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Butter would not melt in his mouth. Some of the women were sorry for him, until they knew he had given one of Jean Jacques' best bear-skin rugs to Madame Palass Poucette for a New Year's gift." The Big Financier laughed cheerfully. "It's an old way to popularity being generous with other people's money. That is why I am here.
Suppose I do lose the money I didn't earn it; it was earned by Palass Poucette, and he'd understand, if he knew. I can live without the money, if I have to, but you would pay it back, I know. You oughtn't to take any extra risks. If your daughter should come back and not find you here, if she returned to the Manor Cartier, and " He made an insistent gesture. "Hush!
Suppose I do lose the money I didn't earn it; it was earned by Palass Poucette, and he'd understand, if he knew. I can live without the money, if I have to, but you would pay it back, I know. You oughtn't to take any extra risks. If your daughter should come back and not find you here, if she returned to the Manor Cartier, and " He made an insistent gesture. "Hush!
"The news ah, nom de Dieu, the slowness of the woman like a river going uphill!" exclaimed Jean Jacques, who was finding it hard to still the trembling of his limbs. The widow of Palass Poucette flushed, but she had some sense in her head, and she realized that Jean Jacques was a little unbalanced at the moment.
The light in his eyes flamed up, died down, flamed up again, and presently it covered all his face, as he grasped what she meant. "Wonder of God, do you forget?" he asked. "I am married married still, Virginie Poucette. There is no divorce in the Catholic Church no, none at all. It is for ever and ever." "I said nothing about marriage," she said bravely, though her face suffused.
He was working himself up to a point where he could forget all the things that trouble humanity, in the inebriation of an idealistic soul which had a casing of passion, but the passion of the mind and not of the body; for Jean Jacques had not a sensual drift in his organism. It was a godsend to Jean Jacques to have such an inspiration as Virginie Poucette had given him.
But as Jean Jacques walked away with his little book of philosophy in his pocket, and the bird-cage in his hand, someone sobbed. M. Fille turned and saw. It was Virginie Poucette. Fortunately for Virginie other women did the same, not for the same reason, but out of a sympathy which was part of the scene.
"Virginie Poucette that's a good name," he remarked; "and also good for two thousand dollars!" He paused to smile contentedly over his own joke. "And good for a great deal more than that too," he added with a nod. "Yes, ten times as much as that," she responded quickly, her eyes fixed on his face.
No, I will not, for " "As to that, we keep a tavern," she returned. "You can come the same as the rest of the world. The company is mixed, but there it is. You needn't eat off the same plate, as they say in Quebec." Quebec! He looked at her with the face of one who saw a vision. How like Virginie Poucette the brave, generous Virginie how like she was!
Virginie Poucette had divined his purpose when he began the tour of the house, and going by a roundabout way, she had placed herself where she could speak with him alone before he left the place for ever if that was to be. She was not sure that his exit was really inevitable not yet.
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