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Not that Marcelline was dull or grey to look at she was bright and cheery, and when she had a new clean cap on, all beautifully frilled and crimped round her face, Jeanne used to tell her that she was beautiful, quite beautiful, and that if she was very good and always did exactly what Jeanne asked her, she Jeanne would have her to be nurse to her children when she had grown up to be a lady, married to some very nice gentleman.
"And what am I to tell you stories about then, Mademoiselle? You have got all out of my old head long ago; and when the grain is all ground what can the miller do?" "Get some more, of course," said Jeanne. "Why, I could make stories if I tried, I daresay, and I am only seven, and you who are a hundred are you quite a hundred, Marcelline?" Marcelline shook her head.
I really did think at first that the fairies had told you something, but " suddenly she stopped as the remembrance of her adventure in the tapestry room returned to her mind. "Dudu may be a fairy, whether Marcelline has anything to do with fairies or not," she reflected. It was better certainly to approach such subjects respectfully.
The first note of pride she had detected crept into his voice when he said: "My 'boys' are never idle. They don't have to be, after working with me." "And what is your part of the work?" asked the girl. "I? Oh, I'm like Marcelline, the clown at the Hippodrome always pretending to help, but forever keeping underfoot. When it becomes necessary I raise the money to keep the performance going."
"I see you do understand, Marcelline, better than anybody. It must be as I said; there must be two of me, and two of Jeanne, and two of you, and " "And two of everything," said Marcelline; "and the great thing is to keep each of the twos in its right place." She smiled now, right out, and was turning away with the light in her hand, when Hugh called after her,
Presently a voice became distinguishable, the voice of Valgrand singing a refrain from a musical comedy. The Baronne de Vibray hurried to meet him, with both hands outstretched, and led him into his dressing-room. "Let me present M. Valgrand!" she exclaimed, and then presented the two young women to the bowing actor: "Comtesse Marcelline de Baral, Mme. Holbord."
I must tell Marcelline to make her a little tisane when she goes to bed." "Ah, bah!" said Jeanne's white-headed papa. "What we were speaking of will be a much better cure than tisane. She needs companionship of her own age." Jeanne pricked up her ears at this, and glanced at her mother inquiringly. Instantly there started into her mind Marcelline's prophecy about her wish.
Strangely enough, as the story went on, it seemed more and more as if it were Marcelline's voice that was telling it, and at last Hugh looked up to see if it was still the white lady, whose knee his head was resting on. Jeanne too looked up at the same moment, and both children gave a little cry of surprise. The white lady had disappeared, and it was indeed Marcelline who was in her place.
Here one hears as yet nothing of cholera, but in London it appears already here and there. Although tired, I at once took the train and found them still in Edinburgh. Princess Marcelline was as kind as she always is to me. The intercourse with them reanimated me, and gave me strength to play in Glasgow, where the whole haute volee had gathered for my concert.
"I believe you were always a little old woman like what you are now." Marcelline laughed, but did not speak. "Ask Dudu," she said at last. "If he is a fairy, he should know." Jeanne pricked up her ears at this. "Marcelline," she said solemnly, "I believe you do know something about Dudu. Oh, do tell us, dear Marcelline." But nothing more was to be got out of the old nurse.
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