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Updated: May 4, 2025
"It would, Lucette; but we shall want more space for working, so to begin with we will take away the bricks up to the top. We can close it up as much as we like afterwards. There is plenty of time, for it will be weeks before the city is starved out. If we work for an hour a day we can get it done in a week."
The twilight closed in, the stars came out, sounds of life died away, and still she sat on, becoming almost torpid in the cold darkness, until at length she heard the low call of Lucette, 'MADAME! AH!la pauvre Madame. She started up, so stiff that she could hardly more, and only guided by the voice to feel her way through the hedgerow in the right direction.
When I went up at last to our chamber, I found it empty. Lucette, Grandmamma's French woman, who waits on her, while Perkins is rather my Aunt Dorothea's and ours, came in to tell me that Perkins was gone to bed with a headache, and hoped that we would allow her to wait on us to-night, when she was dismissed by the elder ladies.
We grew ever more eager and excited until the 31st, and in the evening of that momentous day the mysteries were revealed. That day the presents for the two families, wrapped, tied and labeled, were piled upon tables in a room closed against Lucette and me.
Suddenly I heard someone call: "Pierre! Pierre! Dear Pierre!" I did not reply, but instead lay as close as possible to the ground, and sought to hide under the weeds and the waving branches of the asparagus. Still I heard: "Pierre, Pierre." It was Lucette; I knew her voice, and from the mockery of her tone I felt sure that she had spied me.
There, he saw what probably every spaceman had dreamed of. Lucette of Paris swimming nude in a gigantic dewdrop possible where gravity was almost nil. Music played. Beams of colored light swung majestically, with prismatic effects through the great, flattened, shimmering ovoid of water, while Lucette's motions completed a beautiful legend... Two figures moved past Nelsen in the darkened interior.
No, there was another: the one Lucette made on the day that they were married, when a wonderful timid reverence played through his hungry love for her. Hours passed. All at once, without any other motion or gesture, the boy's eyes opened wide with a strange, intense look.
"And how many maids?" "I must count. Lucette and Perkins, and the cook-maid, and the kitchen girl, four; and two chambermaids, six, and a seamstress, seven." "What, have you a mantua-maker all to yourselves?" "Oh, she does not make gowns; she only does plain sewing." "And two cook-maids, and two chambermaids, and two beside! Why, whatever in all the world can they find to do?"
We shall know days before if the city surrenders to hunger. I shall certainly fight much more comfortably now that I know that whatever comes Lucette and Annie are safe from the horrors of the sack."
To run down-stairs, say good-bye to Mr Raymond, by the way, would Mr Raymond have allowed my Lady to enter his house, if he had believed the tales against her? and hasten back with Ephraim to Bloomsbury Square, took but few minutes. Lucette let us in; I think she had been watching. "The good Lord has watched over Mademoiselle," said she, as she took my cloak from me.
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