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But Madame Roubere impetuously seized her by the shoulders, and with a searching glance at her, repeated: "What is the matter with you? Tell me what is the matter with you. And if you tell me a falsehood, I'll soon find it out." They remained face to face, and Madame Henriette, who looked as if she were about to faint, had two pearly tears in the corners of her drooping eyes.
Madame Roubere rang for a lamp, and as soon as it was brought in, she scanned her sister's face, and was on the point of embracing her once more. But she held back, scared and astonished at the other's appearance. On her temples Madame Letore had two large locks of white hair.
Then, Madame Roubere, with a self-contained and serious air, said very gently: "You see, sister, very often it is not a man that we love, but love itself. And your real lover that night was the moonlight." The long promenade of La Croisette winds in a curve along the edge of the blue water.
"That is why I never married, and why I never go out of Paris." Madame Julie Roubere was expecting her elder sister, Madame Henriette Letore, who had just returned from a trip to Switzerland. The Letore household had left nearly five weeks before.
Without moving, Madame Roubere gazed at her in amazement, tears rising to her eyes, as she thought that some mysterious and terrible calamity must have befallen her sister. She asked: "What is the matter with you, Henriette?" Smiling with a sad face, the smile of one who is heartsick, the other replied: "Why, nothing, I assure you. Were you noticing my white hair?"
Madame Henriette had allowed her husband to return alone to their estate in Calvados, where some business required his attention, and had come to spend a few days in Paris with her sister. Night came on. In the quiet parlor Madame Roubere was reading in the twilight in an absent-minded way, raising her, eyes whenever she heard a sound.
But Madame Roubere impetuously seized her by the shoulders, and with a searching glance at her, repeated: "What is the matter with you? Tell me what is the matter with you. And if you tell me a falsehood, I'll soon find it out." They remained face to face, and Madame Henriette, who looked as if she were about to faint, had two pearly tears in the corners of her drooping eyes.
Madame Henriette had allowed her husband to return alone to their estate in Calvados, where some business required his attention, and had come to spend a few days in Paris with her sister. Night came on. In the quiet parlor Madame Roubere was reading in the twilight in an absent-minded way, raising her, eyes whenever she heard a sound.
Without moving, Madame Roubere gazed at her in amazement, tears rising to her eyes, as she thought that some mysterious and terrible calamity must have befallen her sister. She asked: "What is the matter with you, Henriette?" Smiling with a sad face, the smile of one who is heartsick, the other replied: "Why, nothing, I assure you. Were you noticing my white hair?"
Madame Roubere rang for a lamp, and as soon as it was brought in, she scanned her sister's face, and was on the point of embracing her once more. But she held back, scared and astonished at the other's appearance. On her temples Madame Letore had two large locks of white hair.
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