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When later the subterfuge was discovered, Canalis, interested now, wanted to marry the lady, she being presumably rich. Through pique, Modeste, for a while, listened to his suit and smiled on him, albeit, in verity, she was touched by La Briere's sincere affection.
The evening before the day fixed on for the first sitting, Modeste, the elderly maid of the first Madame de Nailles, who loved her daughter, whom she had known from the moment of her birth, as if she had been her own foster-child, arrived at the studio of Hubert Marien in the Rue de Prony, bearing a box which she said contained all that would be wanted by Mademoiselle.
This edition of the Arabian Nights in a single copy lasted nearly a year, and taught Modeste the sense of satiety through thought.
The death of that mother, who had been long replaced by a stepmother, could hardly be said to be deeply regretted by Jacqueline. She remembered her very indistinctly. The stories of her she had heard from Modeste, her old nurse, probably served her instead of any actual memory. She knew her only as a woman pale and in ill health, always lying on a sofa.
"How so?" asked Charles Mignon. "He strikes me as a man who will waste all the fortunes with whose gifts Mademoiselle Modeste so liberally endows him," answered Latournelle. "Modeste can't avoid being liberal to a poet who called her a Madonna," said Dumay, sneering, and faithful to the repulsion with which Canalis had originally inspired him.
Modeste was so in fear of love's clairvoyance that she began to stoop in her walk like an old woman. "Wife," said little Latournelle as they took their seats, "that gentleman does not belong to Havre." "So many strangers come here," answered his wife. "But," said the notary, "strangers never come to look at a church like ours, which is less than two centuries old."
"The Comte de La Bastie must build you one like it," replied her father. "Here, monsieur," said Modeste, giving the bit of paper to Ernest; "carry it to our friend and put him out of his misery." The word our friend struck the young man's heart.
He saw Mademoiselle Modeste at the time when he was staying with the Vilquins, and he regretted then as his notary, who came from Bayeux yesterday, tells me that she was not rich enough for him; for his father recovered nothing but the estate of Herouville on his return to France, and that is saddled with a sister. The young duke is thirty-three years old.
"A man, seemingly scared out of his wits, who threw the whole convent into consternation." "And Dom Modeste sent for his litter, and hastened to 'La Corne d'Abondance." "How do you know that?" "Oh! you don't know me yet, my boy; I am somewhat of a sorcerer, I can tell you." Jacques drew back a couple of steps.
"I don't know what you are saying, Monsieur Briquet," he replied; "on the contrary, I have been sent with a very important commission by Dom Modeste, who will himself assure you that such is the case, if there be any occasion for it." "Gently, gently, my little Saint Jerome; we take fire like a match, it seems."
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