France -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
They would have had to----"
"Monsieur," said Chretiennot, opening the door, M. Magu is downstairs;
"he wants to know if he can see mademoiselle."
"Oh, father," said Renee, beseechingly, "no doctor to-day, please. I
don't feel inclined. I'm very well. And then, too, he snorts so; why
does he snort like that, father?"
M. Mauperin could not help laughing.
"I'll tell you," she went on, "it's the effect of driving about in a gig
on his rounds in the winter. As both his hands are occupied, one with
the reins and the other with the whip, he's got into the way of not
using his handkerchief----"
LIX
"Is the sky blue all over, father? Look out and tell me, will you?" said
Renee, one afternoon, as she lay on the sofa.
"Yes, my child," answered M. Mauperin from the window, "it is superb."
"Oh!"
"Why? Are you in pain?"
"No, only it seemed to me that there must be clouds--as though the
weather were going to change. It's very odd when one is ill, it seems as
if the sky were much nearer. Oh, I'm a capital barometer now." And she
went on reading the book she had laid down while she spoke.
"You tire yourself with reading, little girl; let us talk instead. Give
it me," and M. Mauperin held out his hand for the book, which she
slipped from her fingers into his. On opening it, M. Mauperin noticed
some pages that he had doubled down some years before, telling her not
to read them, and these forbidden pages were still doubled down.
Renee appeared to be sleepy. The storm which was not yet in the sky had
already begun to weigh on her. She felt a most unbearable heaviness
which seemed to overwhelm her, and at the same time a nervous uneasiness
took possession of her. The electricity in the air was penetrating her
and working on her.
A great silence had suddenly come over everything, as though it had been
chased from the horizon, and the breath of solemn calm passing over the
country filled her with immense anxiety. She looked at the clock, did
not speak again, but kept moving her hands about from place to place.
"Ah, yes," said M. Mauperin, "there is a cloud, really, a big cloud over
Fresnoy. How it is moving along! Ah, it's coming over on to our
side--it's coming. Shall I shut everything up--the window and the
shutters, and light up? Like that my big girl won't be so frightened."
"No," said Renee, quickly, "no lights in the daytime--no, no! And then,
too," she went on, "I'm not afraid of it now."
"Oh, it is some distance off yet," said M. Mauperin, for the sake of
saying something. His daughter's words had called up a vision of lighted
tapers in this room.
"Ah, there's the rain," said Renee, in a relieved tone. "It's like dew,
that rain is. It's as if we were drinking it, isn't it? Come here--near
me."
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