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Updated: June 24, 2025
Then there was a certificate of her baptism, signed by the chaplain of the Asylum for Abandoned Children; also that of the physician on the arrival and on the departure of the infant. The monthly accounts, paid in quarterly installments, filled farther on the columns of four pages, and each time there was the illegible signature of the receiver or collector. "What! Nevers!" asked Hubertine.
Angelique continued to look at him. He raised his arms, and held them out, wide open. She was not at all afraid, but smiled sweetly. It was a great affair for the whole household when, every three months, Hubertine prepared the "lye" for the wash.
"I promise to do nothing to bring about a meeting with him, and to take no steps towards our marriage." Hubertine, touched to the heart, pressed the young girl most affectionately in her arms as she thanked her for her obedience. Oh! what a dreadful thing it was, when wishing to do good to the child she so tenderly loved, she was forced to make her suffer so intensely.
"But mother, mother, what are you saying? Do you wish to punish me by teasing me? It is a very simple matter. This evening Felicien is to talk of it with his father. To-morrow he will come to arrange everything with you." Could it be true that she believed all this? Hubertine was distressed, and knew not what to do.
Hubertine, who had not stirred at all, was amused, but simply smiled without saying anything. At first she had been rather disturbed by the constant attentions of the young man, and had talked the matter over thoroughly with Hubert one evening in their room.
Then Hubert, who had also come out, and was standing near the threshold, took the bread from his wife, and said: "Take her up and bring her into the house." Hubertine did not reply, but, stooping, lifted her in her strong arms.
Hubertine merely smiled now, having made a similar remark many days before, and she was surprised and grieved when she heard Angelique reply in a harsh, disagreeable tone of voice, like that she sometimes had in her fits of obstinacy years ago: "My beautiful eyes! Why will you make fun of me in that way? I know as well as you do that I am very ugly."
Hubertine replied that Monseigneur must belong to the younger branch of the family, as the elder branch had been extinct for a very long time. It was, indeed, a most singular return, as for centuries the Marquesses of Hautecoeur and the clergy of Beaumont had been hostile to each other.
Hubert and Hubertine, still kneeling side by side, no longer prayed, but, with their eyes fixed upon their darling, gazed so earnestly that they both seemed motionless for ever, like the figures of the donataires who await the Resurrection in a corner of an old painted glass window.
From everything around her, from her own soul, from inanimate objects, from past recollections, her cry seemed repeated. Hubertine, quite overcome, said in a whisper, "This young man is the son of Monseigneur?" Around these two the crowd had gradually accumulated.
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