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Updated: June 23, 2025
Do you wish to see where I eat my dinner?" asked Marien, as he took her down the staircase leading to his dining-room. Fraulein Schult would have liked to go with them it was, besides, her duty. But she had not been asked to fulfil it. She hesitated a moment, and in that moment Jacqueline had disappeared.
"I don't know how to ride," said Jacqueline, still in the tone of a victim. "The doctor thinks riding would be good for you, and you have time enough yet to take some lessons. Mademoiselle Schult could take you nine or ten times to the riding-school. And I will go with you the first time," added M. de Nailles, in despair at not having been able to please her.
After all, M. de Nailles himself had given her her orders. She was to accompany Jacqueline, and do her crochet-work in one corner of the studio as long as the sitting lasted. All she could do was to obey. "And above all not a word to mamma, whatever she may ask you," said Jacqueline. And her father added, with a laugh, "Not a word." Fraulein Schult felt that she knew what was expected of her.
"But suppose we take our pose Stay! keep just as you are. Your hands before you, hanging down so. Your fingers loosely clasped that's it. Turn your head a little. What a lovely neck! how well her head is set upon it!" he cried, involuntarily. Jacqueline glanced at Fraulein Schult, who was at the farther end of the studio, busy with her crochet.
Then she went back to Fraulein Schult, who was still sitting in the place where she had left her, and said: "Let us go." The next time Madame de Nailles saw her stepdaughter she was dazzled by a radiant look in her young face. "What has happened to you?" she asked, "you look triumphant." "Yes I have good reason to triumph," said Jacqueline. "I think that I have won a victory." "How so?
"But suppose we take our pose Stay! keep just as you are. Your hands before you, hanging down so. Your fingers loosely clasped that's it. Turn your head a little. What a lovely neck! how well her head is set upon it!" he cried, involuntarily. Jacqueline glanced at Fraulein Schult, who was at the farther end of the studio, busy with her crochet.
"Yet I own that all the mystery that must attend on what you propose may put me to some embarrassment. How do you expect Jacqueline will be able to conceal " "Oh! easily enough. She walks out every day with Mademoiselle Schult. Well, Mademoiselle Schult will bring her to your studio instead of taking her to the Champs Elysees or to walk elsewhere."
Do you wish to see where I eat my dinner?" asked Marien, as he took her down the staircase leading to his dining-room. Fraulein Schult would have liked to go with them it was, besides, her duty. But she had not been asked to fulfil it. She hesitated a moment, and in that moment Jacqueline had disappeared.
In her turn, therefore, she confided to Fraulein Schult moved much as Midas had been, when for his own relief he whispered to the reeds that if she were sometimes idle, inattentive, "away off in the moon," as her instructors told her by way of reproach, it was caused by one ever-present idea, which, ever since she had been able to think or feel, had taken possession of her inmost being the idea of being loved some day by somebody as she herself loved.
It is not surprising that Fraulein Schult, after listening day after day to such recitals, with all the alternations of hope and of discouragement which succeeded one another in the mind of her precocious pupil, guessed, the moment that Jacqueline came to her, in a transport of joy, to ask her to go with her to the Rue de Prony, that the hero of the mysterious love-story was no other than Hubert Marien.
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