The Yellow Flag: A Novel. Volume 2 (of 3)Yates, Edmund
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The Yellow Flag: A Novel. Volume 2 (of 3)
Yates, Edmund
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'Of course not,' repeated Mrs. Calverley. 'I consented to receive
Madame Du Tertre as my companion because I was shamefully deserted by
Mr. Calverley, and left to pass all my time in moping solitude. I made
a home, and a comfortable home, for him, and though, as I have said
before, he could not appreciate the finer feelings of my nature, I
would have been content to put them on one side. Now, I look forward
to a very different state of things. You will be my companion; I shall
have you instead of Mr. Calverley to deal with, and you will be able
to understand my ways of life, and I shall be able to help you in
your career. Under these circumstances Madame Du Tertre would merely
be a clog upon both of us. I am by no means sure, Martin,' said Mrs.
Calverley, growing very stiff and speaking with great fervour--'I am
by no means sure that it is a right thing to have a Frenchwoman in the
house, even though she is a Huguenot; I have experienced it already
on several occasions, when I have found the greatest difficulty in
convincing the neighbours that she belonged to the reformed Church. And
with you as a clergyman permanently resident in the house, a suspicion
of that kind would be extremely unpleasant. Moreover, there are many
other reasons which I think would render Madame Du Tertre's farther
sojourn here particularly undesirable, and as she is merely one of the
household, it will be of course easy enough for me to rid myself of her
when I wish. You seem very sleepy, Martin,' said his mother, perceiving
that he had relapsed into his former absent condition, 'and I think you
had better go to bed now that I have given you an outline of my plan,
and it is for you to think it over, and see how it will suit you. If
you agree to it, as I have no reason to doubt you will, I shall give
Madame Du Tertre notice to leave directly after her return.'
Then Martin rose from his seat, touched with his lips his mother's ear,
which she turned round to him for the purpose, and retired to his own
room.
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