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You will greatly oblige me!" "Certainly, General, I shall do so." "For my part, I love her like a fool." "That is only right, General!" "Hum and what of Des Rameures?" "I think we shall agree, General!" "Bravo! we shall talk more of this later. Go and see her, my dear child!" Camors proceeded to the Rue St. Dominique, where Madame de la Roche-Jugan resided.
"My dear Mopsus," M. des Rameures said to the cure, "you were about to read us your sermon on superstition last Thursday, when you were interrupted by that joker who climbed the tree in order to hear you better. Now is the time to recompense us. Take this seat and we will all listen to you."
She had been left an orphan at an early age and educated by her mother's brother, M. des Rameures. Roland lived very near her Everything brought them together the wishes of the family, compatibility of fortune, their relations as neighbors, and a personal sympathy.
On leaving the table they went out of doors to enjoy the starlight evening, and M. des Rameures whose natural hospitality was somewhat heightened by a goblet of his own excellent wine said to Camors: "My dear Count, you eat honestly, you talk admirably, you drink like a man.
"I understand you, Elise," laughingly rejoined M. des Rameures, "but I must beg Monsieur de Camors to believe that I do not in any case intend to offend him. I shall also beg him to tolerate the monomania of an old man, and some freedom of language with regard to the only subject which makes him lose his sang froid."
It is true that during these rare visits Camors piqued himself on rendering Madame de Tecle and M. des Rameures all the duties of respectful gratitude.
The next evening he passed at the chateau of M. des Rameures; and though his heart was bleeding, he piqued himself on presenting an unclouded brow and an inscrutable smile to Madame de Tecle. He announced the brief absence he intended, and explained the reason. "You will present my best wishes to the General," said M. des Rameures. "I hope he may be happy, but I confess I doubt it devilishly."
His wife stood near him; and Camors had remarked that in all classes of society women have more wit and goodhumor than their husbands. Therefore he turned to her and said: "You see, my good woman, I am a stranger here. To whom does that house belong? Probably to Monsieur des Rameures?" "No, no," replied the woman, "Monsieur des Rameures lives much farther on." "Ah! Then who lives here?"
Regaining his usual good spirits, which had deserted him for a moment, he tried to draw out the old steward, who was waiting on him. He strove to glean from him some information of the Des Rameures; but the old servant, like every Norman peasant, held it as a tenet of faith that he who gave a plain answer to any question was a dishonored man.
She had been left an orphan at an early age and educated by her mother's brother, M. des Rameures. Roland lived very near her Everything brought them together the wishes of the family, compatibility of fortune, their relations as neighbors, and a personal sympathy.
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