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He walked for a quarter of an hour, but neither saw her nor anyone resembling her. At last, he gave up the chase in despair. "I must have construed wrongly," he said to himself, "perhaps the person who was standing near the entrance to the cemetery was right, it was her ghost." He mournfully retraced his steps. It was really Adèle Rougeant that he had seen.
She did not finish. The servant perceived her plight, and, with a gesture, silenced her. She bustled her out into the vestibule, threw her a clean apron, bade her put it on, and proceeded to the cellar. She speedily caused or thought she caused all traces of the little girl's blunder to disappear. When she returned, Mr. Rougeant was talking to his daughter. He was saying: "Listen, Adèle.
Then he pictured her to himself: a tall overgrown country-lass, with hands like a working man's, and feet! well, one might just as well not think about them, they were repulsively large; it was a blessing that they were hidden from view. He was in the midst of his imaginations when Adèle Rougeant stepped into the kitchen.
"I am glad that you are here," quoth Mr. Rougeant. "It is not that I generally care for visitors, but you are always welcome. Besides, Adèle is gone and we shall pass the evening agreeably." "That's what I thought, uncle." Mr. Rougeant looked, at his nephew and wondered what ailed him. "Did you know she was gone?" he asked, and added: "Perhaps you met her down the road."
This little girl's mother had now been dead three years. Adèle was then only four years of age. "You will place our daughter at Miss Rader's school till she is seven years of age," were the instructions of Mrs. Rougeant to her husband on her death-bed. This was not all; Mr.
What was he going to question him about? Ah! he had perhaps seen her through the window, giving a letter to the old man and cautioning him. When they had finished breakfasting, Adèle, who began to hope her father had completely forgotten all about his workman, was very much annoyed when Mr. Rougeant told her to tell Jacques to come and speak to him.
Rougeant was solicited by his wife to place Adèle for ten years at a boarding-school in "the town," where she would receive an education such as pertained to her rank and fortune. Mr. Rougeant would gladly have sent his daughter to the parish school, till the age of fourteen. Afterwards, he would have had her taught to work.
He almost smiled, a very very rare thing for him to do; he was proud to think that people would say to each other: "Look, there is Mr. Rougeant, he is not a proud man." On the evening in question, the clergyman almost lost his speech and his senses when he saw Mr. Rougeant sitting beside his daughter.
"Oh!" answered the others, "how shocking." A party of elderly ladies were assembling just outside the churchyard gates. "Have you seen Mr. Rougeant?" they asked unanimously, as they approached one another. "Oh, yes," replied Mrs. Martin, "I was quite astounded when I saw him enter."
"Oh, it's disgusting," she thought; and a sickening sensation crept over her. "Will you give us a tune?" said Mr. Rougeant. "Do;" entreated Tom. Adèle took the violin from the table upon which she had placed it, passed the bow over the strings to ascertain if it was properly tuned, then slowly began playing. It was a simple piece, which did not demand exertion. She did not care what to play.
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