This was a period of close intimacy between the two young people.
Lazare showed a warm affection for Pauline, which a feeling of
gratitude for the money she had advanced served to strengthen.
Again, too, he gradually lost sight of her sex and regarded her as a
boyish companion, a younger brother, whose good points became more
manifest every day. She was so sensible and courageous, so cheerful
and pleasant, that he could not refrain from looking on her with an
unconfessed feeling of respect and esteem, which he tried to conceal
even from himself by chaffing and teasing her. In the most unconcerned
and casual way she had told him of her private studies and her aunt's
horror, and he had experienced a moment's wonder and embarrassment as
the girl, who knew so much already, turned her big candid eyes upon
him. After that, however, a perfect understanding seemed to exist
between them, and he talked freely and openly, as they worked together
at their common studies. She was continually asking him questions, in
which she appeared to have no other object than the simple acquisition
of information, so that she might make herself useful to him. And she
often amused him by the many gaps which she showed in her knowledge,
by the extraordinary mixture of information with which she was
crammed. When she showed herself to be labouring under some ludicrous
misconception, Lazare broke out into such peals of laughter that she
grew quite angry with him and told him that it would be much better if,
instead of laughing at her, he would show her where she was wrong; and
the matter generally terminated in a lesson.
Pauline, however, was changing; she often felt a vague uneasiness. At
times, when Lazare pulled her about in his brotherly fashion, her heart
would beat excitedly. The woman whom they had forgotten all about was
awaking within her amid the pulsing of her blood. She often believed
that she was on the point of falling into some serious illness, for she
grew very feverish, and could not sleep. In the daytime, too, she felt
weary and listless, but she made no complaints to her aunt.
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