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Updated: June 29, 2025
The brook-flowers shine, And a faint song the falling water has, But not for thee! The dull night weepeth, and the sorrowing pine Drops his dead hair upon thy young grave-grass, My Coralie! my Coralie! I took from its glass a flower, To lay on her grave with dull accusing tears; But the heart of the flower fell out as I handled the rose, And my heart is shattered, and soon will wither away.
Be ill-natured, that is the proper thing." Coralie and Lucien drove in the Bois de Boulogne, and again they met the Marquise d'Espard, Mme. de Bargeton and the Baron du Chatelet. Mme. de Bargeton gave Lucien a languishing glance which might be taken as a greeting.
I was aware of my folly, I do not know if Coralie was aware of hers. Her exasperation so increased in a few moments that she could not control herself and she spoke right out . "When we have all been so kind to you, Nicholas, it is too bad for you to waste your time upon that !"
Antoine came to my room by the passage, and said "a lady was in the salon to see me by appointment." For a moment I was not suspicious. I thought it might be Coralie, and fearing Alathea might be somewhere about, and it might be awkward for her, I hastened to rise and go in to see and get rid of the inopportune guest. I told Antoine he must never let anyone in again without permission.
She made a wealthy marriage with her name; she sees a great deal of society at her house; she has influence, she will move the political world for young M. Blondet. Where will a Coralie take you? In a few years' time you will be hopelessly in debt and weary of pleasure. You have chosen badly in love, and you are arranging your life ill.
The party of four found two cabs waiting for them at the door in the Rue des Fosses-du-Temple. Coralie drew Lucien to one of the two, in which Camusot and his father-in-law old Cardot were seated already. She offered du Bruel a fifth place, and the manager drove off with Florine, Matifat, and Lousteau. "These hackney cabs are abominable things," said Coralie.
How was it possible in these rooms to see the life that Coralie led in its true colors? Berenice noticed Lucien's bewildered expression. "Isn't it nice?" she said coaxingly. "You would be more comfortable here, wouldn't you, than in a garret?
"So long as nobody in society hears of this sudden comedown, we shall pull through," he said. "After all, we have four thousand five hundred francs before us. I will turn my new position in Royalist journalism to account. To-morrow we shall start the Reveil; I am an old hand now, and I will make something out." And Coralie, seeing nothing but love in the words, kissed the lips that uttered them.
Such is the history of my secret duel with Wetter and of my acquaintance with Coralie Mansoni up to the date of that occurrence. Such also is the story of that apparently very bad shot which my little son found in the wainscoting of the Garden Pavilion. But it was not such a very bad shot; not everybody would have gone so near and yet made sure of not hitting.
And this beauty, worthy of an Eastern poet, was brought into relief by the conventional Spanish costume of the stage. Coralie was the delight of the pit; all eyes dwelt on the outlines moulded by the clinging folds of her bodice, and lingered over the Andalusian contour of the hips from which her skirt hung, fluttering wantonly with every movement.
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