"De Balzac, Honore - Modeste Mignon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Balzac Honore De)the recesses of her heart the secret of a love and a lover seen only
by a blind mother. CHAPTER V THE PROBLEM STILL UNSOLVED An hour went by in solemn stillness broken only by the cabalistic phrases of the whist-players: "Spades!" "Trumped!" "Cut!" "How are honors?" "Two to four." "Whose deal?"--phrases which represent in these days the higher emotions of the European aristocracy. Modeste continued to work, without seeming to be surprised at her mother's silence. Madame Mignon's handkerchief slipped from her lap to the floor; Butscha precipitated himself upon it, picked it up, and as he returned it whispered in Modeste's ear, "Take care!" Modeste raised a pair of wondering eyes, whose puzzled glance filled the poor cripple with joy unspeakable. "She is not in love!" he whispered to himself, rubbing his hands till the skin was nearly peeled off. At this moment Exupere tore through the garden and the house, plunged into the salon like an avalanche, and said to Dumay in an audible whisper, "The young man is here!" Dumay sprang for his pistols and rushed out. "Good God! suppose he kills him!" cried Madame Dumay, bursting into "What is the matter?" asked Modeste, looking innocently at her friends and not betraying the slightest fear. "It is all about a young man who is hanging round the house," cried Madame Latournelle. "Well!" said Modeste, "why should Dumay kill him?" "Sancta simplicita!" ejaculated Butscha, looking at his master as proudly as Alexander is made to contemplate Babylon in Lebrun's great picture. "Where are you going, Modeste?" asked the mother as her daughter rose to leave the room. "To get ready for your bedtime, mamma," answered Modeste, in a voice as pure as the tones of an instrument. "You haven't paid your expenses," said the dwarf to Dumay when he returned. "Modeste is as pure as the Virgin on our altar," cried Madame Latournelle. |
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