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In decorating this house, which Crevel regarded as his own, Grindot had tried to compete with Cleretti, in whose hands the Duc d'Herouville had placed Josepha's villa. But Crevel, incapable of understanding art, had, like all sordid souls, wanted to spend a certain sum fixed beforehand. Grindot, fettered by a contract, had found it impossible to embody his architectural dream.
He rushed off to Josepha's lodgings in the Rue Chauchat; for, like all the singers, she lived close at hand. "Whom do you want, sir?" asked the porter, to the Baron's great astonishment. "Have you forgotten me?" said Hulot, much puzzled. "On the contrary, sir, it is because I have the honor to remember you that I ask you, Where are you going?" A mortal chill fell upon the Baron.
The Baroness, shown into Josepha's handsome drawing-room, did not note how long she was kept waiting there, though it was a long half hour. This room, entirely redecorated even since Josepha had had the house, was hung with silk in purple and gold color.
Was Josepha's visit to the chapel-vault the cause of her death?" "No, your majesty," said the physician gravely. "In THIS SENSE you were not guilty of her highness's death; for the body, in smallpox, is infected long before it shows itself on the surface. Had her highness received the infection in the crypts of the chapel, she would be still living.
If she is true to her God and to her spouse, I must be content, even though, as a woman, Josepha's life will be a blank." "And this alliance," said Kaunitz, still pursuing the object for which he was contending, "this marriage is the result of one letter to Farinelli. Your majesty once condescended to write to La Pompadour.
Even by the dim bedside light the Architect's wife could glimpse their fragile loveliness. She protested faintly, "You shouldn't give them away they're so old they're sacred." "I know they are but I want her to have them. They were Josepha's first clothes, I found that out from Mademoiselle D'Ormy." "I mustn't take them " Felicia laughed softly.
"Come in, old boy, I am alone, as it happens, and my people don't know you. Send away your trap. Is it paid for?" "Yes," said the Baron, getting out with the help of Josepha's arm. "You may call yourself my father if you like," said the singer, moved to pity. She made Hulot sit down in the splendid drawing-room where he had last seen her.
"Well, my daughter!" cried Maria Theresa, surprised at Josepha's silence. "Why do you linger? Go go, child, and recalling the sins of your life, beg pardon of God, and the blessing of your deceased father." "Give me that blessing yourself, dear mother," faltered the princess, clasping her hands, and looking imploringly at the empress. "My father's spirit is here, it is not in that fearful vault."
"It shall not be severe, my daughter," said the empress, whose kind heart was completely overcome by Josepha's humility "I, for my part, forgive you; you are already sufficiently punished." "I thank your majesty," returned Josepha, kissing her outstretched hand. "It is easy for one so magnanimous, to pardon the guilty; but my husband, will he also forgive me?"
Suddenly she uttered a cry, and opened her arms. "He comes! he comes!" cried she; and her dying eyes unclosed with a ray of joy. Yes, he came he, whom she had so longed to see. When Van Swieten told him that the empress had gone to Josepha's room, he started from his seat, and hurried through the corridor with such wild speed that the physician had been unable to follow him.
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