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As she believed she knew him thoroughly, she thought he wished to avoid committing himself, or awakening public observation, before he had made up his mind. He acted thus to avoid disturbing the repose of both mother and daughter. Perhaps also the large fortune which seemed destined for Mademoiselle de Tecle might add to his scruples by rousing his pride.
"Lost, I fear; but everything depends on the time that has passed, the quantity they have taken, and the remedies I can procure." The old man consulted quickly with Madame de Tecle, who found she had not in her country pharmacy the necessary remedies, or counter-irritants, which the urgency of the case demanded.
What success rewarded her care the sequel of this narrative will show. It will suffice, for the present, to inform the reader that Mademoiselle de Tecle was a young girl of pleasing countenance, whose short neck was placed on shoulders a little too high. She was not beautiful, but extremely pretty, well educated, and much more vivacious than her mother.
"The face of Doctor Durocher is more cheerful." "Oh! how glad I am!" Both of them stumbled over a root, and laughed like two children for several minutes. "We shall soon be in the woods," said Madame de Tecle, "and I declare I can go no farther: good or bad, I choose this spot."
But speaking seriously, Madame, I thank you with all my heart. I feared to find in you a powerful enemy, and I find in you a strong neutral, almost an ally." "Oh! altogether an ally, however secret," responded Madame de Tecle, laughing. "I am glad to be useful to you; as I love General Campvallon very much, I am happy to enter into his views. Come here, Marie?"
But the calmness of Madame de Tecle at this terrible moment was that of the martyrs; for all that could have been suffered by the Christians under the claws of the tiger, or on the rack of the torturer, this mother was suffering at the hands of her best-beloved daughter.
A moment after he reappeared, bringing in his arms brushwood, and also a travelling-rug which his servant had brought him. He got on his knees in front of the rock, prepared the fagots, and lighted them with a match. When the flame began to flicker on the rustic hearth Madame de Tecle trembled with joy, and held out both hands to the blaze.
Well, then, prove it to me by accompanying me on the piano in this song of the sixteenth century." Camors complied with his usual good taste; and the song of the sixteenth century terminated the evening's entertainment; but the young Count, before leaving, found the means of causing Madame de Tecle the most profound astonishment.
The Comtesse de Camors and Madame de Tecle learned only through their servants and the public of the removal of the Count to a country-house he had rented near the Chateau Campvallon. After writing ten letters all of which he had burned he had decided to maintain an absolute silence. They sometimes trembled at the thought he might take away his son.
"Why?" "That question is in my exercise, to be said of a man who is 'beau, joli, distingue." "Handsome, nice, and charming," replied her mother. "Very well, mother, this gentleman, our neighbor, is altogether handsome, nice, and charming." "Silly child!" exclaimed Madame de Tecle, while the little girl rushed down the steps.
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