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She, too, was selling flowers, while at the same time she was helping Madame de Nailles with her toys; but she was selling with that decorum and graceful reserve which custom prescribes for young girls. "Fred, I do hope you will wear no roses but mine. Those you have are frightful. They make you look like a village bridegroom. Take out those things; come!
At last, after being long entreated, she was sure that M. and Madame de Nailles would end by giving their consent they were so fond of Marien. Standing there, dreaming this dream, which gave her face an expression of extreme happiness, Jacqueline made a most admirable model.
In secret she often asked herself, with the keen insight of a woman of the world well trained in artifice and who possessed a thorough knowledge of mankind, whether there might not be women capable of using a young girl so as to put the world on a wrong scent; whether, in other words, Madame de Villegry did not talk everywhere about M. de Cymier's attentions to Mademoiselle de Nailles in order to conceal his relations to herself?
He added, "She is so eager to give her pleasure." Marien shook his head with an air of uncertainty. "Are you sure that such a portrait would be really acceptable to Madame de Nailles?" "How can you doubt it?" said the Baron, with much astonishment. "A portrait of her daughter! done by a great master?
After all, M. de Nailles himself had given her her orders. She was to accompany Jacqueline, and do her crochet-work in one corner of the studio as long as the sitting lasted. All she could do was to obey. "And above all not a word to mamma, whatever she may ask you," said Jacqueline. And her father added, with a laugh, "Not a word." Fraulein Schult felt that she knew what was expected of her.
There, now! suppose, instead of quarrelling with me, you were to go and cast yourself into the arms of your cousin Fred." "Fred! Fred d'Argy! Fred is at Brest." "Where are your eyes, my dear child? He has just come in with his mother." And at that moment Madame de Nailles, with her pure, clear voice a voice frequently compared to that of Mademoiselle Reichemberg, called: "Jacqueline!"
Of course, Jacqueline had the advantage of good birth over Berthe, but how great was her inferiority in point of fortune! M. de Nailles sometimes confided these perplexities to his wife, without, however, receiving much comfort from her. Nor did the Baroness confess to her husband all her own fears.
"But I can not see any reason why we should not take Jacqueline with us to Italy. She is just of an age to profit by it." These words were spoken by M. de Nailles after a long silence at the breakfast-table. They startled his hearers like a bomb. Jacqueline waited to hear what would come next, fixing a keen look upon her stepmother. Their eyes met like the flash of two swords.
She wished to give no opening to any expressions of sympathy on the part of Madame de Nailles. "Poor Madame d'Avrigny," she added, "has bad luck; all her actors seem to be leaving her." This speech was the vain bravado of a young soldier going into action.
When M. de Nailles, several weeks before his death, had asked to be excused and to stay at home instead of attending some large gathering, his wife, and even Jacqueline, would try to convince him that a little amusement would be good for him; they were unwilling to leave him to the repose he needed, prescribed for him by the doctors, who had been unanimous that he must "put down the brakes," give less attention to business, avoid late hours and over-exertion of all kinds.
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