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Updated: May 18, 2025
Underhand plotting was the order of the day; there was a language of the eye rather than of the tongue, since no one was sure that in his own family there might not be eavesdroppers listening to betray him. Ursule Mirouet is a very different kind of story.
Three nights later three violins, a flute, a guitar, and a hautboy began another serenade. This time the musicians fled towards Montargis, where there happened then to be a company of comic actors. A loud and ringing voice called out as they left: "To the daughter of the regimental bandsman Mirouet."
"In all other countries," he said, ending an explanation of the legal points which Dionis, Goupil, and Desire had just explained to the heirs, "Ursula would have nothing to fear; she is a legitimate child, and the disability of her father ought only to affect the inheritance from Valentine Mirouet, her grandfather.
To her, I will seem to have yielded to your entreaties in releasing her. Take her with you to Nemours, and manage the whole matter as best you can. Don't fear any one. Monsieur Bongrand loves Ursula Mirouet too well to let the matter become known." Zelie and Desire started soon after for Nemours.
Nacquart is satisfied and I am back at my task and have just finished The Diaries of Two Young Brides and have written Ursule Mirouet, one of those privileged stories which you are going to read; and now I am starting in on a volume for the Montyon prize." Every one of Balzac's novels cost him unimaginable and never ending toil.
As a result, in 1814, before the allied occupation, Joseph Mirouet had a home in Paris, where his wife died giving birth to a little girl, whom the doctor desired should be called Ursula after his wife. The father did not long survive the mother, worn out, as she was, by hardship and poverty.
"You must have forgotten Esther," Goupil said to him, "as you are so much in love with Mademoiselle Mirouet." "In the first place, Esther is dead, monsieur; and in the next I have never even thought of Ursula," said the new magistrate. "Why, what did you tell me, papa Minoret?" cried Goupil, insolently.
"Mademoiselle Mirouet is quite right not to talk to men on the threshold of her door," said the abbe; "she is too young " "Oh!" said Goupil. "I am told she doesn't lack lovers." The abbe bowed hurriedly and went as fast as he could to the Rue des Bourgeois. "Well," said Goupil to Minoret, "the thing is working. Did you notice how pale she was.
"What do you want?" said Savinien, rising from his knees. "I have a word to say to you." Savinien left the room, and Goupil took him into the little courtyard. "Swear to me by Ursula's life, by your honor as a gentleman, to do by me as if I had never told you what I am about to tell. Do this, and I will reveal to you the cause of the persecutions directed against Mademoiselle Mirouet."
He called upon me, very politely, accompanied by the two gentlemen, and told me that my father was undoubtedly the instigator of the malignant persecutions against Ursula Mirouet, his future wife; he gave me proofs, and told me of Goupil's confession before witnesses.
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