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Updated: June 22, 2025
"Will you come with me to call on Mme. Rosemilly?" "Why, yes yes." "You know I must positively go to see her to-day." "Yes, yes. To be sure." "Why must you positively?" asked Roland, whose habit it was never to understand what was said in his presence. "Because I promised her I would." "Oh, very well. That alters the case."
The hangings were of Rouen cretonne imitating old Normandy chintz, and the Louis XV. design a shepherdess, in a medallion held in the beaks of a pair of doves gave the walls, curtains, bed, and arm-chairs a festive, rustic style that was extremely pretty! "Oh, how charming!" Mme. Rosemilly exclaimed, becoming a little serious as they entered the room. "Do you like it?" asked Jean. "Immensely."
Rosemilly, surprised and delighted, remained at his side, almost forgetful of her promise to Jean, who followed them in a dream, giving herself up entirely to the childish enjoyment of pulling the creatures out from among the waving sea-grasses. Roland suddenly exclaimed: "Ah, here comes Mme. Roland to join us."
He was seized with dread, a sudden and horrible dread of this shame being unveiled, and, turning about just as the door opened, he took the little painting and slipped it under the clock without being seen by his father and brother. When he met his mother's eyes again they seemed to him altered, dim, and haggard. "Good evening," said Mme. Rosemilly. "I have come to ask you for a cup of tea."
The path, now less steep, was here almost a road, zigzagging between the huge rocks which had at some former time rolled from the hill-top. Mme. Rosemilly and Jean set off at a run and they were soon on the beach. They crossed it and reached the rocks, which stretched in a long and flat expanse covered with sea-weed, and broken by endless gleaming pools.
Rosemilly, who was afraid to touch them, for fear of the sharp, serrated crest which arms their heads. However, she made up her mind to it, and taking them up by the tip of their long whiskers she dropped them one by one into her creel, with a little seaweed to keep them alive.
They had now reached the dwelling of Mme. Rosemilly. She lived on the road to Sainte-Adresse, on the second floor of a large tenement which she owned. The windows commanded a view of the whole roadstead. On seeing Mme. Roland, who entered first, instead of merely holding out her hands as usual, she put her arms round her and kissed her, for she divined the purpose of her visit.
Now I see her bows here she comes here she is! Gracious Heavens, what a ship! Look! Look!" Mme. Rosemilly and Beausire looked behind them, the oarsmen ceased pulling; only Mme. Roland did not stir. The immense steamship, towed by a powerful tug, which, in front of her, looked like a caterpillar, came slowly and majestically out of the harbour.
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