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"Yes yes it is settled," they said; "anything that you wish, all that you wish." Both had the same thought leave it to time; Jean is only a child; he will change his mind. In this, both were mistaken; Jean did not change his mind. In the month of September, 1876, Paul de Lavardens was rejected at Saint-Cyr, and Jean Reynaud passed eleventh at the Ecole Polytechnique.
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.
He returned to his former life, which had been most irregular. Fifteen years had passed thus, in a long martyrdom, supported by Madame de Lavardens with all the appearance of passive resignation. Nothing ever could distract her from, or cure her of, the love which was destroying her.
In 1846, when the Abbe' Constantin took possession of his little living, the grandfather of Jean was residing in a pleasant cottage on the road to Souvigny, between the picturesque old castles of Longueval and Lavardens. Marcel, the son of that Dr. Reynaud, was finishing his medical studies in Paris. He possessed great industry, and an elevation of sentiment and mind extremely rare.
As soon as the Cure had reached Madame de Lavardens, she said: "Without waiting for Monsieur de Larnac, I can tell you the names of the purchasers of the domain of Longueval. I am quite easy on the subject, and have no doubt of the success of our plan.
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.
Continuing his account, Paul launched into an enthusiastic description of the mansion, which was a marvel "Of bad taste and ostentation," interrupted Madame de Lavardens. "Not at all, mother, not at all; nothing startling, nothing loud. It is admirably furnished, everything done with elegance and originality.
These Gallards are rich and will give you plenty of money." At this moment a cloud of dust appeared on the road, from it emerged a carriage. "Here comes Monsieur de Larnac!" cried Paul, "I know his ponies!" All three hurriedly descended from the terrace and returned to the castle. They arrived there just as M. de Larnac's carriage drove up to the entrance. "Well?" asked Madame de Lavardens.
M. de Lavardens died in 1869; he left a son fourteen years of age, in whom were already visible all the defects and all the good qualities of his father. Without being seriously affected, the fortune of Madame de Lavardens was slightly compromised, slightly diminished.
This morning when we arrived, we met on the way a slight young man, with a fair mustache, he was riding a black horse, and bowed to us as we passed." "It was Paul de Lavardens, one of my friends; he has already had the honor of being introduced to you, but rather vaguely, and his ambition is to be presented again." "Well, you shall bring him one of these days," said Mrs. Scott.
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