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It was only a part of the big adventure, a passing phase of his development, an experience such as came to every man. Since it had left no mark upon him, and had not seriously affected Laure, the score was even. He dismissed Rouletta's words as of little consequence. In order, however, to prevent any further unpleasant scenes he determined to put Laure in her place, once for all.
There were other worries for Laure and her husband, for, like the rest of the Balzac family, they were in continual difficulty about money matters. M. Surville seems to have been a man of enterprise, and to have had many schemes on hand such as making a lateral canal on the Loire from Nantes to Orleans, building a bridge in Paris, or constructing a little railway.
"I shall not stay long," she said; "but I could not remain away. I wished so eagerly to see you, and know that you were happy. You are happy, my Laure?" Laure turned toward her and gave her a long look a look which seemed unconsciously to ask her a question. "Happy!" she answered slowly and deliberately, "I suppose so. Yes." Mère Giraud caressed her hand again and again.
She was so lovely and so stately that for a moment Mère Giraud was half awed, but the next it was as if her strong mother heart broke loose. "My Laure!" she cried out. "Yes, it is I, my child it is I, Laure;" and she almost fell upon her knees as she embraced her, trembling for very ecstasy. But Laure scarcely spoke. She was white and cold, and at last she gasped forth three words.
Laure pondered for a moment; even more carefully than before she studied her companion. That the result satisfied her she made plain by saying: "Morris wants men. I can get him to hire you. Would you like to hook up with us?" "I don't know. It doesn't much matter. Will you have something to drink now?" "Why should I? They don't give any percentage here. Wait!
Ginevra and Laure, her little friend, were the sole occupants of the deserted studio for three or four days. Ginevra did not observe this falling off, nor ask the cause of her companions' absence. As soon as she had invented means of communication with Luigi she lived in the studio in a delightful solitude, alone amid her own world, thinking only of the officer and the dangers that threatened him.
Laure cast off the hand that rested upon her; she looked up quickly. "If I did, d'you think I'd tell you? Well, hardly. But I don't. I don't know anything, except that Pierce is a thief. He stole and gave me the money. He did that regularly, and that's more than he'd do for you. You may as well know the truth. Cavendish knows it. You think he's too good for me, don't you? Well, he isn't.
"That clock has sounded the hour of a rendezvous." "For me, it sounds like a passing-bell. But be silent, Laure; here are three cloaks passing." They allowed three men to pass. Grandchamp followed them, made sure of the road they took, and returned to his seat, sighing deeply. "The snow is cold, Laure, and I am old.
Sophonisba sees a man in livery opening the door of what appears to be the entrance to some quiet learned institution. She touches her mamma upon the arm, and bids her pause. They had reached the threshold of a temple. Madame Laure makes for the Empress. "Ah! to be sure, my child, so she does," Sophonisba's mamma replies. "I remember. Very quiet-looking kind of place, isn't it?"
All Balzac's hopes of making his fortune once more crumbled to pieces; yet he refused to succumb, but, at the same time he wrote the bad news to Laure, announced that he had hit upon something better! Such was his unconquerable optimism.
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