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The old woman cut off two yards, and Perrine noticed that it was not white nor shiny like the one she had admired in the window. "Any more?" asked the shopkeeper when she had torn the calico with a sharp, dry rip. "I want some thread also," said Perrine; "a spool of white, number forty." Now it was Perrine's turn to leave the store with her little newspaper parcel hugged tightly to her heart.
"Ah, if I had only had my eyes," he cried as he gazed at Perrine's beautiful little face, "I should have recognized her at the first glance. What fools! Couldn't anyone have seen the likeness to her father? This time Talouel would have been right if he had said that he 'supposed'...." They did not let him use his eyes for long. Again the bandage was put on and was kept on for thirty days.
Perrine's eyes filled with fresh tears, soft tears which washed away the bitterness of the burning ones which for two days had flowed from her eyes. "How good you all are to me," she murmured. "One does what one can," said Grain-of-Salt. "One should not leave an honest little girl like you on the streets of Paris," said the Baroness.
Partly demolished by the hatred of the people upon the abolition of the Order, it had ever since lain waste, and had become the centre of all the ghostly traditions of the country; the locality of all the most horrid tales of REVENANTS told under the breath at Dame Perrine's hearth or at recreation hour at Bellaise. Her courage was not proof against spiritual terrors.
That is merely a matter of a few months, whilst all the lessons in the world would not teach her how to write if she had not been gifted with the sense of feeling and seeing in such a remarkable manner; that she can convey to others what she feels and sees. If you have time to let me read it to you, you will see that I have not exaggerated." The governess read Perrine's narrative to him.
Perrine was surprised at the tone of his reply and his smile; but she paid no more attention to it, as she was busy fussing about her grandfather so that he would not take cold. Presently Bastien came to say that the phaeton was ready. Perrine's eyes did not leave her grandfather as he walked forwards and down the steps alone. When they reached the last step a loud bray made her start.
Like everyone at Maraucourt, Mlle. Belhomme was concerned with M. Vulfran's health, and she had often spoken with Dr. Ruchon so she was in a position to satisfy Perrine's curiosity better than Rosalie could. Her grandfather had a double cataract. It was not incurable; if he were operated upon he might recover his sight.
But Perrine's presence had no effect upon the terrible aunt. Seeing Rosalie arrive at such an unusual hour, and noticing that her hand was wrapped up, she cried out shrilly: "Now, then, you've gone and hurt yourself, you lazy bones. I bet you did it on purpose." "Oh, I'm goin' to be paid," retorted Rosalie, scornfully. "You think so, do you?" "Monsieur Vulfran told me that I should."
When he said that his days were "empty" Perrine's heart went out to him. She also, since the death of her father and mother, knew what it was for the days to be long and empty, nothing to fill them but the anxiety, the fatigue, and the misery of the moment. No one to share them with you, none to uphold you, or cheer you. He had not known bodily fatigue, privations and poverty.
This advice, given with every kindness, did not tend to lessen Perrine's anxiety. She was dreading Madame Bretoneux's visit on the morrow. Her governess had not exaggerated the situation.
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