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Updated: June 12, 2025
I thought he could not find much evil to his hand; but it seems, like Satan's darling, as he is, he made evil. For the girl was perfectly correct until he met her, and there was not the slightest suspicion of any wrong-doing until, one morning, less than a fortnight ago, when old Peter arose, he found she had gone. He ran at once to my house, having had, I fancy, some latent fear of Jacques Haret.
Nothing that he had yet said or done had made me feel so like a stranger to him to Gaston Cheverny, with whom I had lived in the closest intimacy for seven years as his attitude on the subject of this rascally Jacques Haret. I could but study his countenance, which was always vivid and full of expression.
"Jacques Haret says that because Madame Riano always ruled her father, her husband, her confessor, her lawyers, and her doctors, she thinks to rule this girl by mere precept; but Francezka has the spirit of a fiery Scot and a hot Spaniard in her, and no one can rule her except by gentleness and persuasion. Then she is a lamb." He then told me all about the château of Capello in Brabant.
If I had been surprised at his patience with Jacques Haret's impertinence an hour ago, I now saw that it was not so long suffering as I had thought, for Gaston, sitting in the coach and holding the door open, was swearing at Jacques Haret with a concentration of rage I had never seen excelled in any human being before.
Something, I know not what, excited suspicion of this man in my mind I could but wonder what he was doing there. He had a hang-dog countenance, and was almost as ugly as I. Presently, whom should I see bustling about, and evidently the manager of the enterprise, but Jacques Haret!
"And are you willing to do penance for it?" Lisa inclined her head, and trembled. "Your sin has been very great. Your behavior no doubt was light, such as to encourage Jacques Haret or any other evil man." Lisa raised her eyes to the bishop's face, and said gently: "Sir, I can not say that. However wicked I was, at least I was not wicked in that way."
He had a way of sharpening his wit on Count Saxe, behind Count Saxe's back and besides, Mademoiselle Lecouvreur liked him too well. But that was because he wrote the part of Mariamne for her. Nevertheless, I did not make the mistake of belittling him. Jacques Haret, who knew everybody in Paris, recognized the pair as they entered the garden.
I think he was amused by their silence, and it became a kind of duel between him and them to find out who they were, and it was not without interest to Gaston Cheverny. Jacques Haret, I was convinced, already knew them.
The bishop dropped back in his chair. What problems were these parish affairs anyway! Here was a girl, persisting in saying she had been happy in guilt, when the bishop knew or thought he knew that all sinners were miserable! "But at least you are not happy now?" "No, sir." "And why?" "Because," replied poor Lisa, with the utmost simplicity, "I can never see Monsieur Jacques Haret again."
The old stone house, of a story and a half, was plain, but spacious. Within it was an abundance of good furniture, linen and plate. Unlike most bachelors' houses, there was no need to apologize for anything. At the Manoir Cheverny, therefore, Gaston Cheverny took up his abode, with his brother and Jacques Haret as guests.
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