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"Dear Adeline," replied the Baron, coming in and seating his wife by his side on a couch, "you are the saintliest creature I ever knew; I have long known myself to be unworthy of you." "You would have very little to do, my dear," said she, holding Hulot's hand and trembling so violently that it was as though she had a palsy, "very little to set things in order "
Crevel went on, taking Madame Hulot's hands in his own and patting them. "Why do you apply to me for two hundred thousand francs? What do you want with them? Whom are they for?" "Do not," said she, "insist on any explanations. Give me the money! You will save three lives and the honor of our children."
Mademoiselle, you are not eating," said the sailor to Francine, seeming busy with the guests. But Hulot's astonishment and Mademoiselle de Verneuil's close observation had something too dangerously serious about them to be ignored. "What is it, citizen?" said the young man, abruptly; "do you know me?" "Perhaps I do," replied the Republican. "You are right; I remember you at the School."
She does not know the marquis's writing. Yes, I can set a trap into which her nature will drive her headlong. But I must first see Hulot." Mademoiselle de Verneuil and Francine were deliberating on the means of saving the marquis from the more than doubtful generosity of Corentin and Hulot's bayonets. "I could go and warn him," said the Breton girl.
This silence, a proof either of respect or contempt, as the case might be; the quantity of baggage belonging to the lady, whom the commandant sneeringly called "the princess"; everything, even to the clothes of her attendant squire, stirred Hulot's bile. The dress of the unknown man was a good specimen of the fashions of the day then being caricatured as "incroyable," unbelievable, unless seen.
He went at once to the guard-room at the Porte Saint-Leonard, where he found the commandant fully dressed and sound asleep on a camp bed. "Let him alone," said Beau-Pied, roughly, "he has only just lain down." "The Chouans are here!" cried Corentin, in Hulot's ear. "Impossible! but so much the better," cried the old soldier, still half asleep; "then he can fight."
"Lisbeth?" said Madame Hulot, at last understanding the end of all this, though unable to guess the means. "I could give proof of my skill by making a bust of the Baroness," added Wenceslas. The artist, struck by Madame Hulot's beauty, was comparing the mother and daughter. "Indeed, monsieur, life may smile upon you," said the Baron, quite charmed by Count Steinbock's refined and elegant manner.
Madame Hulot's eye fell on a print of the group of "Delilah" by Count Steinbock, under which were the words, "The property of Madame Marneffe." The very first lines of the article, signed V., showed the talent and friendliness of Claude Vignon. "Poor child!" said the Baroness.
She took Madame Hulot's hand and before the lady could do anything to hinder her, she kissed it respectfully, even humbling herself to bend one knee. Then she rose, as proud as when she stood on the stage in the part of Mathilde, and rang the bell. "Go on horseback," said she to the man-servant, "and kill the horse if you must, to find little Bijou, Rue Saint-Maur-du-Temple, and bring her here.
I have not said a word not I!" At this heart-wrung speech the children fell at their father's feet. "We all love you," said Hortense. Lisbeth, as rigid as a statue, watched the group with a superior smile on her lips. Just then Marshal Hulot's voice was heard in the anteroom. The family all felt the importance of secrecy, and the scene suddenly changed.
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