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The directress of the boarding-school, a lady of the ton, who had met with reverses, and who was a good deal more of a dressmaker than a teacher, said of Mlle. Cesarine, who paid her three thousand five hundred francs a year, "She gives the greatest hopes for the future; and I shall certainly make a superior woman of her." But the opportunity was not allowed her.
She did, indeed, possess sufficient cleverness and patience to assume and to sustain the character which seemed most likely to dazzle and to fascinate Martial. As to maintaining this character after marriage, if it did not please her to do so, that was another matter! The result of all this was that during dinner Mlle. Blanche exercised all her powers of fascination upon the young marquis.
"She came this morning for the twenty-seventh time, that is how I came to mention it." "What did you do?" asked Desroches. "I took pity upon her, and ordered a little hat that I have just invented, a quite new shape. If Mlle. Amanda succeeds with it, she will say no more about the money, her fortune is made."
"You have here, monsieur, a description of how mademoiselle was dressed when she went away." Helene Vauquier picked up a sheet of paper from the table at her side. "I wrote it out at the request of M. le Commissaire." She handed the paper to Hanaud, who glanced through it as she continued. "Well, except for the white lace coat, monsieur, I dressed Mlle. Celie just in that way.
"You have the blessings of a grateful mother." She put the young man's hand to her lips. Two warm tears fell down on it. The young man trembled, then his face grew radiant. They followed his glance. On the threshold stood Esperance, leaning upon Genevieve. A half-hour of profound sleep had completely restored her. She had waked suddenly, and seeing Genevieve and Mlle.
At other times I would play prisoners base with them, having the privilege of always catching but never being caught. They would read stories to me and sing songs. They competed to do something for me. I recall, that on hearing of the horrible execution of Louis XVI, Mlle. Mongalvi had all the boarders on their knees, to recite prayers for the repose of the soul of the unfortunate king.
Then, as he was about to go, he turned, "Have you received your invitation for...?" The door opened. Count Albert, being introduced by the maitre d'hotel, had heard the last words. "I am just delivering it myself," he said, handing Mlle. Frahender a card which she read to Esperance "His Excellence, the Count de Bernecourt, Minister of Belgium to France, and the Princess, hope that Mlle.
"For the love of God, what is the matter?" "Ah! would that I could spare you this trouble! Your father has just received a letter from Mme. de Lorcy." Antoinette grew more attentive, her breath came quickly. "And what was there in this letter that is so terrible, so heart-rending?" she asked, forcing a smile. "Fortunately, I am here," replied Mlle. Moiseney.
The falling-out made talk enough at the time; and some people do say that M. Maxence is a worthless scamp, who leads a very dissipated life; but I say that his father kept him too close. The boy is twenty-five, quite good looking, and has a very stylish mistress: I have seen her. . . . I would have done just as he did." "And what about the daughter, Mlle. Gilberte?"
What man of his age, however given to deep study and secret ambition, could have been insensible to her beauty, her grace, her gentleness? Such a youth as Montignac would pass a thousand women indifferently, and at last perceive in Mlle. de Varion at first glance the perfections that distinguished her from others of her sex.
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