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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.
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.
"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.
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.
"Well!" replied M. de Larnac, "we have nothing." "What? Nothing?" cried Madame de Lavardens, very pale and agitated. "Nothing, nothing; absolutely nothing the one or the other of us." And M. de Larnac springing from his carriage, related what had taken place at the sale before the Tribunal of Souvigny. "At first," he said, "everything went upon wheels.
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.
Somewhere in America they have a silver mine, but a genuine mine, a real mine a mine with silver in it. Ah! we shall see what luxury will reign at Longueval! We shall all look like paupers beside them! It is said that they have 100,000 francs a day to spend." "Such are our neighbors!" cried Madame de Lavardens. "An adventuress! and that is the least of it a heretic, Monsieur l'Abbe, a Protestant!"
Somewhere in America they have a silver mine, but a genuine mine, a real mine a mine with silver in it. Ah! we shall see what luxury will reign at Longueval! We shall all look like paupers beside them! It is said that they have 100,000 francs a day to spend." "Such are our neighbors!" cried Madame de Lavardens. "An adventuress! and that is the least of it a heretic, Monsieur l'Abbe, a Protestant!"
Bettina thought of young Turner, young Norton, of Paul de Lavardens, who would sleep calmly till ten in the morning, while Jean was exposed to this deluge. Paul de Lavardens! This name awoke in her a painful memory, the memory of that waltz the evening before. To have danced like that, while Jean was so obviously in trouble!
Paul de Lavardens had made his appearance on this scene, and had very rapidly become everybody's friend. He had received the brilliant and complicated education of a young man destined for pleasure. As soon as it was a question only of amusement, riding, croquet, lawn-tennis, polo, dancing, charades, and theatricals, he was ready for everything. He excelled in everything.
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