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In Rénée Mauperin, another book by the same authors, which with considerable cleverness has also many faults of construction and development, we have a glimpse of the cheerful social aspect of the Roman hierarchy through its intervention in mundane affairs. "The Abbé Blampoix had neither parish nor curacy.
There was nothing absolutely nothing about young girls, except instances in which they renounced their hopes of happiness. What an injustice! Among these victims the two that most attracted her sympathy were Madame de Camors and Renee Mauperin. But what horrors surrounded them!
She continued to talk and to grumble until Mauperin fell asleep. "Henri is reasonable enough, but he is a young man, and you know the danger. It's driving me mad! What do you think of trying Madame Rosiéres?" There was no reply. Madame Mauperin resigned herself to silence, and turned to find the sleep which only came with morning. II. Plots and Plays
Isn't the current strong here?" Renée Mauperin and young Reverchon, her parent's guest, were swimming in the Seine. "How beautiful!" exclaimed the girl, as she noticed the evening sun gilding the river and the banks where country and suburb merged into each other. "You are an artist by nature, mademoiselle." "Ouf!" she exclaimed with a comic intonation. A boat approached.
The first two, a boy born in 1826 and a daughter in 1827, were a disappointment to the old soldier. They were too reasonable, too "grown-up" before they were children, but in Renée, who was born after an interval of eight years, M. Mauperin found ample consolation.
The Mauperins had a farm called Villacourt. Mauperin de Villacourt would do very well. Henri promised to see what he could do. Madame Bourjot and her daughter called on the Mauperins next day. The two girls were asked to leave their mothers to their talk, and to take a walk in the garden. "A secret!" said Renée, as soon as they were alone. "Can you guess it?
Madame Mauperin, delighted with Henriette's match, was anxious to find an equally suitable partner for Renée; but the high-spirited girl had a will of her own, and seemed to take almost a pleasure in crossing her mother's transparent matrimonial schemes. Quite a number of eligible young men had been introduced to the house at La Briche and had left it without having furthered their suit.
She made Madame Mauperin turn first crimson, then pale, when she finally proceeded to cut Denoisel's hair in the drawing-room after dinner. Denoisel was the son of Mauperin's bosom friend, who had fought by his side in many battles, and who on his death-bed had made him his son's guardian. Mauperin became more than a guardian to the boy he became his father.
Next morning Madame Mauperin proceeded to Paris, and drove to her son's apartments in the Rue Taitbout. She found him at work. After some beating about the bush she approached the object of her visit. "I fear," she began, "that you must have some reason for ..." "For not marrying, isn't it? My dear mother, you need not worry.
And I resolved to repay you by true friendship." M. Mauperin entered the room, and interrupted the confidences. A few days later, Renée having set her mind upon playing in private theatricals, a discussion arose about the filling of the second lady's part in the play that had been chosen. One by one the names suggested were dismissed, until Henri said, "Why not ask Mlle. Bourjot?
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