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"I said 'ONLY', Monsieur! Make the best of it!" answered Patoux, sticking his pipe into his mouth again, and resuming his smoke with undisturbed tranquillity. Cazeau hummed and hawed, he was irritated yet vaguely amused too at the singular self-assertion of these common folk who presumed to take their moral measurement of an Archbishop!
There was a faint tone of satire in his voice which struck Papa Patoux as exceedingly disagreeable, though he could not quite imagine why he found it so. He slowly reached for his pipe from the projecting shelf above the chimney, and as slowly proceeded to fill it with tobacco from a tin cannister close by.
"I have taught myself;" he said simply "Not out of books, perhaps, but out of nature. The trees and rivers, the flowers and birds have talked to me and explained many things; I have learned all I know from what God has told me." His voice was so gentle and tender that Madame Patoux was infinitely touched by its soft plaintiveness.
With this, the two dignitaries shook hands and the Archbishop took his leave. As he picked his way carefully down the rough stairs and along the dingy little passage of the Hotel Poitiers, he was met by Jean Patoux holding a lighted candle above his head to show him the way. "It is dark, Monseigneur," said Patoux apologetically.
I have seen him, yes! and at the sight of him a something in my throat rose up and choked me as it were, and stopped me from saying a rough word. Such a lonely gentle lad! one could not be harsh with him, and yet " "Yet! Oh, yes, I know!" said Patoux, finishing his coffee at a gulp and smiling, "Women will always be women, and a handsome face in girl or boy is enough to make fools of them all.
And when the rope goes, the sooner one sinks under the waves the better!" The Cardinal was still in his room alone with the boy Manuel, when Madame Patoux, standing at her door under the waving tendrils of the "creeping jenny" and shading her eyes from the radiance of the sun, saw her children approaching with Fabien Doucet between them.
Jean Patoux lifting his drowsy eyes gazed fixedly at the whitewashed ceiling, Madame, his wife, stood beside him watching the changes on Cazeau's yellow face and Martine sat down to take breath after her voluble outburst. "The boy!" muttered Cazeau again then he broke into a harsh laugh.
For the moment I have the honour to wish you good-night, Monsieur Patoux! and you also, Mesdames!" And he departed abruptly, in an anger which he was at no pains to disguise.
For you will not prove to me that there is any man living who has the right to take the joy out of a woman's soul and destroy it." "It is done every day!" said Midon with a careless shrug, "Women give themselves too easily!" "And men take too greedily!" said Patoux obstinately "What virtue there is in the matter is on the woman's side.
But I am trying my best to keep fast hold of our Lord, whatever the Church may do to me!" "Dear me!" said Cazeau blandly, turning with a smile and propitiatory air to Patoux who sat silently smoking, "Madame Doucet seems a little what shall we say? unduly excited?
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