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"Father; if ever you require our aid; if ever you feel that you would like to speak to us or to see us, do not hesitate; a daughter's and a son-in-law's love will you always find in us." "Your affectionate daughter, Frank was smiling. "I think that will do very nicely," he said. When Mr. Rougeant read his daughter's missive, he uttered a cry of contempt.
Formerly, he found great pleasure in doing so; but now, the sound of the precious metal awoke no feeling of satisfaction within his heart as it used to do, but rung in his ears with a funereal sound. He thought it foretold his doom. He continued thus for weeks, a miserable, ill-humoured, irritated and troubled man. The month of August came, warm almost to suffocation. Mr. Rougeant often felt cold.
After a few moments of silence, he raised his small and constantly flickering eyes, and asked in a sour tone: "Where have you been all this time?" "I have been speaking to Maît Jacques," she replied. "The whole time." "Yes, all the time." "Only to him?" "Yes, to him alone." Mr. Rougeant was satisfied. The idea of disbelieving his daughter never entered his head.
"And he told you that he would come?" "Yes, Miss; he gave me a letter for you but I must not give it to you now, I fancy Mr. Rougeant is watching us." "You are quite right, leave it in the stable when you go there and I will fetch it. Has my father asked any questions?" "Not one; he looks very sad." "He is.
Rougeant was perfectly right in keeping away from people, who had nothing to do when they came out of church but to backbite their neighbours. In future, she too would shun these sophisticated people. And puffing and blowing; gesticulating and perspiring; soliloquizing and threatening, she retook possession of her home, sweet home. "Good-morning, Mr.
All at once, it flashed upon him, he remembered that person. That form, that face, belonged to Adèle Rougeant. He hastily left the graveyard and almost ran down the walk. One of the two persons who were standing near the gate said: "That man has seen a ghost." Frank smiled as he overheard the remark, and, thinking that the young lady had proceeded past the gate, he went in that direction.
"Un peu, mademoiselle," said Adèle, and the door opened. The dreaded form of Miss Euston entered the room. "Dis is de yong Ma'm'sel Rougeant," said the French lady, introducing Adèle to the newly-arrived lady.
The worshippers thought not of the prayers as they were being read, or the audience of the sermon, as it was being delivered; they thought of Mr. Rougeant. And, when the people came out of the church, instead of the usual remarks about the weather, folks said to one another: "Have you seen Mr. Rougeant." "Yes," answered the more composed, "it is not often one sees him about here."
He hastily retreated farther away and watched the trio. He could easily see them without being seen. The light that came from inside the house, and that from the candle, shone full on the group. He saw Mr. Rougeant pick up the prostrate figure, set the man on his feet, and, after having shut the gate after him, return inside. This man, who walked with such an unsteady gait, was Tom Soher.
The two were ushered into a small, but prettily furnished drawing-room. After a few moments, Mdlle. Parmier entered the room, and after having conversed in French for a few minutes with Mr. Rougeant, the latter withdrew, bidding good-bye to his daughter who watched him disappear with a dazed and stupefied air. "Is this a dream?" she thought. "Ah! would that it were."
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