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Updated: May 25, 2025
A low "Hush!" ran round the room, the voices died away, and a stolid look of annoyance crept into every face. Only the fans could be heard rustling through the heated atmosphere. Madame de Guiraud's sister sang, but Helene never listened. Her eyes were now riveted on Malignon, who feigned an intense love of music, and appeared to be enraptured with the "Turtle Doves." Was it possible?
"Well, well!" muttered Mademoiselle Aurelie; "it will be pleasant if Madame de Guiraud's sister favors us with a song. It will be the tenth time I have heard her sing the 'Turtle-Doves. That is her stock song this winter. You know that she is separated from her husband. Do you see that dark gentleman down there, near the door? They are most intimate together, I believe.
The rehearsal was drawing to a close. Juliette, who was still reading Chavigny's part, had just caught hold of Madame de Guiraud's hand. "Ernestine, I adore you!" she exclaimed with an outburst of passionate earnestness. "Then Madame de Blainville is no longer beloved by you?" inquired Madame de Guiraud. However, so long as her husband was present Juliette declined to proceed.
Madame Berthier's head was now reclining on Madame de Guiraud's shoulder, and she was declaring through her sobs: "'I am sure that he loves her; I am sure of it!" "Your success will be immense," said Juliette. "Say that once more: 'I am sure that he loves her; I am sure of it. Leave your head as it is. You're divine. Now, Madame de Guiraud, your turn."
Juliette is compelled to have him here, for otherwise she wouldn't come!" "Indeed!" exclaimed Helene. Madame Deberle was bustling about from one group to another, requesting silence for a song from Madame de Guiraud's sister.
But on little Mademoiselle Guiraud's entry the whispering voices rose to a higher key; the others laughed and crowded round to see her and kiss her. She was like some white turtle-dove with its downy feathers ruffled. Wrapped in rustling gauze, she looked as round as a barrel, but still no heavier than a bird. Her mother even could not find her hands.
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