United States or Costa Rica ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Following out her train of thought, it was evident that M. de Restaud must of necessity have some kind of document in his possession by which any remaining property could be recovered and handed over to his son. "So she made up her mind to keep the strictest possible watch over the sick-room. She ruled despotically in the house, and everything in it was submitted to this feminine espionage.
"I met Mme. de Restaud at your ball, and this morning I went to see her. "You must have been very much in the way," said Mme. de Beauseant, smiling as she spoke. "Yes, indeed. I am a novice, and my blunders will set every one against me, if you do not give me your counsel.
Mme. de Restaud fled into the next room without waiting for Eugene to speak; shaking out the skirts of her dressing-gown in her flight, so that she looked like a white butterfly, and Maxime hurried after her. Eugene, in a fury, followed Maxime and the Countess, and the three stood once more face to face by the hearth in the large drawing-room.
I will be more than a father to you; if I had God's power, I would fling worlds at your feet. Why don't you kiss him, Nasie? He is not a man, but an angel, a angel out of heaven." "Never mind her, father; she is mad just now." "Mad! am I? And what are you?" cried Mme. de Restaud.
Maxime looked at Mme. de Restaud and shrugged his shoulders, as who should say, "If he is going to discuss nautical matters with that fellow, it is all over with us." Anastasie understood the glance that M. de Trailles gave her. With a woman's admirable tact, she began to smile and said: "Come with me, Maxime; I have something to say to you.
Let us leave these details, nauseating in the nature of them; but perhaps they may have given you some insight into all that this husband and wife endured; perhaps too they may unveil much that is passing in secret in other houses. "For two months the Comte de Restaud lay on his bed, alone, and resigned to his fate. Mortal disease was slowly sapping the strength of mind and body.
She saw the bed of death by the dim light of the single candle, and her tears flowed at the sight of her father's passive features, from which the life had almost ebbed. Bianchon with thoughtful tact left the room. "I could not escape soon enough," she said to Rastignac. The student bowed sadly in reply. Mme. de Restaud took her father's hand and kissed it. "Forgive me, father!
That is what that red color means! You like him, do you not? Come, speak out." Camille suddenly rose to go. "She loves him," Derville thought. Since that evening, Camille had been unwontedly attentive to the attorney, who approved of her liking for Ernest de Restaud.
But however admirable his behavior may be," the Vicomtesse added with a shrewd expression, "so long as his mother lives, any family would take alarm at the idea of intrusting a daughter's fortune and future to young Restaud." "I overheard a word now and again in your talk with Mlle. de Grandlieu," cried the friend of the family, "and it made me anxious to put in a word of my own.
It was as if a sudden light had pierced the obscurity of this upper world of Paris, and he began to see, though everything was indistinct as yet. Mme. Vauquer's lodging-house and Father Goriot were very far remote from his thoughts. "I thought that the Marcillacs were extinct," the Comte de Restaud said, addressing Eugene. "Yes, they are extinct," answered the law student.
Word Of The Day