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I answered with foolish warmth: "Please yourself; I don't care." Really I was very much annoyed, and I was rather cool with Lampron when we parted on the platform. What has come to the fellow? To refuse to show me a sketch he had made before my eyes, and a sketch of Jeanne, too! April 28th, 9 A.M.
Go, Monsieur, you will find your daughter great names, fat purses, gold lace, long beards, swelling waistbands, reputations, pretensions, justified or not, everything, in short, in which he is poor; but him you will never find again! That is all I have to tell you." Lampron had become animated and spoke with heat. There was the slightest flash of anger in his eyes.
"I wish I could oblige you, Monsieur Lampron; but if I made you a promise, I should not be able to keep it." "What a pity! All was so well arranged, too. The sketch was to have been hung with my two engravings. Poor Fabien! I was saving up a surprise for you. Come and look here." I went across. Sylvestre opened his portfolio. "Do you recognize it?" At once I recognized them.
And this charming Parisienne, whose presence I divined rather than saw, whom I dared not look in the face, who stepped along by her father's side, light of foot, her eyes seeking the vault of heaven, her ear attentive though her thoughts were elsewhere, catching her Parisian sunshade in the hawthorns of Desio, was Jeanne, Jeanne of the flower-market, Jeanne whom Lampron had sketched in the woods of St.
"Stay where you are," said Sylvestre; "it's a customer come for the background of an engraving. I'll be with you in two minutes. Come in!" As he was speaking he drew the curtain in front of me, and through the thin stuff I could see him going toward the door, which had just opened. "Monsieur Lampron?" "I am he, Monsieur." "You don't recognize me, Monsieur?" "No, Monsieur."
I divined that in his past, of which I knew but little, Lampron kept a sorrow buried that I had all unwittingly revived. "My friend," said I, "let that be; I come to wish you many happy returns." "Many happy returns? Ah, yes, my poor mother wished me that this morning; then I set to work and forgot all about it. I am glad you came.
I made a movement to follow him and bring him back. Madame Lampron stopped me. "I will go myself," said she, "later much later." We sat awhile in silence. When she saw me somewhat recovered from the shock of my feelings she went on: "You never have seen him like this, but I have seen it often. It is so hard! I knew her whom he loved almost as soon as he, for he never hid anything from me.
Each one says, "Don't you remember?" Each one seeks his nest like a home-coming swallow. Does it still hold together? What havoc has been made by the winter's winds, and the rain, and the frost? Will it welcome us, as of old? I, too, said to Lampron, "Don't you remember?" for we, too, have our nest, and summer days that smile to us in memory. He was in the mood for work, and hesitated.
Madame Lorinet couldn't tear herself away from it. 'Nothing but men, she said, 'have you noticed that, Jules? 'Well, Madame, I said, 'that's just how it is here; except for me, and I don't count, only gentlemen come here. I've kept house for bachelors where well, there are not many "That will do, Madame Menin; that will do. I know you always think too highly of me. Hasn't Lampron been here?"
I made a movement to follow him and bring him back. Madame Lampron stopped me. "I will go myself," said she, "later much later." We sat awhile in silence. When she saw me somewhat recovered from the shock of my feelings she went on: "You never have seen him like this, but I have seen it often. It is so hard! I knew her whom he loved almost as soon as he, for he never hid anything from me.
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