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Updated: June 30, 2025
Calyste is lost unless we marry him promptly. He loves Mademoiselle des Touches, an actress!" "In that case, send for Charlotte." "I have sent; my sister will receive my letter to-morrow," replied Mademoiselle de Pen-Hoel, bowing to the chevalier.
If he gets his meals at Les Touches, the devil's kitchen doesn't nourish him." "He is in love," said the chevalier, risking that opinion very timidly. "Come, come, old gray-beard, you've forgotten to put in your stake!" cried Mademoiselle de Pen-Hoel. "When you begin to think of your young days you forget everything."
Mademoiselle de Pen-Hoel possessed about seven thousand francs a year from the rental of lands. She had come into her property at thirty-six years of age, and managed it herself, inspecting it on horseback, and displaying on all points the firmness of character which is noticeable in most deformed persons.
The chevalier, according to his usual custom, accompanied Mademoiselle de Pen-Hoel to her house in the Place de Guerande, making remarks as they went along on the cleverness of the last play, on the joy with which Mademoiselle Zephirine engulfed her gains in those capacious pockets of hers, for the old blind woman no longer repressed upon her face the visible signs of her feelings.
Calyste wanted to stay longer, but he was forced to obey her imperious and imperative gesture. He went home gaily; he believed that in a week the beautiful Beatrix would love him. The players at mouche found him once more the Calyste they had missed for the last two months. Charlotte attributed this change to herself. Mademoiselle de Pen-Hoel was charming to him.
Mademoiselle de Pen-Hoel would almost invariably accuse the rector of cheating when he won the basket. "It is singular," he would reply, "that I never cheat except when I win the trick." Often the baron would forget where he was when the talk fell on the misfortunes of the royal house.
She rested her elbows on the table, put her head in her hands, and sat thinking for an hour, calling to memory the Marais, the village of Pen-Hoel, the perilous voyages on a pond in a boat untied for her from an old willow by little Jacques; then the old faces of her grandfather and grandmother, the sufferings of her mother, and the handsome face of Major Brigaut, in short, the whole of her careless childhood.
From a feeling of truly Breton pride, Jacqueline de Pen-Hoel, glad of the supremacy accorded to her old friend Zephirine and the du Guenics, always showed herself honored by her relations with Madame du Guenic and her sister-in-law.
"Nothing is the matter," replied Mademoiselle de Pen-Hoel; "but you should marry him at once." "Do you believe that marriage would divert his mind?" asked the chevalier. Charlotte looked reprovingly at Monsieur du Halga, whom she now began to think ill-mannered, depraved, immoral, without religion, and very ridiculous about his dog, opinions which her aunt, defending the old sailor, combated.
In church, when he gave the benediction, his hand was always first stretched out toward the chapel belonging to the Guenics, where their mailed hand and their device were carved upon the key-stone of the arch. "I thought that Mademoiselle de Pen-Hoel had already arrived," said the rector, sitting down, and taking the hand of the baroness to kiss it. "She is getting unpunctual.
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