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And if you desire to please me, you will even take him into your own office." Morange, who was seated in front of her on the other side of the chimney-piece, gave her a look of surprise. "But I am not the master," he replied; "apply to the master, he will certainly do whatever you ask." "No, I do not wish to be indebted to Denis in any way. Besides, that would not suit my plans.
"What! is he being brought up here to me?" exclaimed Constance turning pale, and her involuntary cry would have sufficed to enlighten the accountant had he needed it. "He is being brought to me here!" It was not Morange who answered; he was stupefied by the blow.
Then once more the thought of Blaise came back to her, imperative, all-absorbing; and it suddenly occurred to her that if she made haste home she would be able to see Morange alone in his office and ascertain many things from him before the others arrived. It was evident that the accountant must know something of the partnership scheme, even if it were as yet only in a preliminary stage.
Nothing, no stir, no sound of footsteps, had yet ascended from the works. What could be happening then? Was the hateful thing, the dreaded thing, merely a nightmare after all? Yet Morange had really sneered in her face, she had fully understood him. Had not a howl, the thud of a fall, just reached her ears? And now, had not the rumbling of the machinery ceased?
"Just look at her running about! so girlish still, as if she were not almost old enough to be married." Morange slowly raised his head and looked at his daughter. And a smile returned to his eyes, still moist with tears. Day by day his adoration increased. As Reine grew up he found her more and more like her mother, and all his thoughts became centred in her.
But with those little folks one is never free from anxiety." She then began to make her preparations for the night; but Mathieu, instead of imitating her, sat down at the table where the lamp stood, and drew the money paid to him by Morange from his pocket. When he had counted those three hundred francs, those fifteen louis, he said in a bitter, jesting way, "The money hasn't grown on the road.
It has a stylish appearance, eh?" Mathieu then perceived a lofty modern pile, ornamented with balconies and sculpture work, which looked quite out of place among the poor little houses predominating in the district. "Why, it is a palace!" he exclaimed, in order to please Morange, who thereupon drew himself up quite proudly. "You will see the staircase, my dear fellow!
In point of fact her sister-in-law, Constance, hated her, but with her usual boldness she treated the matter as a joke. "We talked about Dr. Gaude," she resumed; "I fancied that she wanted to ask for his address; but she did not dare." "Dr. Gaude!" interrupted Morange. "Ah! yes, a friend of my wife's spoke to her about him. He's a wonderfully clever man, it appears.
And he simply finished by asking the other to come to see him on the following evening, though not before six o'clock, as he desired to see Alexandre and learn how the interview passed off, and what Constance might require of the young man. The ensuing night, the ensuing day, must have been full of abominable torment for Morange.
"It is magnificent, is it not?" said she; "far better than the few trees that one can see from the quay." The servant was now bringing the boiled eggs and they took their seats at table, while Morange victoriously explained that the place altogether cost him sixteen hundred francs a year. It was cheap indeed, though the amount was a heavy charge on Morange's slender income.
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