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All that Modeste wanted of her accomplice was to put certain letters into the post at Havre and to bring some back which would be directed to herself, Francoise Cochet. The treaty concluded, Modeste wrote a polite note to Dauriat, publisher of the poems of Canalis, asking, in the interest of that great poet, for some particulars about him, among others if he were married.
"Near the convent of our friend Gorenflot?" "Just so." "And how did he behave under the circumstances?" "Wonderfully, as usual. Chicot, I do not know if he had heard any rumor; but instead of snoring in bed, he was up in his balcony, while all his convent kept the road." "And he did nothing else?" "Who?" "Dom Modeste." "He blessed me with a majesty peculiar to himself, Chicot." "And his monks?"
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And yet, as the coach drew nearer to the Rue de Varenne, where Madame d'Argy had her winter residence, a little calm, a little sense returned to Jacqueline. She did not see how she could dare to enter that house, where probably they cursed her very name. She would wait in the street with the carriage-blinds pulled down, and Modeste should go in and ask for information.
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.
Well, I allow you to choose which of the two you like best for a husband. You have begun by a poem, you shall finish with a bucolic, and try if you can discover the real character of these gentlemen here, in the country, on a few hunting or fishing excursions." Modeste bowed her head and walked home with her father, listening to what he said but replying only in monosyllables.
From the manner in which Mascarin received this intelligence, Florestan saw that he was interested in the highest degree. "I'll tell you all about it," continued he. "The first time was when she went to mass; it came on to rain suddenly, and Modeste, her maid, begged me to go for an umbrella.
"The shoe fits, my soldier," replied the poet, smiling; "but let me tell you that it is quite possible to have a great deal of feeling both in the intellectual life and in real life. My good friend here, La Briere, is madly in love," continued Canalis, with a fine show of generosity, looking at Modeste.
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 did not have a chance. My old Modeste is very ill and asks me to come to her. I should never forgive myself if I did not go." "What, Modeste? So very ill? Is it really so serious? What a pity! But you will come back again?" "If I can. But I must leave Fresne to-morrow morning." "Oh, I defy you to leave Fresne!" said M. de Talbrun.
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