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In his intercourse with his own family, Madame Hanska was a continuously troubling factor. The prospect of his alliance with this foreign aristocrat had less charm for Madame Balzac and Laure than for Honore. They probably perceived the chimera he was pursuing, and could not be expected to show enthusiasm.
Oh, Laure, Laure, my two boundless desires, my only ones to be famous, and to be loved they ever be satisfied? For the next ten years he was learning his trade, and the artistic use of the fiction writer's tools. What is more to the point, is the fact that he began to dream of a series of great novels, which should give a true and panoramic picture of the whole of human life.
Laure, at Bayeux, is made useful as an amateur advertising agent, and is carefully told that, though she is to talk about the novels a great deal, she is never to lend her copies to any one, because people must buy the books to read them.
Oh, Laure, Laure, my two boundless desires, my only ones to be famous, and to be loved they ever be satisfied? For the next ten years he was learning his trade, and the artistic use of the fiction writer's tools. What is more to the point, is the fact that he began to dream of a series of great novels, which should give a true and panoramic picture of the whole of human life.
What have you been doing, meanwhile? Where are the young ladies; are they taking a holiday, or are they in the country?" Laure dried her tears, bowed to Monsieur Servin, and went away. "The studio has been deserted for some days," replied Ginevra, "and the young ladies are not coming back." "Pooh!" "Oh! don't laugh," said Ginevra.
Almost dazed by this mingled accusation and appeal, Rouletta at length responded by a question, "Then why haven't you done something to clear him?" Laure drew her flimsy wrap closer; she was shaking wretchedly. When she spoke her words were spilled from her lips as if by the tremors of her body. "I could help. I would, but you sha'n't have him. Nobody shall! I'd rather see him dead. I'd No, no!
Jeanne discovered to her astonishment that she had already made her small preparations, had packed her best garments in a little wooden box, laying the silk gown and lace cap at the top that they might be in readiness. "I will not interfere at all, and I shall not remain long," she said. "Only long enough to see my Laure, and spend a few days with her quietly.
"Valentin will be watchful, though perhaps he is too good to suspect evil." Mère Giraud put her hand to her heart. "You are not afraid?" she said, quite proudly, beginning at last to comprehend. "You are not afraid of evil to Laure?" "No, no, no," he answered; "surely not." He said no more then, but he always asked to see the letters, and read them with great care, sometimes over and over again.
One morning as they went out to their carriage Laure stopped to speak to a woman who crouched upon the edge of the pavement with a child in her arms. She bent down and touched the little one with her hand, and Mère Giraud, looking on, thought of pictures she had seen of the Blessed Virgin, and of lovely saints healing the sick. "What is the matter?" asked Laure.
This death made a deep impression on the child's mind, and for a while dwelt so constantly in his memory that, on one occasion, when Laure was being scolded by her mother for an offence which the culprit aggravated by a fit of involuntary tittering, he approached his sister and whispered in her ear, with a view to restoring her gravity: "Think of grandpapa's death."
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