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Updated: May 10, 2025
"You will please express my regret to her that I have not seen her, and my thanks for her having been so charmingly replaced." He thereupon kissed Madame Guerard's hand, and she coloured slightly. This conversation remained engraved on my mind.
I was destined to act in this way, I thought. I went downstairs again. The door was still ajar. With Caroline's help I carried the empty trunk up to Madame Guerard's, and Caroline emptied my wardrobe and drawers, and then packed the trunk. I shall never forget that delightful moment. It seemed to me as though the world was about to be mine. I was going to start off with a woman to wait on me.
My godfather, whom I had once for all requested to mind his own business, no longer dared to attack me openly; but he influenced my mother against me. There was no longer any peace for me except at Madame Guerard's so I was constantly with her. I enjoyed helping her in her domestic affairs. She taught me to make cakes, chocolate, and scrambled eggs.
I did not laugh any more, though, for this reminded me of how my own hair had been uncurled, and it was thanks to that I had not won the first prize for tragedy. On reaching home we found my mother, my aunt, my godfather, our old friend Meydieu, Madame Guerard's husband, and my sister Jeanne with her hair all curled.
She then closed her window, and ten minutes later Caroline was tapping at the door. Madame Guerard had sunk down aghast in an arm-chair. M. Guerard had asked several times from his bedroom what was going on. "Sarah is here," his wife had replied. "I will tell you later on." Caroline did dressmaking by the day at Madame Guerard's, and she had offered her services to me as lady's maid.
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