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"How long do you expect to remain among us, Monsieur l'Abbe?" suddenly inquired a courteous voice, with a clear but gentle ring. It was Monsignor Nani, who, seated in the gloom, thus raised his voice for the first time.
"Ah! very good, very good, Monsieur l'Abbe Froment. His Eminence will condescend to receive you, but you must wait, you must wait." Then, with his silent rolling walk, he returned to the second ante-room, where he usually stationed himself.
Cuvier, the celebrated naturalist, was singularly careful of his time, and did not like those who entered his house to deprive him of it. "I know," said he, "that Monsieur l'Abbé Hauy comes to see me; our conversation is an exchange; but I do not want a man to come and tell me whether it is hot or cold, raining or sunshine.
"And as we are speaking of this, Monseigneur," said she, "I would even ask you to give me some advice. . . . I shall need somebody to help me, and I thought of securing the services of a priest whom I much admire, Monsieur l'Abbe Pierre Froment."
And, as he still left the door open, it was she who, in her desire to confide her sorrow and her sin to him, begged that he would close it. "Oh! I pray you, Monsieur l'Abbe," said she, "do not judge me too harshly." He made a gesture as though to reply that he did not allow himself the right to pass judgment upon her.
"Do you think God concerns himself with such trifles?" "If he did not see the worlds in all their details at a glance, as you take a landscape into your eye, he would not be God." "Monsieur l'abbe, will you give me your word of honor that you have had these facts from my uncle?" "Your uncle has appeared three times to Ursula and has told them and repeated them to her.
"What do you intend to do?" asked the priest. "What do you wish me to do, Monsieur l'abbé?" she murmured. "Throw yourself in the way as an obstacle to this guilty love," he answered, violently.
He opened it with a trembling hand. That strange intuition of the heart which is named presentiment, told him that it came from Suzanne. Pale with emotion he read: "MONSIEUR L'ABBÉ, "I do not wish the day to pass without coming to ask your pardon for my father's conduct towards you, and assure you that he does not think a single one of his wicked words.
And tears rising, despite all his efforts, to his vague, blue, glowing eyes he caught hold of his daughter Celine, kissed her violently, distractedly, and then went off, with his bag under his arm, followed by his young companion. "Celine," resumed Madame Theodore, "give Monsieur l'Abbe your pencil, and, see, monsieur, seat yourself here, it will be better for writing."
One day when Pierre came back from seeing the great modern cemetery, the Campo Verano, he found Celia, as well as Benedetta, by the side of Dario's bed. "What, Monsieur l'Abbe!" exclaimed the little Princess when she learnt where he had been; "it amuses you to visit the dead?"
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