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M. Vulfran stopped him and told Perrine to guide him to his office. The mail, which had accumulated in two days, was read, but the blind man made no comments on the correspondence. It was as though he were deaf or asleep. The heads of the factory then came in to discuss an important question that had to be settled that day.
She told the men what M. Vulfran said, listened to their reply, then continued: "They say that they have examined the flooring, and that it is not safe for this machine. They want a thorough test made and strong supports placed under the floor." "The supports can be placed there at once, and when Fabry returns a thorough examination will be made. Tell them that.
"Follow the main driveway," said M. Vulfran. For the first time also she saw close to the beautiful flowers and the velvety lawns which until then she had only seen from a distance. The beautiful blossoms, red and pink masses, seemed like great splashes on the verdure.
"Very well, then you must study so as to be able to act as a little secretary for me. Would you like to be educated?" "Indeed I would! And I will work so hard," said Perrine. "Well, the matter can be arranged without depriving myself of your services," said M. Vulfran; "there is a very good teacher here and I will ask her to give you lessons from six to eight in the evenings.
They are all alike in Maraucourt and the other villages. You have stood in one of these dreadful rooms; all the others are like it. Think of your women and children, your factory hands, who are breathing that poisoned air. They are slowly dying. They are almost all weak and sick." M. Vulfran was silent. He did not speak again, neither did Perrine.
The young man, having been tortured, was condemned to make public confession with a rope round his neck, before the church of Saint Vulfran, where the injured crucifix: had been placed, to have his tongue cut out, to be beheaded, and to have his body burned. This outrageous sentence was confirmed by the Parliament of Paris. The superstitious king, Louis XV., would not grant a pardon.
"Well," said M. Vulfran, indulgently, "I'll do as you wish, Aurelie. Now at what hour are we to start on this adventure?" "The later it is the better it will be," said Perrine. During the evening he spoke several times of the outing they were to have, but Perrine would not explain. "Do you know, little girl, you have aroused my curiosity?" he said at last.
"Here I am, Monsieur Vulfran," said Rosalie, going up to him. "Why, it's Mother Françoise's granddaughter, Rosalie, isn't it?" asked the blind man. "Yes, it's me, Monsieur Vulfran," said Rosalie, beginning to cry. Harsh words had hardened her heart, but this tone of pity was too much for poor Rosalie. "What is the matter with your hand, my poor girl?" asked the blind man.
Fabry had not yet arrived. M. Vulfran, usually so calm, was getting impatient. Luncheon was over and he had gone into his study with Perrine; every now and again he walked to the window and listened. "The train must be late," he murmured. Perrine wanted to keep him away from the window, for there were many things going on outside in the park about which she did not wish him to know.
What M. Vulfran desired most, now that he had seen Perrine's sweet face, was to go out and see his works, but this needed great precaution, and the trip had to be postponed for a time, for he did not wish to be closed up in a landau with the windows up, but to use his old phaeton and be driven by Perrine and show himself with her everywhere. For that they had to wait for a warm, sunny day.
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