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Celia was not greatly disconcerted by Mme. Rossignol's precautions. She would have to be a little more careful, and Mme. de Montespan would be a little longer in responding to the call of Mme. Dauvray than most of the other dead ladies of the past had been. But that was all. She was, however, really troubled in another way.
M. Rossignol's voice seemed coming from an infinite distance, and as it came, the mist slowly passed from her eyes. "You will know, Mademoiselle Rosalie," he was saying, "that while I suggested that the secrets of his breast might well be bared to you, I meant that as an honest lady and faithful postmistress they were not.
She wore a white coat, but it was open in front and showed her evening frock of pale green. When she lifted her skirt I saw the buckles sparkling on her satin shoes. It was the young lady for whom you are advertising, I am sure. She remained standing just for a moment without moving, while Mme. Rossignol got out. I was surprised to see a young lady of such distinction in Mme. Rossignol's company.
M. Rossignol's voice seemed coming from an infinite distance, and as it came, the mist slowly passed from her eyes. "You will know, Mademoiselle Rosalie," he was saying, "that while I suggested that the secrets of his breast might well be bared to you, I meant that as an honest lady and faithful postmistress they were not.
"There is no use; he has been gone several days," he said. "Gone gone!" said the Cure. "I came to see him yesterday, and not finding him, I asked at the post-office." M. Rossignol's voice lowered. "He told Mrs. Flynn he was going into the hills, so Rosalie says." The Cure's face fell. "He went away also just before the play began. I almost fear that that we get no nearer.
The train of her dress caught in the door, and she turned round, stooped, freed it with her hand, and held it up off the ground. The night was clear, and there was a lamp in the street close by the door of Mme. Rossignol's house. As she turned I saw her face under the big green hat. It was very pretty and young, and the hair was fair.
"There is no use; he has been gone several days," he said. "Gone gone!" said the Cure. "I came to see him yesterday, and not finding him, I asked at the post- office." M. Rossignol's voice lowered. "He told Mrs. Flynn he was going into the hills, so Rosalie says." The Cure's face fell. "He went away also just before the play began. I almost fear that that we get no nearer.
For if I had obeyed my husband I might have lost four thousand francs. And four thousand francs are not to be sneezed at by a poor woman whose husband lies in bed. "I saw the carriage stop at Mme. Rossignol's house. Almost at once the house door was opened by the old servant, although the hall of the house and all the windows in the front were dark. That was the first thing that surprised me.
Then he took the chauffeur's seat, and the car glided silently down the drive and out by the gate. As soon as it was on the road it stopped. In an instant Adele Rossignol's head was out of the window. "What is it?" she exclaimed in fear. Wethermill pointed to the roof. He had left the light burning in Helene Vauquier's room. "We can't go back now," said Adele in a frantic whisper. "No; it is over.
He kept repeating it over and over again with vain pride. The truth of M. Rossignol's aphorisms had been demonstrated several days before.
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