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Updated: June 24, 2025
Angelique, having finished her rose, so fresh and natural that perfume seemed to be exhaled from it, looked again through the window into the sunny garden, and, as if in a reverie, she said in a low voice: "The son of Monseigneur!" Hubertine continued her story. "It seems that the young man is handsome as a god, and his father wished him to be educated for the priesthood.
Like a log! Never in my life did I feel better than now." But Hubertine, becoming anxious in her turn, proposed that they should take a little vacation, and said: "If you would like it, my child, we will shut up the house, and we will go, all three of us, to Paris for a while." "Oh! mother mine, of what are you thinking? What would become of all our orders for work?
He was never present at the moment of an occurrence, but always appeared to come from a reverie to the realisation of what passed about him. When the young man was pointed out to him, he did not recognise him at all. "Is it he? I think not. No, you must be mistaken; it is not he." Then Hubertine acknowledged that she was not quite sure.
He will go into a palace, where all the furniture will be of gold, encrusted in diamonds. Oh, it is all very simple!" "You are crazy; so do not talk any more," interrupted Hubertine, coldly. And seeing that the young girl was still excited, and ready to continue to indulge her fancies, she continued to reprove her. "I beg you to say no more, for you absolutely make me tremble. Unhappy child!
She expected him; she was not at all surprised to find him transformed into a prince; her heart simply was overflowing with joy. To the anxious look which he gave her, as of imploring forgiveness for his falsehood, she replied by a lovely smile. "But look!" exclaimed Hubertine, astonished at what she saw, "is not that the young man who came to our house about the mitre?"
I do not know of anyone else who has the delicacy of fingers and the clearness of eye necessary for it." Hubertine, who, since they had spoken of the style of the work, realised what a great undertaking it was, said, in a quiet, decided tone: "It would be utterly impossible to do it in a fortnight. It would need the patience and skill of a fairy to accomplish it."
And she listened attentively to what Hubertine thought best to tell her of what she had learned from the Abbe, keeping back only certain details of the life which was as yet an unknown thing to this innocent child. Since the return of his son to him Monseigneur's days had been full of trouble.
After every battle he remained crushed to earth, thoroughly conquered, and in a most pitiable state. "Evil? Ah, mother mine, if you knew how little I fear it! It is only necessary once to conquer it and afterwards life is all happiness." Hubertine appeared troubled and looked anxious.
Many times Hubertine had seen her kissing her hands with vehemence. She would often be in a fever of ecstasy before the little pictures of saints and of the Child Jesus, which she had collected; and one evening she was found in a half-fainting state, with her head upon the table, and her lips pressed to those of the images.
Moreover, Hubertine had found an unexpected aid in the book given by the Society for the Protection of Abandoned Children. Every three months, when the collector signed it, Angelique was very low-spirited for the rest of the day. If by chance she saw it when she went to the drawer for a ball of gold thread, her heart seemed pierced with agony.
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