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The father, after a few moments of silence, muttered: "What on earth can it mean?" Mme. Rosemilly began to laugh. "Why, a legacy, of course. I am sure of it. I bring good luck." But they did not expect the death of any one who might leave them anything. Mme.
Rosemilly, Jean, and his mother were planning an excursion to breakfast at Saint Jouin, from which they promised themselves the greatest pleasure; and Pierre was only sorry that he had not dined alone in some pot-house by the sea, so as to escape all this noise and laughter and glee which fretted him.
Are you gone mad by any chance?" Jean had pulled himself up. "I am not gone mad, but I have had enough of your manners to me." Pierre sneered: "To you? And are you any part of Mme. Rosemilly?" "You are to know that Mme. Rosemilly is about to become my wife." Pierre laughed the louder. "Ah! ha! very good.
What does my future mother-in-law say?" Mme. Roland replied with a rather melancholy smile: "I? Oh, I can say nothing. I can only thank you for having accepted Jean, for you will make him very happy." "We will do our best, mamma." Somewhat overcome, for the first time, Mme. Rosemilly rose, and throwing her arms round Mme.
On this long shelf of brushwood and grass, disrupted, as it seemed, by the shocks of a volcano, the fallen rocks seemed the wreck of a great ruined city which had once looked out on the ocean, sheltered by the long white wall of the overhanging cliff. "That is fine!" exclaimed Mme. Rosemilly, standing still.
It is enough to tell him what we have decided on." Mme. Rosemilly, not in the least surprised, only smiled, taking it as a matter of course, for the good man counted for so little. When Mme. Roland was in the street again with her son she said: "Suppose we go to your rooms for a little while. I should be glad to rest." She felt herself homeless, shelterless, her own house being a terror to her.
Rosemilly really enjoyed and cared for was the sail on the sea, and seeing that his lines hung motionless, had uttered in a spirit of unreasonable annoyance, that vehement "Tschah!" which applied as much to the pathetic widow as to the creatures he could not catch.
"Never mind," said Roland, "that is no reason for taking himself off like a savage." Mme. Rosemilly tried to smooth matters by saying: "Not at all, not at all. He has gone away in the English fashion; people always disappear in that way in fashionable circles if they want to leave early." "Oh, in fashionable circles, I dare say," replied Jean.
Jean felt his spirit rising with one of those sudden and furious rages which boil up in easy-going natures when they are wounded to the quick. He could hardly find breath to speak, so fierce was his excitement, and he stammered out: "I forbid you ever again to say 'the widow' when you speak of Mme. Rosemilly." Pierre turned on him haughtily: "You are giving me an order, I believe.
For my part, I should sooner fancy that it is about a marriage for Jean." Every one was surprised at the suggestion, and Jean was a little ruffled by his brother's having spoken of it before Mme. Rosemilly. "And why for me rather than for you? The hypothesis is very disputable. You are the elder; you, therefore, would be the first to be thought of. Besides, I do not wish to marry."
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