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She lowered her head, and as he stammered: "Answer me, I implore you!" she raised her eyes to his timidly, and he read his answer there. The baron, one morning, entered Jeanne's room before she was up, and sitting down at the foot of her bed, said: "M. le Vicomte de Lamare has asked us for your hand in marriage." She wanted to hide her face under the sheets.
By the time dessert was placed on the table he had begun telling funny stories, with the laisser-aller of a man who had had a good dinner in congenial society. All at once, as though a good idea had just occurred to him, he exclaimed: "Oh, I have a new parishioner I must introduce to you, M. le Vicomte de Lamare."
Jeanne clasped her hands together; "Oh, papa! If only you would!" The baron turned to M. de Lamare. "Will you go, vicomte? We could have lunch over there." And the excursion was planned for the following day. The next morning Jeanne was up at daybreak.
She said, as she held out a piece of money: "Would you go up and tell M. Paul de Lamare that an old lady, a friend of his mother's, is downstairs, and wishes to see him?" "He does not live here any longer, madame," replied the janitor. A shudder went over her. She faltered: "Oh! Where where is he living now?" "I do not know."
Jeanne, much surprised, went downstairs. A pale, pretty young woman with a sad face, dreamy eyes, and lustreless, fair hair, looking as though the sunlight had never kissed it, quietly introduced her husband, a kind of giant, or ogre with a large red mustache. She added: "We have several times had the pleasure of meeting M. de Lamare.
Then she slowly raised her eyes to his, and in that look he read her answer. The baron went into Jeanne's room before she was up one morning soon after the christening of the boat, and sat down at the foot of the bed. "M. le Vicomte de Lamare has proposed for you," he said. Jeanne would have liked to hide her head under the bed-clothes.
Her head was bent over her work, and her fingers were trembling as if she were very tired. "It is time to go to bed, aunt," said Jeanne, approaching her. Her aunt turned her head, and her eyes were red as if she had been crying. The young people did not notice it; but suddenly M. de Lamare perceived that Jeanne's thin shoes were covered with dew.
I am convinced that you would give your consent at once, if you knew her; I assure you she is very lady-like and quiet, and I know you would like her. As for me, I could not live without her. "I shall await your reply with every impatience, dear mother. We both send you much love. Your son, "Vicomte Paul de Lamare." Jeanne was thunderstruck.
Jeanne and the baron were about to set out for Paris to try and make a last effort, when they received a line to say that he was in London again, setting an enterprise on foot in connection with steamboats under the name of "Paul de Lamare & Co." He wrote: "This will give me an assured fortune, and perhaps great wealth, and I am risking nothing. You can see at once what a splendid thing it is.
"Oh, there are very good families around here," answered M. de Lamare, in the same tone as he would have said that there were not many rabbits on the hills, and he entered into details about them.
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