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Updated: July 16, 2025
I will not be snared by her low arts, her contemptible impostures!" Mrs. Lawkins, though she was a mild woman, loved Madeleine too well to hear her mentioned disrespectfully without being roused to indignation; affection for her mistress overcame her awe of the countess, and she replied with feeling,
She glanced at Mrs. Lawkins, who was arranging the count's pillows, and raising him into a more comfortable position. Maurice bethought him that it was time to let Madeleine know there was no hope of her obtaining admission to his father. As he left the apartment, the countess followed him into the drawing-room.
Among their innocent amusements, that of hooting the captain had long been a favourite, and at the sight of him now, as they concluded, in altercation with their own hero, they thought they detected a magnificent opening for a little demonstration. "Hullo! Booh! Fiddle de Riddell!" cried Pringle, jocosely, from a safe distance. "Who cut the rudder-lines? Cheat! Kick him out!" echoed Lawkins.
Count Tristan's eyes wandered about as though in search of some one; they rested but for one instant upon his mother, Maurice, Mrs. Lawkins, and then glanced around him again with an anxious, yearning expression, and he moaned faintly. Maurice bent over him. "My dear father, is there anything you desire?" The count moaned again.
Lawkins, watched beside the count. His attack was briefer than the former ones. When it was over, he fell into a deep and placid slumber. During that sleep his face changed! Those who have watched the dying and recognized the indescribable expression which marks the countenance when it is "death-struck" will understand what alteration is meant.
She was too zealous, however, to return home until she had found a person who was fully qualified to fill her vacant post. Maurice was sitting beside Madeleine when Mrs. Lawkins returned from her weary peregrinations and made known her success. "I did not send for the nurse to come here," said Madeleine.
Maurice was greatly relieved when he perceived his grandmother's perfect indifference to the individual whom he had selected. Mrs. Lawkins had been thrown "into a flutter" by Madeleine's cautions and the prospect of being obliged to parry a series of cross-questions; but the reception she received quickly restored her equanimity.
Amongst others, Parson and Telson incautiously quit their seats, which are promptly "bagged" by Bosher and Lawkins, who have had their eyes on them all the morning, and are determined now, at any rate, to take the reward of their patience, and hold them against all comers.
M. de Bois also appealed to him, but in vain; then Gaston attempted to use force to recall him to reason, and, seizing both of Maurice's arms, essayed to unclasp them from their hold of the inanimate form, saying as he did so: "For the love of Heaven, Maurice, collect yourself; she may bleed to death if you prevent Mrs. Lawkins from doing what is needful to stop the blood."
Lawkins bathed them, their marble whiteness and stillness were appalling. Bertha had not ceased to sob, though Gaston, the instant he could safely relinquish his hold of Maurice, essayed by every means in his power to soothe her. The countess was gazing upon Madeleine with an air of stupefied grief.
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