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Updated: June 28, 2025
An old leaven of hatred had festered in Savinien's heart against Jeanne since the time when the younger branch of the Desvarennes had reason to fear that the superb heritage was going to the adopted daughter. Savinien had lost the fear, but had kept up the animosity. And everything that could happen to Jeanne of a vexing or painful nature would be witnessed by him with pleasure.
When the Vicomtesse de Portenduere came, the shuddering chill of reaction had succeeded in poor Sabine this first paroxysm of madness. "Ursula, I think I am going to die," she said. "What is the matter, dear?" "Where did Savinien and Calyste go after they dined with you yesterday?" "Dined with me?" said Ursula, to whom her husband had said nothing, not expecting such immediate inquiry.
"You know well enough that it is not so," sighed Savinien; "my aunt is opposed to it." "What a mistake!" cried Marechal, quickly. "I have heard Madame Desvarennes say more than twenty times how she regretted your being unemployed. Come into the firm, you will have a good berth in the counting-house." "In the counting-house!" cried Savinien, bitterly; "there's the sore point.
He did not recognize her when the doctor handed her into the coach and then sat down beside her to separate her from the young viscount. "I have some bills to give you," said the doctor to the young man. "I have brought all your papers and documents." "I came very near not getting off," said Savinien, "for I had to order linen and clothes; the Philistines took all; I return like a true prodigal."
Savinien seemed very confused at this demand, and as his aunt gave him an interrogative look, he confessed: "There are no drawings made as yet." "No drawings as yet?" cried the mistress. "Where then is your invention?" "It is here," replied Savinien, and with an inspired gesture he struck his narrow forehead. Madame Desvarennes and Marechal could not resist breaking out into a laugh.
"Well, you know," retorted Marechal, "if you began by overthrowing their theories " "That's it!" cried Savinien, triumphantly. "My mind is stronger than I; I must let my imagination have free run, and no one will ever know what that particular turn of mind has cost me. Even my family do not think me serious.
To see each other and not to part, that was the all of love to her; she saw nothing beyond it; and her pretty gesture and the petulant tone of her voice expressed such innocence that Savinien and the doctor were both moved by it. The resignation was written and despatched, and Ursula's fete received full glory from the presence of her betrothed.
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.
Why, Le Brede, my boy, you don't know anything!" cried Savinien in a bantering, jocose tone. "Because I don't know that lovely fair woman?" said Le Brede, in a piqued voice. "I don't profess to know the names of all the pretty women in Paris!" "In Paris? That woman from Paris? You have not looked at her. Come, open your eyes. Pure English style, my friend." The dandies roared with laughter.
He was now the comrade of the young Duc Georges de Maufrigneuse, lately married, like himself, to an heiress, Berthe de Cinq-Cygne; of the Vicomte Savinien de Portenduere, the Duc and Duchesse de Rhetore, the Duc and Duchesse de Lenoncourt-Chaulieu, and all the habitues of his mother-in-law's salon; and he fully understood by this time the differences that separated Parisian life from the life of the provinces.
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