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"Meantime I know all about your affairs, and have just got information, by Brown's last letter, that you are said to be on the point of forming an advantageous match with a pursy, little Belgian schoolmistress a Mdlle. Zenobie, or some such name. Won't I have a look at her when I come over!
"Just what they said about what poor Zenobie told me that it was a horrid dreadful story, that they had paid her every penny they owed her." "Well, perhaps they had," said Pemberton. "Perhaps they've paid you!" "Let us pretend they have, and n'en parlons plus." "They accused her of lying and cheating" Morgan stuck to historic truth. "That's why I don't want to speak to them."
I wish I could stay to do more, for the sake of old times. I came to see Mr. Richling, Madame Zénobie; is he in? Dr. Sevier wants him." Richling? Why, the Richlings did not live there! The Doctor must know it. Why should she be made responsible for this mistake? It was his oversight. They had moved long ago. Dr. Sevier had seen them looking for apartments. Where did they live now?
Most of the people were merely curious, others felt sorry, others were angry, knowing that what had happened to this girl that day might happen the next day, at any moment, to their fathers, husbands, and children. Was not everyone in Maraucourt employed at the factory? "You come on in with me," said Rosalie, when they reached the house; "then perhaps Aunt Zenobie won't say much."
Those who counted on being the master there, 'cause he fell ill have been put in their places." She lowered her voice. "His nephews and Talouel; they're the ones I mean." Aunt Zenobie came to the door. "Say, Rosalie, have you finished, you young loafer?" she called. "I've only just this minute got through," answered Rosalie, defiantly. "Well, there are some customers to wait on ... come on."
"Oh, when you like," replied Rosalie carelessly, "only let me tell you this, if you see Aunt Zenobie in the yard or at the door you had better not come in. She doesn't want to see you here. If you come it is better to come in the evening, then she ... she is busy." Perrine went to the factory very saddened by this welcome. What had she done that she could not go into the house?
"I hope his father has not come to take him away, for we shall be very sorry to lose him?" "I don't know whether he will be allowed to go without being exchanged," answered Rayner; and he gave an account of the wreck of the Zenobie and the arrangement which had been made for sending the survivors of her crew back to France. "That is very kind and generous of our good king.
"Yes, and he would have been," said Mombleux, smiling, "if certain ones who wanted his help had not done all they could to keep him." Perrine became all attention. "They'll make a face when they see that he's gone, but I'll give William his due: he didn't know that he was spying." They were silent while Zenobie came in to change the plates.
Of course there was no parade; but Dr. Sevier gave a neat little dinner. Mary and Laura were its designers; Madame Zénobie was the master-builder and made the gumbo. One word about the war, whose smoke was over all the land, would have spoiled the broth. But no such word was spoken.
Madame Zénobie was just coming up the front steps from the garden, pulling herself up upon the veranda wearily by the balustrade. She came forward, and, with graceful acknowledgment, accepted the physician's outstretched hand and courtesied. "Here's Madame Zénobie, I say; you seem to get along with her." Mary smiled again, looked up at the standing quadroon, and replied in a low voice:
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