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Updated: June 11, 2025
A friend of Zephirine du Guenic, Jacqueline de Pen-Hoel, brought up to adore the Breton grandeur of the du Guenics, had formed, ever since the birth of Calyste, the plan of transmitting her property to the chevalier by marrying him to whichever of her nieces the Vicomtesse de Kergarouet-Pen-Hoel, their mother, would bestow upon him.
At the least motion Calyste made, a singular commotion stirred within him, as if the flame of his own life were flickering. The baroness no longer left the room where Zephirine sat knitting in the chimney-corner in horrible uneasiness.
We are in quite another latitude, in fact; we have left the North for the East, but the darkness is just as thick as before." "If the ode is obscure, the declaration is very clear, it seems to me," said Zephirine. "And the archangel's armor is a tolerably thin gauze robe," said Francis.
And Lucien submissively signed in the place indicated beneath her name. "M. de Senonches, would you have recognized M. de Rubempre?" she continued, and the insolent sportsman was compelled to greet Lucien. She returned to the drawing-room on Lucien's arm, and seated him on the awe-inspiring central sofa between herself and Zephirine.
Zephirine had succeeded in making a valetudinarian of her factotum; she coddled him and doctored him; she crammed him with delicate fare, as if he had been a fine lady's lap-dog; she embroidered waistcoats for him, and pocket-handkerchiefs and cravats until he became so used to wearing finery that she transformed him into a kind of Japanese idol. Their understanding was perfect.
Here's one hundred and four louis," cried Zephirine. "Is that enough?" "What is all this?" asked the Chevalier du Halga, who now came in, unable to understand the attitude of his old blind friend, holding out her petticoat which was full of gold coins. Mademoiselle de Pen-Hoel explained.
When "Beatrix" was first published, in 1839, the volume ended with the following paragraph: "Calyste, rich and married to the most beautiful woman in Paris, retains a sadness in his soul which nothing dissipates, not even the birth of a son at Guerande, in 1839, to the great joy of Zephirine du Guenic.
"I shall lecture Calyste to-morrow morning," said the baron, whom the others had thought asleep. "I do not wish to go out of this world without seeing my grandson, a little pink and white Guenic with a Breton cap on his head." "Calyste doesn't say a word," said old Zephirine, "and there's no making out what's the matter with him. He doesn't eat; I don't see what he lives on.
"Les Touches belongs to you," said my divine, dear mother-in-law. "If Calyste had never set foot in Les Touches!" cried my aunt Zephirine, shaking her head. "He would not be my husband," I added. "Then you know what happened there?" said my mother-in-law, slyly. "It is a place of perdition!" exclaimed Mademoiselle de Pen-Hoel.
Though the two servants were accustomed to this stern regime, and no orders need ever have been given to them, for the interests of their masters were greater in their minds than their own, were their own in fact, Mademoiselle Zephirine insisted on looking after everything.
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