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"The burden of proof is now on you, madame," said Dumay, calmly; "it is for you to prove that we are mistaken." Discovering that the matter in question was only Modeste's honor, Gobenheim took his hat, made his bow, and walked off, carrying his ten sous with him, there being evidently no hope of another rubber. "Exupere, and you too, Butscha, may leave us," said Madame Latournelle.
Lately, for at least a month, Modeste had warbled the songs of nightingales, musical rhapsodies whose poetry and meaning had roused the attention of her mother, already surprised by her sudden eagerness for composition and her fancy for putting airs into certain verses. "If your suspicions have no other foundation," said Latournelle to Madame Mignon, "I pity your susceptibilities."
Her face expressed the pleasure she took in the smooth petals of the flower she was working. The dwarf, seated between his mistress and Gobenheim, restrained his emotion, trying to find means to approach Modeste and whisper a word of warning in her ear. By taking a position in front of Madame Mignon, Madame Latournelle, with the diabolical intelligence of conscientious duty, had isolated Modeste.
Modeste was so in fear of love's clairvoyance that she began to stoop in her walk like an old woman. "Wife," said little Latournelle as they took their seats, "that gentleman does not belong to Havre." "So many strangers come here," answered his wife. "But," said the notary, "strangers never come to look at a church like ours, which is less than two centuries old."
"All the more because there will be a number of us to ride," said Modeste, who was recovering the colors of health. "The secretary did not say much," remarked Madame Mignon. "A little fool," said Madame Latournelle; "the poet has an attentive word for everybody. He thanked Monsieur Latournelle for his help in choosing the house; and said he must have taken counsel with a woman of good taste.
I was in deep mourning; and as Miss Latournelle kept my best bombazine, and crapes, and my round black cap, in her own press, I had nothing to think of; but our governess insisted that all the other young ladies should have new caps on the occasion; and as these were to be made in the house, there was enough to do.
"All the other children went home for Christmas, but I had no home to go to; and I saw them depart with much sorrow, and was crying to find myself alone, having watched the last of my school-fellows going out with her mother through the garden-gate, when Miss Latournelle came up all in a hurry. "'Miss Reynolds, she said, 'what do you think?
All these fluctuations were carefully remarked and commented on by the gentle American, and the excellent Madame Latournelle, and they formed the topic of many a discussion between these two ladies and Madame Mignon. Canalis felt the effects of these discussions without being able to explain them.
"I speak of no less a person," said Latournelle, pompously, "than Monsieur le Duc d'Herouville, Marquis de Saint-Sever, Duc de Nivron, Comte de Bayeux, Vicomte d'Essigny, grand equerry and peer of France, knight of the Spur and the Golden Fleece, grandee of Spain, and son of the last governor of Normandy.
You have never been at school, or you would know what a bustle there is to get all the little misses ready on a dancing day. "It was time to light the candles long before Miss Latournelle mustered us and led us down into the dancing-room.
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