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Exupere was to start the next morning for Paris to begin the study of law. This impending departure had induced Latournelle to propose him to his friend Dumay as an accomplice in the important conspiracy which these directions indicate. "Is Mademoiselle Modeste suspected of having a lover?" asked Butscha in a timid voice of Madame Latournelle.
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.
"Do not weep, my Modeste; remember thy other beautiful ranchos. Dios de mi alma!" she added with a flash of humour, "I revere San Juan Bautista for your husband's sake, but I weep not that I shall visit you there no more. Every day I think to hear that the shaking earth of that beautiful valley has opened its jaws and swallowed every hill and adobe.
Some time during the spring which followed the removal of Madame Mignon and her daughter to the Chalet, Francisque Althor came to dine with the Vilquins. Happening to see Modeste over the wall at the foot of the lawn, he turned away his head. Six weeks later he married the eldest Mademoiselle Vilquin.
"All the more because there will be a number of us to ride," said Modeste, who was recovering the colors of health. "The secretary did not say much," remarked Madame Mignon. "A little fool," said Madame Latournelle; "the poet has an attentive word for everybody. He thanked Monsieur Latournelle for his help in choosing the house; and said he must have taken counsel with a woman of good taste.
We thought we heard a noise as if a chair had been thrown down, and a sort of cry. I ran in to see. He was lying at full length on the floor." "And now? How is he now?" "We did what we could for him. Madame came back. He is lying on his bed." Modeste covered her face with her hands. "You have not told me all. What else?" "Mon Dieu! you knew your poor father had heart disease.
I may as well blow my brains out," exclaimed Dumay. "Why so, Dumay?" said the blind woman. "Ah, madame, I could never meet my colonel's eye if he did not find his daughter now his only daughter as pure and virtuous as she was when he said to me on the vessel, 'Let no fear of the scaffold hinder you, Dumay, if the honor of my Modeste is at stake." "Ah!
Close on each other's heels the following ships bore down upon us: the "Modeste," with lighters in tow, the "Kerguelen," "Champlain," and "Thémis," Frenchmen, the latter the admiral's ship; and the Russian corvette "Naezdnik," with the admiral's flag at the mizen.
She would have to send out two hundred cards, at least, and put off her play for another fortnight. What a pity! It seemed as if misfortunes always happened just so as to interfere with pleasures. The fiacre which had brought Modeste was at the door. The old nurse helped her young lady into it. "What has happened to papa?" cried Jacqueline, impetuously.
He will be laid up for a fortnight. The doctor was there he has some fever, but he is not in any danger." "Oh! what a blessing! Kiss me, Modeste. We have a fortnight in which we may interfere But how Oh, how? Ah! there is Giselle! We will go to Giselle at once!" And the 'fiacre' was ordered to go as fast as possible to the Rue Barbet-de-Jouy. This time Jacqueline herself spoke to the concierge.
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