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Updated: June 28, 2025
"You do not disturb me, Monsieur Savinien; at least not often enough, for be it said, without reproaching you, it is more than three months since we have seen anything of you. There, the post is finished. I was writing the last addresses." And taking a heavy bundle of papers off the desk, Marechal showed them to Savinien. "Gracious! It seems that business is going on well here."
The door of the room in which Monsieur and Mademoiselle Herzog, Marechal and Savinien were, opened, and Madame Desvarennes entered, followed by her daughter, Cayrol, Serge and Pierre. The room, at the extreme end of the villa, was square, surrounded on three sides by a gallery shut in by glass and stocked with greenhouse plants. Lofty archways, half veiled with draperies, led to the gallery.
Remember, my darling child, that you must obey a wish that has made the happiness of my whole life; a wish that will force me to ask the intervention of God should you disobey me. But, to guard against all scruples in your dear conscience for I well know how ready it is to torture you you will find herewith a will in due form bequeathing these certificates to Monsieur Savinien de Portenduere.
This rigid conduct, together with her modesty and her resignation to a life of poverty after the enjoyment of luxury and the fond indulgence of all her wishes, deeply impressed certain persons. Ursula won the respect of others, and no voice was raised against her. Even the heirs, once satisfied, did her justice. Savinien admired the strength of character of so young a girl.
While speaking, Savinien had become animated and had regained his self- possession. He believed in his scheme, and was ready to pledge his future. He argued that his aunt could not blame him for giving proof of his energy and daring, and he discoursed in bombastic style. "That's enough!" cried Madame Desvarennes, interrupting her nephew's oration. "I am very fond of mills, but not word-mills.
"No more than a dagger is a murderer." "I beg your pardon," said Savinien. "Are you revenged enough?" said Goupil, with ferocious irony; "will you stop here?" "Reciprocal pardon and forgetfulness," replied Savinien. "Give me your hand," said the clerk, holding out his own. "It is yours," said Savinien, swallowing the shame for Ursula's sake. "Now speak; who made you do this thing?"
When Ursula heard that Savinien would have to say at least a week longer in jail she begged her godfather to let her go there, if only once. Old Minoret refused. The uncle and niece were staying at a hotel in the Rue Croix des Petits-Champs where the doctor had taken a very suitable apartment.
"He is not only a great musician," said Ursula, "but a man of adorable simplicity of nature." "Those lessons must cost a great deal," remarked Desire. The players smiled ironically. When the game was over the doctor, who had hitherto seemed anxious and pensive, turned to Savinien with the air of a man who fulfills a duty.
The certainty that the venomous Goupil would in some way be fatal to them made Ursula tremble; but she controlled herself, conscious of unspeakable pleasure in seeing that Savinien shared her emotion. "He is not handsome, that clerk of Monsieur Dionis," said Savinien, when Goupil had closed the door. "What does it signify whether such persons are handsome or ugly?" said Madame de Portenduere.
"I repeat it, Savinien; I shall never love any one but you, and I will be yours alone." Seeing that Ursula was half-hidden by the creepers, the young man could not deny himself the happiness of pressing her to his heart and kissing her forehead; but she gave a feeble cry and dropped upon the bench, and when Savinien sat beside her, entreating pardon, he saw the doctor standing before them.
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