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"Virtue and morality require that the Church, representing God, and the Mayor, representing the law, should consecrate your marriage," Madame Hulot went on. "Look at madame; she is legally married " "Will it make it more amusing?" asked the girl. "You will be happier," said the Baroness, "for no one could then blame you. You would satisfy God!
Marneffe, who hoped to get Coquet's place, was to entertain him and the virtuous Madame Coquet, and Valerie hoped to persuade Hulot, that very evening, to consider the head-clerk's resignation. Lisbeth dressed to go to the Baroness, with whom she was to dine. "You will come back in time to make tea for us, my Betty?" said Valerie. "I hope so." "You hope so why?
Monsieur Hulot junior was in every respect the young Frenchman, as he has been moulded by the Revolution of 1830; his mind infatuated with politics, respectful of his own hopes, and concealing them under an affectation of gravity, very envious of successful men, making sententiousness do the duty of witty rejoinders the gems of the French language with a high sense of importance, and mistaking arrogance for dignity.
"She is an angel." "It is because my good old boy is afraid of being caught by Samanon. He is hiding, and I wish he could be free " "Why?" "On! then he would take me to Bobino, perhaps to the Ambigu." "What a delightful creature!" said the Baroness, kissing the girl. "Are you rich?" asked Atala, who was fingering the Baroness' lace ruffles. "Yes, and No," replied Madame Hulot.
Madame Olivier told the Baron that she had gone to his wife's house, thinking that she would find him there. "Poor thing! I should never have expected her to be so sharp as she was this morning," thought Hulot, recalling Lisbeth's behavior as he made his way from the Rue Vanneau to the Rue Plumet.
The newcomer, far from reminding us of butcher's bills, will rescue us from want." "Valerie," replied Marneffe, assuming an attitude like Crevel, "I hope that Monsieur le Baron Hulot will take proper charge of his son, and not lay the burden on a poor clerk. I intend to keep him well up to the mark. So take the necessary steps, madame!
"Listen, Monsieur Crevel," said the Baroness, too anxious to be able to laugh, "you are fifty ten years younger than Monsieur Hulot, I know; but at my age a woman's follies ought to be justified by beauty, youth, fame, superior merit some one of the splendid qualities which can dazzle us to the point of making us forget all else even at our age.
"I contrived to let the Opposition papers believe that they were letting out our secrets." "Unfortunately, it is all in vain," replied the Minister, watching Hulot as he left the room. "I have just gone through a leave-taking that has been a great grief to me. For, indeed, Marshal Hulot has not three days to live; I saw that plainly enough yesterday.
This confession from an old man young in feeling, this frightful and heart-rending narrative, while it filled Adeline with pity, also gave her the greatest joy; she thanked Heaven for this last catastrophe, for in fancy she saw the husband settled at last in the bosom of his family. "Lisbeth was right," said Madame Hulot gently and without any useless recrimination, "she told us how it would be."
Thus the Baron had hinted at the greater freedom his daughter's marriage would allow him, in reply to the tender Valerie, who more than once had exclaimed: "I cannot imagine how a woman can go wrong for a man who is not wholly hers." And a thousand times already the Baron had declared that for five-and-twenty years all had been at an end between Madame Hulot and himself.
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