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Updated: June 21, 2025
They not only took their hats off as though he saw them, but they said his name. "Good morning, sir!... Good morning, Monsieur Vulfran!" And to a great number he was able to reply by their names: "Good morning, Jacque!" ... "Good morning, Pascal!" He knew the voices of all those who had long been in his employ.
Of her own accord, Coco stopped before the wide steps where an old servant, warned by the lodge-keeper's bell, stood waiting. "Are you there, Bastien?" asked M. Vulfran, without getting down. "Yes, sir." "Then take this young girl to the butterfly room, which is to be hers in the future. See that everything is given to her that she needs. Set her plate opposite to mine at table.
Until then Perrine had not taken the liberty of having the hood of the phaeton pulled up, if she thought the day was chilly, nor had she dared advise M. Vulfran to put on an overcoat nor suggest that he have a scarf around his neck; neither did she dare close the window in the study if the evening was too cool, but from the moment that Mme.
Pipoy, with its red roofs and quaint church, and over the railway tracks which unites the towns wherein Vulfran Paindavoine has his factories, and which joins the main line to Boulogne. As Perrine passed the pretty church the people were coming out from mass.
"I don't know the words used in various trades, because they use words that I have never heard, and I don't know the meaning of them," said Perrine. "You see, Benoist," said M. Paindavoine quickly; "what this little girl says is so; that shows she is not stupid." "She looks anything but that," answered Benoist. "Well, perhaps we shall be able to manage somehow," said M. Vulfran.
He referred to the cabin on the island where she had lived for a time the preceding year. It remained fondly in his mind. She drove on to the entrance and helped her grandfather alight at the path. The cabin seemed just the same as when Perrine left it. "How strange," said M. Vulfran, "that only a few steps from a great industrial center you were able to live the life of a savage here."
Hah, Saint Vulfran! why should I not? Why should a man not love his cousin?" Adhelmar grinned, while the vicomte twitched his beard and wished Adhelmar at the devil. But the young knight stuck fast at Puysange, for all that, and he and Melite were much together. Daily they made parties to dance, and to hunt the deer, and to fish, but most often to rehearse songs. For Adhelmar made good songs.
"Sent off for continual drunkenness," said M. Vulfran, smiling. "I had supposed that you would take this step eventually," said Talouel. "Exactly," replied his employer briefly. Talouel had established his power in the house by these two words, "I suppose." His aim was to persuade his chief that he was so devoted to his interests that he was able to foresee every wish that he might have.
That's one of the conditions that I made. I'll do what I say. I don't want any meeting of that sort here." "There have been some at Flexelles." "Flexelles is not Maraucourt. I do not want the people of my village to become like those at Flexelles. It's my duty to guard against that. You understand? Tell Omer what I say. Good day, Françoise." "Good day, Monsieur Vulfran."
She stood there undecided, thinking that as it was M. Vulfran who had sent for her, it would be he who would send her away or keep her. He came at his usual hour, led by the manager, who gave him an account of the orders that the engineer had given and the observations that he had made. But it appeared that he was not completely satisfied.
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