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Updated: June 7, 2025
You will greatly oblige me!" "Certainly, General, I shall do so." "For my part, I love her like a fool." "That is only right, General!" "Hum and what of Des Rameures?" "I think we shall agree, General!" "Bravo! we shall talk more of this later. Go and see her, my dear child!" Camors proceeded to the Rue St. Dominique, where Madame de la Roche-Jugan resided.
"General," said Madame de la Roche-Jugan in a plaintive voice, "you remember I always recommended her to you. I always spoke well of her. She is my daughter my second child. Sigismund, embrace your sister! You permit it, General? Ah, we never know how much we love these children until we lose them! I always spoke well of her; did I not Ge General?"
She based her hopes in this respect chiefly on her son Sigismund; knowing that the General bitterly regretted having no one to inherit his name. He had but to marry Madame de la Roche-Jugan and adopt her son to banish this care.
But, to tell the truth, it was too much for her; and when she looked, in the midst of the silence which surrounded her, at the true character and scope of the perils which surrounded her, she thought her brain would fail and her heart break. She was not mistaken as to the origin of the letter. This shameful work had indeed been planned by Madame de la Roche-Jugan.
And here Madame de la Roche-Jugan burst into tears. The General, who began to entertain a high opinion of the Countess's heart, declared that Mademoiselle d'Estrelles would find in him a friend and father. After which flattering assurance, Madame de la Roche-Jugan seated herself in a solitary corner, behind a curtain, whence they heard sobs and moans issue for a whole hour.
Dominique, and an hour later Madame de la Roche-Jugan had the pleasure of knowing all that he knew of the liaison between the Count and the Marquise. But we remember that he knew everything. These revelations, though not unexpected, terrified Madame de la Roche-Jugan, who saw her maternal projects destroyed forever.
She named Madame Jaubert and a few others; then, lowering her voice against her will, mentioned Madame de la Roche-Jugan. "That one," said Camors, "you could very well have dispensed with. I forgot to warn you that I no longer recognize her." "Why?" asked she, timidly. "Because she is a bad woman," said Camors.
Meantime he viewed with the eye of a philosopher the strife of the covetous relatives who hovered around their rich prey. Madame de la Roche-Jugan had invented an original way of making herself agreeable to the General, which was to persuade him he had disease of the heart.
Thus he waited patiently until politeness would permit him to bring to an explanation the former friend and companion-in-arms of his father. In the morning he rode on horseback; gave a lesson in fencing to his cousin Sigismund, the son of Madame de la Roche-Jugan; then shut himself up in the library until the evening, which he passed at bezique with the General.
"Well, then, Mademoiselle Charlotte, the day that you become a great artiste, rich, triumphant, idolized, wealthy drinking, in deep draughts, all the joys of life that day Uncle Tonnelier will invoke outraged morals, our aunt will swoon with prudery in the arms of her old lovers, and Madame de la Roche-Jugan will groan and turn her yellow eyes to heaven! But what will all that matter to you?"
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