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The baron again went to Havre to make inquiries, saw some lawyers, some business men, some solicitors and bailiffs and found that the liabilities of the De Lamare concern were two hundred and thirty-five thousand francs, and he once more mortgaged some property. The chateau of "The Poplars" and the two farms and all that went with them were mortgaged for a large sum.
Jeanne, to present to you your neighbor, M. le Vicomte de Lamare." The vicomte said he had long desired to make their acquaintance, and began to converse in a well-bred manner. He had a face of which women dream and that men dislike.
So I wish you would be kind enough to advance me fifteen thousand francs of papa's fortune, for I shall soon be of age. This will help me out of very serious difficulties. "Good-by, my dear mamma. I embrace you with all my heart, and also grandfather and Aunt Lison. I hope to see you soon. "Your son, "Vicomte Paul de Lamare." He had written to her! He had not forgotten her then.
"If you knew her you would at once give your consent. I can assure you that she is perfect and very distingue. You will love her, I am sure. As for me, I could not live without her. "I shall expect your reply with impatience, my dear mother, and we both embrace you with all our heart. "Your son, "Vicomte Paul de Lamare." Jeanne was crushed.
When the fair-haired woman had introduced the big man as her husband, she said: "M. de Lamare, whom we have met several times, has told us how unwell you are, so we thought we would not put off coming to see you any longer.
The baroness, who had all the heraldy of the province at her finger ends, asked: "Does he belong to the family of Lamare de l'Eure?" The priest bowed: "Yes, madame; he is the son of the Vicomte Jean de Lamare, who died last year."
M. de Lamare expatiated on the picturesqueness of the country and from time to time, as if by chance, his eyes met those of Jeanne, and she felt a strange sensation at the quickly averted glance which betrayed tender admiration and an awakened sympathy.
The Vicomte de Lamare appeared on the scene, his trousers were strapped down under his dainty boots of patent leather, which made his feet appear smaller. His long frock coat, tight at the waist line, was open at the bosom showing the lace of his ruffle, and a fine neckcloth wound several times round his neck obliged him to hold erect his handsome brown head, with its air of serious distinction.
Toward dessert he became quite merry, with the gaiety that follows a pleasant meal, and as if struck by an idea he said: "I have a new parishioner whom I must present to you, Monsieur le Vicomte de Lamare." The baroness, who was at home in heraldry, inquired if he was of the family of Lamares of Eure. The priest answered, "Yes, madame, he is the son of Vicomte Jean de Lamare, who died last year."
"Vicomte Paul de Lamare." Then he had not forgotten her, for he had written to her! She did not stop to think that it was simply to ask her for money; he had not any and some should be sent him; what did money matter? He had written to her! She ran to show the letter to the baron, the tears streaming from her eyes.
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