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This time she was willing to reply. "I'm thinking about Carmina." Mr. Gallilee closed the door when Zo left him. He took a chair, without speaking to his wife or looking at her. "What are you here for?" she asked. "I must wait," he said. "What for?" "To see what you do." Marceline returned, and administered a dose of sal volatile. Strengthened by the stimulant, Mrs. Gallilee was able to rise.
But that great happiness did not last long, for this is what that Gontran the next day said to his friend Robert d'Aigremont, who told his sister Gabrielle, who repeated it to me, that he saw clearly that they wished to marry him to his cousin Marceline.
Marceline was dropping a letter into the pillar-post-box at the corner of the Square; she changed colour, on seeing her master. "Corresponding with her sweetheart," Mr. Gallilee concluded. Entering the house with an unfinished cigar in his mouth, he made straight for the smoking-room and passed his youngest daughter, below him, waiting out of sight on the kitchen stairs. "Have you done it?"
"This, my children," said the old aunt, "is all I have to say: she did, in truth, start the first to love; but it seems to me, Gontran, that you started all at once at such a great pace that you must have caught up with her." "Passed her, Aunt Louise." "Oh no!" exclaimed Marceline. "Oh yes " "Oh no " "Well," continued Aunt Louise, "try never to have any other quarrels than that one.
And so one day, after having been an unseen witness to the interview of Hugh the Capet with Blanche near the Fountain of the Hinds, I saw the degenerate descendant of Charles the Great expire under my very eyes; I saw extinguished in Louis the Do-nothing the second royal dynasty of France." Marceline followed Yvon closely with her hands in his, and kissed him, thinking the recital over.
Yvon found the young female serf at the threshold of the door in a state of great agitation at the tumult that had suddenly invaded the castle. "Marceline," Yvon said to her, "I must speak with you; let us step into your mistress's room. She will not leave the Queen for a long time. We shall not be interrupted. Come!"
Kleczynski has this in his second volume, for he enjoyed the invaluable prompting of Chopin's pupil, the late Princess Marceline Czartoryska. Niecks quotes Mme. Friederike Stretcher, nee Muller, a pupil, who wrote of her master: "He required adherence to the strictest rhythm, hated all lingering and lagging, misplaced rubatos, as well as exaggerated ritardandos.
Aunt Louise had accepted the position of arbitrator, and, presiding over the discussion, she had made the two contestants sit down before her in arm-chairs, at a respectful distance. Marceline, before being seated, had already taken the floor. I had the weakness to prefer him him over there. Why? I can scarcely tell-a childish habit, doubtless.
Her first thought was for herself. "Has that woman disfigured me?" she said to the maid. Knowing nothing of what had happened, Marceline was at a loss to understand her. "Bring me a glass," she said. The maid found a hand-glass in the bedroom, and presented it to her. She looked at herself and drew a long breath of relief. That first anxiety at an end, she spoke to her husband.
Get the sal volatile." Marceline left the room. Mr. Gallilee followed her as far as the door still leading his little daughter. "Go back, my dear, to your sister in the schoolroom," he said. "I am distressed, Zo; be a good girl, and you will console me. Say the same to Maria. It will be dull for you, I am afraid. Be patient, my child, and try to bear it for a while."
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