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Whilst Monsieur Rambaud pressed Helene's hand and sat down without speaking, smiling like one who felt quite at home, Jeanne threw her arms round the Abbe's neck. "Good-evening, dear friend," said she. "I've been so ill!" "So ill, my darling?" The two men at once showed their anxiety, the Abbe especially.
Meanwhile the Abbe had again begun walking from one to the other end of the room, and on passing the dining-room door he gently called Helene. "Come here and look!" She rose and did as he wished. Monsieur Rambaud had ended by seating Jeanne in his own chair; and he, who had at first been leaning against the table, had now slipped down at the child's feet.
Monsieur Rambaud had now become quite intimate with the Deberle family. "Well," said the doctor, "and how are you going to dress, Jeanne?" He got no further, for Malignon burst out: "I've got it! I've got it! Lucien must be a marquis of the time of Louis XV." He waved his cane with a triumphant air; but, as no one of the company hailed his idea with enthusiasm, he appeared astonished.
But the Abbe and Monsieur Rambaud were the first to scold her for thinking of such a thing. They would not hear of her going amongst the poor, as the sight affected her too grieviously. The last time she had been on such an expedition she had twice swooned, and for three days her eyes had been swollen with tears, that had flowed even in her sleep. "Oh! I will be good!" she pleaded.
There thronged into his mind the memories of other nights, when there had been the same warm perfume, the same close, calm atmosphere, the same deepening shadows shrouding the furniture and hangings. But there was no one now to come to him with outstretched hands as in those olden days. Monsieur Rambaud lay back in an arm-chair exhausted, seemingly asleep.
Ten minutes later, when Doctor Bodin made his appearance, she, with superhuman courage, regained her feet, and leaning on him and Monsieur Rambaud, contrived to return home. Jeanne followed, quivering with sobs. "I shall wait," said Doctor Deberle to his brother physician. "Come down and remove our fears." In the garden a lively colloquy ensued. Malignon was of opinion that women had queer ideas.
He had interested in his ventures a small group of Chicago men who were watching him Judah Addison, Alexander Rambaud, Millard Bailey, Anton Videra men who, although not supreme figures by any means, had free capital. He knew that he could go to them with any truly sound proposition.
"Oh, but it would have pleased me so!" exclaimed Pauline, who, despite her eighteen years and plump girlish figure, liked nothing better than to romp with a band of little ones. Meanwhile Helene sat at the foot of her tree working away, and raising her head at times to smile at the doctor and Monsieur Rambaud, who stood in front of her conversing.
Helene Mouret was living very happily in seclusion with her second husband, M. Rambaud, on the little estate which they owned near Marseilles, on the seashore; she had had no child by her second husband.
Alexander Rambaud, who was an admirer and follower of Cowperwood's, wondered whether the papers were lying, whether it really could be true that Cowperwood had a serious political compact with McKenty which would allow him to walk rough-shod over public opinion.
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