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Updated: August 25, 2024
"Ah! monsieur, my child will die!" cried Madame Sauviat, seeing the effect of the rector's words on her daughter's face. "How can her heart survive such emotions? Monsieur Grossetete has always hitherto prevented that man from seeing Veronique." Madame Graslin's face was on fire. "Do you hate him so much?" said the Abbe Bonnet.
Madame Graslin's own carriage, a gift from Grossetete, was drawn by four of the finest animals, plainly harnessed. After dinner the happy party went to take coffee in a little wooden kiosk, made like those on the Bosphorus, and placed on a point of the island from which the eye could reach to the farther lake beyond.
This question agitated Madame Graslin's mind, and all the more because she knew that her health was beginning to fail. The more prosperous grew her dear Montegnac, the more she increased the secret austerities of her life. Monseigneur Dutheil, with whom she corresponded regularly, found at last the man she wanted.
The old mother, noticing that Graslin's miserliness, which returned upon him, might hamper her daughter, was for some time unwilling to resign the property left to her by her husband.
After Roubaud's departure the other guests returned to Limoges, less disappointed than distressed; for all those whom Grossetete had brought with him adored Veronique. They were lost in conjecture as to what might have caused this mysterious disaster. One evening, two days after the departure of the company, Aline brought Catherine to Madame Graslin's apartment.
A few months after his arrival, attracted by the increasing charm of Veronique's manners and conversation, he proposed to the Abbe Dutheil, and a few other of the remarkable men in Limoges, to meet in the evenings at Madame Graslin's house and play whist. At this time Madame Graslin was at home five evenings in the week to visitors, reserving two free days, as she said, for herself.
The intelligent benevolence of the testatrix named the sum that should be taken for each of these encouragements. The news of Madame Graslin's death, received throughout the department as a calamity, was not accompanied by any rumor injurious to the memory of this woman.
"Oh, the villain!" was Monsieur des Vanneaulx's usual conclusion. One of Madame Graslin's female friends related to her with much amusement these discussions of the des Vanneaulx.
"She is out walking; therefore she must be better." These simple words were on every lip. Madame Graslin's mother, seated on the iron bench which Veronique had formerly placed at the end of the terrace, studied every movement of her daughter; she watched her step in walking, and a few tears rolled from her eyes.
A grand dinner was to precede the ball, to which Graslin had invited nearly all Limoges. The dinner, given to the bishop, the prefect, the judge of the court, the attorney-general, the mayor, the general, and Graslin's former partners with their wives, was a triumph for the bride, who, like all other persons who are simple and natural, showed charms that were not expected in her.
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