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Together they questioned the import of this visit, without being able to find any satisfactory explanation. When Francois entered the salon, Sardou was standing, his hands clasped behind him, examining through half-closed eyes a delicate pastel, signed Chaplain a portrait of Madame Darbois at twenty.
"Are you making any allusion to Mlle. Darbois?" he asked, stopping abruptly. "I am engaged to Mlle. Darbois, I believe you know, Madame. You are piqued because you love the Duke de Morlay and he seems to be deserting you to hover near my fiancee. Do as I do; have a little patience; to-morrow by this time the fete will be over and I shall have left with Mlle. Darbois.
Tenderly she embraced her father, who could easily pardon her revolt against Corneille, because he shared her weakness for Racine. Several months after Esperance's most encouraging admission to the Conservatoire, Victorien Sardou wrote a note to Francois Darbois, with whom he had come to be warm friends, warning him that he was soon coming to lunch with them, to read his new play to the family.
"What about me?" asked Mounet-Sully gaily; "do I not get my reward?" She held up her forehead for a salutation from the artist, who took leave of the family, glowing with delight at the good news he had to carry back to the Comedie. "To-morrow you will get a schedule of rehearsals," he called from the doorway. Madame Darbois was worried about the journey, and Mlle.
Now drink some wine and take some coffee," said Esperance, caressing the grandmother's hands. "I haven't got enough wood to boil the water." Madame Darbois looked at the girls contritely. "Wood," she said. "And we never thought of it." "If you aren't poor, you don't have to think," muttered the old woman. A contraction of the heart, the sting of remorse, pierced Mme. Darbois and the two girls.
Darbois and stayed talking to her for some time. He saw that she liked him, but foresaw at the same time that it would be very painful for the good woman to have to accept another son-in-law. During dinner the Duchess steered the conversation towards philosophy, wishing to please Francois, who was placed on her right art and science being to her the highest titles of nobility. "Ah!
Her mother, on the contrary, dropped hers a little. "Pray Heaven," she was saying to herself, "that Francois does not get angry with her!" The godfather moved his chair forward; Philippe Renaud laughed; Maurice looked at his cousin with amazement. "What are you saying?" asked Francois Darbois. Esperance gazed at him tenderly.
"Look! isn't that a pretty boat?" cried out Genevieve. A white yacht was sailing slowly towards Penhouet. The philosopher got his glasses. "It is the Princess's flag," he exclaimed. "Yes, yes," agreed Albert, "it is the Belgian flag. Listen, there is the salute." Jean ran to the farm, calling back, "I will answer it. All right, M. Darbois?"
Albert cannot marry an actress. I realize that the Darbois family is very respectable; the young girl seems to me above reproach or criticism, but she must give up this career. The Countess Styvens is not for the public eye, and if she loves him...." "But she does not love him." Van Berger was silenced for a moment. "What do you say? She does not love him. And you approve of such a union?"
Madame Darbois was silent for a moment; then two tears rolled quietly from beneath her eyelids and a little sob escaped her. "Ah! mama, mama," cried Esperance, "have pity, don't let me see you suffer so. I feared it; I did not want to be sure of it. I am an ungrateful daughter. You love me so much! You have indulged me so! I ought to give in. I can not, and your grief will kill me.
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