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"I had only commenced the first phrase," said Perrine, evasively. "You don't ask me to believe that you have not read it?" "I have not yet translated it." "I ask you if you have read it." "I cannot reply to that." "Why not?" "Because M. Vulfran has forbidden me to speak of this letter." "You know very well that M. Vulfran and I are as one.
The Demoiselle Melite laughed a little her laughter, as I have told you, was high and delicate, with the resonance of thin glass and demanded the reason of his sudden grief. "I sigh," he answered, "for sorrow that this Dame Venus is dead." "Surely," said she, wondering at his glum face, "that is no great matter." "By Saint Vulfran, yes!"
But there were those who wished that he was dead so that they themselves could take M. Vulfran's place when he died. "Now, my dear child," said the governess, "you understand you live here in the home of M. Vulfran and you must be very discreet in this matter and not talk about it to Casimir's mother.
This time M. Vulfran clasped Perrine's hand in a sign for them to leave the place. She opened the door and they went down, while a murmur of voices accompanied them. When they reached the street M. Vulfran spoke: "You wanted me to know what that room was the first night when you slept there?" "I wanted you to know what kind of a place all the women who work for you have to sleep in.
"But, sir, it is impossible; I can't let you see it," she said obstinately. Laughingly he tried to take it from her, but she resisted him. "No, I will not let you have it," she said with determination. "Oh, this is a joke!" replied Theodore. "It is not a joke; I am very serious," said little Perrine. "Monsieur Vulfran forbade me to let anyone see this letter. I am obeying him."
"This is a great thing you are doing, Monsieur Vulfran," she said, with tears in her eyes, "and I will do all I can to make this work a success." "It is your pupil one must thank for it," said the blind man, "not I. Her words and suggestions have awakened something in my heart. I have stepped out on a new road. I am only at the first steps. It is nothing compared with what I intend to do."
These were the crèches where the little children, whose mothers were working in the factories, were kept. All the little children had their meals there, and many of them slept there. It was a home for them. M. Vulfran had bought up all the old houses, the tumble-down hovels and huts, and had built new cottages in their places.
Then as they passed from one hill to another, they found themselves overlooking the surrounding country, where new roofs and tall chimneys could be seen everywhere. M. Vulfran took Perrine's hand. "All that is your work, child," he said; "I only thought of business. See what you have done.
She was embarrassed, wondering if she ought not to tell M. Vulfran that she would do as he wished. While she stood hesitating she saw Bastien making signs to her which at first she did not understand. He held an imaginary book in one hand and appeared to be turning the pages with the other, then glanced at M. Vulfran and moved his lips as though he were reading. Suddenly Perrine understood.
Perrine stopped short in amazement, whilst Rosalie continue to step out. This made them jolt the basket, whereupon Rosalie plumped it down on the ground and stretched herself. "Ah, you think that fine, don't you?" said Rosalie, following Perrine's glance. "Why, it's beautiful," said Perrine, softly. "Well, old Monsieur Vulfran lives there all alone.
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