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Updated: July 22, 2025
Madame Latournelle, who always took Modeste to church and brought her back again, was commissioned to tell the mother that she was mistaken about her daughter. "Modeste," she said, "is a young girl of very exalted ideas; she works herself into enthusiasm for the poetry of one writer or the prose of another.
Dumay went down to Havre early in the morning, and soon discovered that no architect had been in town the day before. Furious at Butscha's lie, which revealed a conspiracy of which he was resolved to know the meaning, he rushed from the mayor's office to his friend Latournelle. "Where's your Master Butscha?" he demanded of the notary, when he saw that the clerk was not in his place.
Moral truths as well as human beings change their aspect according to their surroundings, to the point of being actually unrecognizable." "Society exists through settled opinions," said the Duc d'Herouville. "What laxity!" whispered Madame Latournelle to her husband. "He is a poet," said Gobenheim, who overheard her.
He left the church with the Latournelles and followed them at a distance to the rue Royale, where he saw them enter a house accompanied by Modeste, whose custom it was to stay with her friends till the hour of vespers. After examining the little house, which was ornamented with scutcheons, he asked the name of the owner, and was told that he was Monsieur Latournelle, the chief notary in Havre.
At certain points of Canalis's discourse, when Monsieur Mignon, Dumay, Butscha, and Latournelle wondered at the man's utter want of logic, Modeste admired his suppleness, and said to herself, as she dragged him after her through the labyrinth of fancy, "He loves me!"
This double resemblance was observable on the face of Babylas Latournelle. Above the atrocious green spectacles rose a bald crown, all the more crafty in expression because a wig, seemingly endowed with motion, let the white hairs show on all sides of it as it meandered crookedly across the forehead.
About eleven o'clock Butscha, who had come to walk home with Madame Latournelle, whispered in Modeste's ear, "Was I right?" "Alas, yes," she said. "But I hope you have left the door half open, so that he can come back; we agreed upon that, you know." "Anger got the better of me," said Modeste. "Such meanness sent the blood to my head and I told him what I thought of him."
"My daughter saw the man she loves this morning." "Then it must have been that sulphur waistcoat which puzzled you so, Latournelle," said his wife. "The young man had a pretty white rose in his buttonhole." "Ah!" sighed the mother, "the sign of recognition." "And he also wore the ribbon of an officer of the Legion of honor. He is a charming young man.
"Monsieur is very right to detain the clerk of Monsieur Latournelle," whispered Germain in his master's ear. Canalis and Germain went into the salon on a sign that passed between them. "I went out this morning to see the men fish, monsieur," said the valet, "an excursion proposed to me by the captain of a smack, whose acquaintance I have made."
"From which you conclude, Sieur Butscha?" inquired Modeste. "To pay the utmost attention to the manoeuvres of the enemy," answered the clerk. "What did I tell you, my darling?" said Charles Mignon, alluding to their conversation on the seashore. "Men play as many parts to get married as mothers make their daughters play to get rid of them," said Latournelle.
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