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You see Henri" with a wise glance at her brother "you see it is always the same, when anyone suffers something unfortunate, there is certain to be some cause for it. Now everybody says that if poor Martine had not put Fabien in the cart to save herself the trouble of holding him on her knee, he would not have tumbled out and been hurt. That was the beginning of it. And that was not God's fault.
My uncle buried his face in his hands. "Last night, my poor child, only last night!" "I thought so." "I was weak I listened to the prompting of anger; I have compromised your future. Fabien, forgive me in your turn." He rose from the table, and came and put a trembling hand on my shoulder. "No, uncle, you've not compromised anything, and I've nothing to forgive you."
You know what I mean, eh? to purchase what I might call the veil of oblivion. How much?" "Why, nothing at all, uncle." "Don't be afraid, Fabien; I've got the money with me." "You have quite mistaken the case, uncle; there is no question of money. I must tell you again that the young lady is of the highest respectability." My uncle stared. "I assure you, uncle.
"Beatrix will pay dear for your tears and sufferings; the hand of Satan is upon her; she will meet with ten humiliations for every one she has inflicted upon you." Madame Schontz had invited Claude Vignon, who, on several occasions, had expressed a wish to know Maxime de Trailles personally. She also invited Couture, Fabien, Bixiou, Leon de Lora, La Palferine, and Nathan.
Yes, my dear uncle, you were employed, according to the formula, "in virtue of these and subsequent engagements," and among the "subsequent engagements" you are kind enough to reckon one between Mademoiselle Berthe Lorinet, spinster, of no occupation, and M. Fabien Mouillard, lawyer. "Fabien Mouillard, lawyer" that I may perhaps endure, but "Fabien Mouillard, son-in-law of Lorinet," never!
Fabien, my young friend, you who still see life through fairy-tales, doubtless you imagine her happy in her lot wealthy, spoiled, flattered, speaking with disdainful lips at nightfall, on the terrace of her villa among the great pines, of the barbarian from across the Alps who painted her portrait twenty years since; and, in the same sentence, of her last new frock from Paris?"
He stared solemnly at Martine, and then at the little Fabien, who, half rising from his mat, had listened with a visibly painful interest to Babette's story. "I think you might let us take Fabien and see if a Cardinal CAN do anything," he said with a kind of judicial air, as of one who, though considering the case hopeless, had no objection to try a last desperate remedy.
He had a soft, pretty, plaintive face of his own, the little Fabien, and very gentle ways, but he was sensitively conscious of his misfortune, and in his own small secret soul he was always praying that he might die while he was yet a child, and not grow up to be a burden to his mother.
"With a woman like you I can do it blind," cried Fabien, intoxicated by the glance she gave him as much as by the liqueurs des Iles. "You shall never repent that word, my dear; you shall be peer of France. As for that poor old fellow," she continued, looking at Rochefide, who was sound asleep, "after to-day I have d-o-n-e with him."
One glance of his eyes in the direction of Aubrey Leigh, where he sat absorbed in conversation with the Comtesse Hermenstein, had put the wily priest in an excellent humour, and nothing could exceed the deferential homage and attention he paid to Cardinal Bonpre, talking with him in low, confidential tones of the affairs which principally occupied their attention, the miraculous cure of Fabien Doucet, and the defection of Vergniaud from the Church.
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