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Yet I was right, and everything that I expected has come to pass." "But, unhappy child, wait for the end!" Hubertine now thought of the past, and was angry with herself, as she now reflected, more bitterly than ever before, that Angelique had been brought up in such ignorance.
"These ladies," continued Felicien, "wish to make the present on the occasion of the Procession of the Miracle, and naturally I thought it my duty to choose Saint Agnes." "The idea was a most excellent one," interposed Hubert. And Hubertine added, in her turn: "Monseigneur will be deeply gratified."
His eyes were filled with tears from his sympathy with her, as they were both of that excessively sensitive nature that at the least breath they were carried away by their imaginations. "Ah! my poor darling, why did you not consult me? I would willingly have accompanied you, and perhaps I might have persuaded Monseigneur to yield to your prayers." With a look Hubertine stopped him.
On the day of the rinsing, Angelique was quite alone. The mere Gabet, suffering from a sudden, severe attack of sciatica, had not been able to come as usual, and Hubertine was kept at home by other household cares.
At length they deferred the wedding-day, thinking it better to wait for her complete recovery, which must certainly come if she were well nursed and cared for. Every afternoon Felicien went up to see her. Hubert and Hubertine were there, and they passed together most delightful hours, during which they continually made and re-made the same bright projects.
At twenty years of age he had fallen in love with a young girl of sixteen, Hubertine, and so deep was their affection for each other, that when her mother, widow of a magistrate, refused to give her consent to their union, they ran away together and were married. She was remarkably beautiful, and that was their whole romance, their joy, and their misfortune.
Her little, slender hands had no more strength, and when she broke a needle she could not draw it from the work with the pincers. One morning, when Hubert and Hubertine had been obliged to go out, and had left her alone at her work, the embroiderer, coming back first, had found her on the floor near the frame, where she had fallen from her chair after having fainted away.
"But," said Angelique, "Monseigneur has been married, and has not he a son at least twenty years of age?" Hubertine had taken up the shears to remodel one of the pieces of vellum. "Yes," she replied, "the Abbot Cornille told me the whole story, and it is a very sad history.
She was convinced in her own mind that everything would come to pass, eventually, as she wished it might. Nothing could weaken her happy conviction. "Mother," she added, "why do you not believe me, since I assure you it must be as I say?" Hubertine shrugged her shoulders, and concluded the best thing for her to do was to tease her. "But I thought, my child, that you never intended being married.
She, however, seemed feverishly nervous, and insisted that the ceremony should take place immediately yes, as soon as possible. Hubertine, surprised at the request, having a suspicion as to the true motive of this eagerness, looked at her earnestly for a moment, and turned very pale as she realised how slight was the cold breath which still attached her daughter to life.
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