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When he came in and saw her with her arms around both children at once, holding the locket in her hands, and laughing and crying both together, he, too, was bewildered. "What in the world is the matter, Julie?" he cried. For answer, she pointed to the face in the locket. "Leonie! Leonie!" she cried. "They are my own sister's children! Surely the hand of God is in this!"
Léonie I., or the Conscious Personality, is in possession normally, but is constantly being ousted by Léonie II., or the Subconscious Personality. It is the old, old case of the wife trying to wear the breeches. But there is a fresh terror beyond. For behind both Léonie I. and Léonie II. stands the mysterious Léonie III.
Some melancholy forebodings of a military kind, expressed cautiously, would have been pronounced as nothing short of high treason by Colonel Feraud. But Leonie, the sister of Colonel D'Hubert, read them with profound satisfaction, and, folding the letter thoughtfully, remarked to herself that "Armand was likely to prove eventually a sensible fellow."
But there was nothing mysterious about the arrangements of the match which Madame Leonie had promoted. There was nothing peculiar, either. General D'Hubert was not the man to be satisfied merely with the woman and the fortune when it came to the point.
Although he at once put his hand into water, wherever the bromine had touched it a blister was formed in a few seconds a blister which one could not better describe than by saying, "the skin puffed up." I need not say that Léonie had not left my house, nor seen anyone from my laboratory. Of this I am absolutely certain, and I am certain that I had not mentioned the incident of the burn to anyone.
For a full hour he watched the windows. "Look!" said Leonie. "He has an eyeglass. Oh, he is very chic. He is waiting for Augustine." But Augustine sharply answered that she did not like the old man. "You make a great mistake then," said Mme Lerat with her equivocal smile. Nana listened to the conversation which followed reveling in indecency as much at home in it as a fish is in water.
"How long will he be?" "Perhaps half an hour." "It is already past midnight." "Léonie, he goes to-morrow." "Très bien. Mais sais-tu, ma chère, ce n'est pas convenable, ce que tu fais l
He reflected that from the time she was sixteen, when he went away to garrison life in Strasburg, he had had but two short glimpses of her. They had been great friends and confidants; and now they were going to give her away to a man whom he did not know a very worthy fellow, no doubt, but not half good enough for her. He would never see his old Léonie again.
The workwomen ate their breakfast on their knees; they were in no hurry, either, to return to their work, when suddenly Leonie uttered a low hiss, and like magic each girl was busy. Mme Titreville entered the room and again made her rounds. Mme Lerat did not allow her niece after this day to set foot on the street without her.
Ah, Léonie, tu vas en faire de nouveau, n'est-ce pas, pour ce monsieur?" A little woman in black, with a shawl over her shoulders, had just glided into the room. She had a small, wrinkled face, bright eyes, and a much-flattened nose. "Tout de suite, monsieur," she said, quickly, and disappeared with the teapot.
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