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"But I am not prepared to make a choice." "Bah! if I were in your place, I should take Monsieur du Bousquier." "Josette, Monsieur de Valois says he is so republican." "They don't know what they say, your gentlemen: sometimes they declare that he robbed the republic; he couldn't love it if he did that," said Josette, departing.
If we had to give him breakfast, where should we be with nothing in the house?" Mariette turned back to Penelope in a lather, and looked at Jacquelin as if she would say, "Mademoiselle has put her hand on a husband /this/ time." "Now, Josette," continued the old maid, "let us see where we had better put Monsieur de Troisville to sleep." How many ideas in those few words!
Mademoiselle Cormon's absence allowed the ladies present to discuss the tragi-comic scene embellished, extended, historified, embroidered, wreathed, colored, and adorned which had just taken place, and which, on the morrow, was destined to occupy all Alencon. "That good Monsieur du Bousquier! how well he carried you!" said Josette to her mistress.
All these persons knew each other so well, and their habits and ways were so familiarly patriarchal, that if by chance the old Abbe de Sponde was lying down, or Mademoiselle Cormon was in her chamber, neither Josette, the maid, nor Jacquelin, the man-servant, nor Mariette, the cook, informed them.
Penelope at a full gallop was observed by every one, and Jacquelin's grin, the early hour, the parcels stuffed into the carriole topsy-turvy, and the evident impatience of Mademoiselle Cormon were all noted. The property of the house of Troisville lay between Alencon and Mortagne. Josette knew the various branches of the family.
This from a mistress who carried her administration to the point of counting her fruits, and marking them so as to order their consumption according to the number and condition of each! "I believe I'm dreaming," thought Josette, as she saw her mistress flying down the staircase like an elephant to which God has given wings.
When I am at home I shall receive you both with the greatest of pleasure, but when Felicie is here alone with Josette and Martha, I need not tell you that she ought to see no one, not even an old friend or the most devoted of relatives. Under the circumstances in which we are placed, our conduct must be irreproachable. We are vowed to toil and solitude for a long, long time."
Josette, the old housekeeper, followed her master and stood before the bed, her hands on her hips. "It is a year to-day, Josette, since I received my dear wife's last sigh; I little knew then that I should stand here again to see the count half dead." "Poor man! he moans in his sleep," said Josette.
With what joy they said to each other: "No doubt, no doubt, it /was/ the hare!" "Mariette over-seasoned it," said mademoiselle. "I am always telling her to do so lightly for my uncle and for me; but Mariette has no more memory than " "The hare," said Josette. "Just so," replied Mademoiselle; "she has no more memory than a hare, a very just remark."
If we had to give him breakfast, where should we be with nothing in the house?" Mariette turned back to Penelope in a lather, and looked at Jacquelin as if she would say, "Mademoiselle has put her hand on a husband this time." "Now, Josette," continued the old maid, "let us see where we had better put Monsieur de Troisville to sleep." How many ideas in those few words!
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