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"Oh, as to her appetite," cried the baroness, "that is immense." "Indeed!" "It was," explained Josephine, "just when I began to get better, but now it is as much as usual." This answer had been arranged beforehand by Jacintha. She added, "The fact is, we wanted to see you, doctor, and my ridiculous ailments were a good excuse for tearing you from Paris."
Why, he fell to crying and roaring, and kicking the door. 'I don't wa-wa-wa-wa-nt the key-ey-ey. I wa-a-ant the jam oh! oh! oh! oh!" and Jacintha mimicked, after her fashion, the mingled grief and ire of infancy debarred its jam. Edouard wore a puzzled air, but it was only for a moment; the next he hid his face in his hands, and cried, "Fool!" "I shall not contradict you," said his Mentor.
Josephine and Laure are exquisite creations, and the Baroness and Jacintha, though different, are almost as perfect, considered as examples of characterization. In the invention and management of incidents, the author exhibits a sure knowledge of the means and contrivances by which expectation is stimulated, and the interest of the story kept from flagging.
"Here, I think, Dard," said Josephine sweetly. Dard grinned malignantly, and drove in his spade. "It will never be much bigger than a stinging nettle," thought he, "for the roots of the oak have sucked every atom of heart out of this." His black soul exulted secretly. Jacintha stood by Dard, inspecting his work; the sisters intertwined, a few feet from him.
Now as Rose went down the long saloon to carry out their united resolve, Jacintha looked in; and, after a hasty glance to see who was present, she waited till Rose came up to her, and then whipped a letter from under her apron and gave it her. "For my mistress," said she, with an air of mystery. "Why not take it to her, then?" inquired Rose.
It was news to the girls, though, for Brigitta cried, "Monna Beatrice, she who has been away from Florence these nine years?" and Jacintha questioned, "Monna Beatrice! Is she daughter of Folco Portinari that builds hospitals?" and Barbara sighed, "Monna Beatrice, whom some call the loveliest girl in the city?" And Guido gave to their several questions a single answer: "Even she.
Edouard, aged twenty, and a male, did not comprehend this piece of feminine logic one bit: and, while he puzzled over it in silence, Jacintha went on to say that if she were to fill her egotist's paunch, she should never know whether he came to Beaurepaire for her, or himself. "Now, Dard," she added, "is no beauty, monsieur; why, he is three inches shorter than I am."
"Will you be quiet? is not one blunder a day enough? If you go near her now, she will affront you, and order the doctor not to speak to you." "O Jacintha! your sex then are fiends of malice?" "While it lasts. Luckily with us nothing lasts very long. Now you don't go near her till you have taken advantage of her hint, and made the doctor's acquaintance; that is easy done.
The young lady noticed it this time, and looked inquiringly at her in return, half expecting some communication; but Jacintha lowered her eyes and bustled about the table. Then Rose spoke to her with a sort of instinct of curiosity, on the chance of drawing her out. "Supper is late to-night, is it not, Jacintha?"
Franz, you said you could sing a little; and if it's ever so little, you should sing WHEN YOU'RE ASKED! and with that Miss Jacintha offered him her hand, and led him to the piano. "Franz was annoyed, though he ought to been pleased. "'But how AM I to keep out of people's way, thought he to himself, 'if they will pull me forward? It's the oddest thing I ever knew. I can't do right either way.
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