand!" exclaimed every one. "Oh, gentlemen, you see it is all useless, and that my father's mind is really impaired," said Villefort. "Ah," cried Valentine suddenly, "I understand. It is my marriage you mean, is it not, dear grandpapa?" "Yes, yes, yes," signed the paralytic, casting on Valentine a look of joyful gratitude for having guessed his meaning.
Oh, why doesn't that Sarah hurry!" when in walked that individual with a big tray, and on it everything that a hungry child could be supposed to desire. But Phronsie had no eyes for anything but the glass of milk. "Oh, Grandpapa," she piped out at sight of it, "Sarah's got me some milk," and she gave a happy little crow.
"Insufferable!" repeated Mrs. Chatterton between her teeth, "to mix me up with that chit!" "Yes, I do," said Phronsie decidedly, "I do, Grandpapa. Now I know she hasn't any little girls if she had little girls, she wouldn't say such very unnice things; I want the poor lady to stay with me." Mrs. Chatterton turned and went abruptly off to the door, hesitated, and looked back.
'This woman has attempted her husband's life; but she had been your mistress, and you are her accomplice. "That is the situation, gentlemen!" M. Magloire had stripped it of all unnecessary comments, of idle conjecture, and all sentimental phraseology, and placed it before them as it had to be looked at, in all its fearful simplicity. Grandpapa Chandore was terrified.
Grandpapa answered, and Beatrice was glad he did so, that such considerations were as nothing when weighed in the scale against Frederick's life; she was silenced, but unconvinced, and unhappy till her son Geoffrey, coming down late to breakfast, greatly comforted her by letting her make him some fresh toast with her own hands, and persuading her that it would be greatly in favour of Philip's practice that his opinion should be confirmed by an authority of note.
"Oh! yes, yes, yes," cried Polly, in a rapturous shout, not taking her glowing eyes off from his face. "Take care, you'll scare the natives," warned old Mr. King, beaming at her. "Brierly folks couldn't have any such transports, Polly," as they turned down a shady lane and ambled by a quiet farmhouse. "Well, they ought to," replied Polly merrily, peering out at the still, big house. "O, Grandpapa!
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