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Mademoiselle Virginie, missing her friend suddenly, turned back toward the palace to look after her, and was rather surprised to see Brigida slip out of the wicket-gate. There were two oil lamps burning on pillars outside the doorway, and their light glancing on the Italian's face, as she passed under them, showed that she was smiling.
"So Finot will sell his paper to the highest bidder among the Ministers, just as he sells favorable notices to Mme. Bastienne and runs down Mlle. Virginie, saying that Mme. Bastienne's bonnets are superior to the millinery which they praised at first!" said Lucien, recollecting that scene in the office. "My dear fellow, you are a simpleton," Lousteau remarked drily.
No one spoke at first; all kept their noses in their glasses, enjoying their coffee. "It's not bad, all the same," declared Clemence. But she was seized with a fit of coughing, and almost choked. She leant her head against the wall to cough with more force. "That's a bad cough you've got," said Virginie. "Wherever did you catch it?"
Mademoiselle has enjoyed her omelet? Yes?" Magda nodded. "Yes, Virginie, I've enjoyed it. And I think your niece was certainly a brave fille. I'm glad she's happy now." For long after Virginie had left her, Magda sat quietly thinking. The story of the old Frenchwoman's niece had caught hold of her imagination. Like herself she had sinned, though differently.
The flurry of broken, scattered phrases, half-tearfully, half-smilingly welcoming her back, had spent themselves, and now old Virginie, drawing away, regarded her with bewildered, almost frightened eyes. "Mais, mon dieu!" she muttered. "Mon dieu!" Then with a sudden cry: "Cherie! Cherie! What have they done to thee? What have they done?" "Done to me?" repeated Magda in puzzled tones. "Oh, I see!
This was what Gervaise had been dreading. She guessed that the subject of Lantier and Adele would now come up. Virginie had moved close to Gervaise so as not to be overheard by the others. Gervaise, lulled by the excessive heat, felt so limp that she couldn't even summon the willpower to change the subject.
He found out that the first meeting between the Norman and Virginie was no accidental, isolated circumstance. Pierre was torturing him with his accounts of daily rendezvous: if but for a moment, they were seeing each other every day, sometimes twice a day. And Virginie could speak to this man, though to himself she was coy and reserved as hardly to utter a sentence.
The slumberous folds of the curtains are drawn with stately gloom around a high bed, where Colonel de Frontignac has been for many hours quietly asleep; but opposite, resting with one elbow on the toilette table, her long black hair hanging down over her night-dress, and the brush lying listlessly in her hand, sits Virginie, looking fixedly into the dreamy depths of the mirror.
Afterwards she had given herself up to despair, and gradually almost imperceptibly at first her health had declined until finally, at the urgent representations of Virginie, Hugh had called in Dr. Lancaster. "There is no specific disease," he had said. "But none the less" looking very directly at Hugh "your wife is dying, Vallincourt."
But Virginie she took me away from the whole world, and I lost you, as well as herself, for that one brief month of happiness." His eyes filled up with tears. Though he was wooing his third bride, he did not conceal his regret for his second.
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