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Every one rushed on him, they surrounded they crushed him: 'The name, the name of the purchaser? 'It is an American, replied Gibert, 'Mrs. Scott." "Mrs. Scott!" cried Paul de Lavardens. "You know her?" asked Madame de Lavardens. "Do I know her? do I not at all. But I was at a ball at her house six weeks ago." "At a ball at her house! and you don't know her! What sort of woman is she, then?"
And then they have discovered that I could render them little services. I know the country very well, and they will make use of me as a guide. In a word, I am nobody; while you, Count Paul de Lavardens, you are somebody; so fear nothing, your turn will come with the fetes and balls. Then you will be resplendent in all your glory, and I shall return very humbly into my obscurity."
"Where are you going, Monsieur le Cure?" asked the Countess. "To Souvigny, to the Tribunal, to learn " "Stay here Monsieur de Larnac is coming after the sale to tell me the result." The Abbe Constantin joined them on the terrace. Gertrude de Lannilis, Countess de Lavardens, had been very unfortunate. At eighteen she had been guilty of a folly, the only one of her life, but that one irreparable.
"'But she does not wear a low gown on horseback; you have not seen her shoulders, and they are shoulders which ought to be seen. There is nothing better in Paris at this moment. "And I went to the ball, and I saw Mrs. Scott's red hair, and I saw Mrs. Scott's white shoulders, and I hope to see them again when there are balls at Longueval." "Paul!" said Madame de Lavardens, pointing to the Abbe.
Thus, wishing to make a good figure in Paris, and lead a merry life, he spent his 30,000 francs in three months, and then docilely returned to Lavardens, where he was "out at grass." He spent his time hunting, fishing, and riding with the officers of the artillery regiment quartered at Souvigny.
To please Paul de Lavardens the Abbe Constantin did lean over and look at Niniche's action, but the old priest's thoughts were far away. This sub-lieutenant of artillery was called Jean Reynaud. He was the son of a country doctor who slept in the churchyard of Longueval.
And certainly it was well worth the trouble." "These Scotts," said Madame de Lavardens, addressing M. de Larnac, "do you know who they are?" "Yes, Madame, I know. Mr. Scott is an American, possessing a colossal fortune, who settled himself in Paris last year. As soon as their name was mentioned, I understood that the victory had never been doubtful. Gallard was beaten beforehand.
"You are mistaken," said Susie to Bettina; "there is some one." "A peasant; they don't count; they won't ask me to marry them." "It is not a peasant at all. Look!" Paul de Lavardens, while passing the carriage, made the two sisters a highly correct bow, from which one at once scented the Parisian. The ponies were going at such a rate that the meeting was over like a flash of lightning.
Madame de Lavardens sold her mansion in Paris, retired to the country, where she lived with strict economy, and devoted herself to the education of her son. But here again grief and disappointment awaited her. Paul de Lavardens was intelligent, amiable, and affectionate, but thoroughly rebellious against any constraint, and any species of work.
Madame de Lavardens sold her mansion in Paris, retired to the country, where she lived with strict economy, and devoted herself to the education of her son. But here again grief and disappointment awaited her. Paul de Lavardens was intelligent, amiable, and affectionate, but thoroughly rebellious against any constraint, and any species of work.
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