Part, Chapter
1 I,I | Well, what do you want,~Constance?" his air and manner, like
2 I,I | similar occasions.~ ~"Listen, Constance. I have not given my word;
3 I,I | with your projects," said Constance. "I am all~mixed up. Besides,
4 I,I | A few moments later Constance and Cesar were peacefully
5 I,II | angle of the Quai d'Anjou. Constance~Pillerault was the forewoman
6 I,II | smitten by the beauty of Constance~that he rushed furiously
7 I,II | for the handkerchiefs.~ ~Constance Pillerault was daily receiving
8 I,II | suit by the guardian of Constance,~Monsieur Claude-Joseph
9 I,II | fact, a king of men."~ ~Constance frankly abdicated the more
10 I,II | youthful Parisian imaginations. Constance, with her narrow~intelligence,
11 I,II | genius~as a saleswoman. Constance was eighteen years old,
12 I,II | Cesar's suspecting it, to Constance,~who advised him to send
13 I,II | fortunate event induced~Constance to shut her eyes to the
14 I,II | only daughter, idolized by Constance as well as by~himself, necessitated
15 I,II | contempt in which she~held him. Constance, to whom Ferdinand had written
16 I,IV | Napoleon. These claims--"~ ~Constance, in a morning gown, here
17 I,IV | be very expensive?" said Constance to the architect.~ ~"Oh,
18 I,IV | Well, well, monsieur," said Constance re-entering her daughter'
19 I,IV | smiling.~ ~"Monsieur," said Constance, in a supplicating voice,
20 I,IV | suspicious. "Still, suppose Constance were right?" he said to
21 I,V | in former days Cesar and Constance had their~appartement; in
22 I,V | apprentices. Cesarine or~Constance then prepared for Birotteau
23 I,V | nut between his fingers to Constance and Cesarine. His~wife was
24 I,V | perfection of his~character. Constance and Cesar, struck by these
25 I,V | he~laughed," he said to Constance.~ ~"You should never tell
26 I,V | say to each other!" cried Constance.~"That poor Roguin may be
27 I,VI | house, and the heart of~Constance, began to quiver under the
28 I,VI | salon.~On hearing that word Constance interposed.~ ~"Monsieur
29 I,VI | still keeps a shop," said Constance, in the hearing of~the clerks
30 I,VI | Yes, indeed," answered Constance, always under the spell
31 I,VI | sixteen years ago," murmured Constance.~ ~"--among workmen and
32 I,VI | Madame Ragon, Cesarine, and Constance left the contracting parties
33 I,VII| we forget any one," said Constance, "they won't forget it.
34 I,VII| even less than I was," said~Constance. "She did plain sewing in
35 I,VII| Good heavens, Cesar!" said Constance, "don't send a single invitation~
36 I,VII| good, put them down," said Constance. "If Monsieur de la~Billardiere
37 I,VII| cousin of Anselme," said Constance.~ ~"Whew! Cesarine has written
38 I,VII| uncle~Pillerault," said Constance. "They are so sure of an
39 I,VII| provincial judge," remarked Constance.~ ~"Monsieur Cardot, father-in-law
40 I,VII| Loraux to the~dinner," said Constance.~ ~"I have already written
41 I,VII| Cesar aloud, seeing that~Constance opened her eyes.~ ~"One
42 I,VII| eyes when he met the~mayor; Constance had just given him the "
43 I,VII| clerks, and Cesarine, and Constance. They,~one and all, gazed
44 I,VII| worse than a~child," added Constance to Cesarine.~ ~"How well
45 I,VII| great distinction," said~Constance to Grindot. "We shall receive
46 I,VII| built a hundred houses."~ ~Constance, much moved, thought no
47 I,VII| Leander, Anselme Popinot, whom Constance~credited with much intelligence
48 I,VII| unalloyed happiness,~that Constance promised her daughter not
49 I,VII| wondering eyes. Madame Roguin, Constance,~and Cesarine formed, as
50 I,VII| t break anything," said Constance to her uncle.~ ~"You have
51 I,VII| the souls of Cesar and of Constance.~The flute of Collinet sounded
52 I,I | thought of appearing before~Constance braced his nerves. The young
53 I,I | applied."~ ~"No wonder," said Constance, far from dreaming of a
54 I,I | can have caused it?" asked Constance.~ ~"The damp weather," said
55 I,I | Cesar was on~his feet again. Constance, wearied out, took her husband'
56 I,II | misfortune~overtakes you,--I know Constance, she will work herself to
57 I,II | said, in a cold voice, "Constance knows nothing. Keep~my secret
58 I,II | perfumer, who told his dear~Constance, with his head on her pillow,
59 I,II | jovial, with his wife. If Constance asked a question--bah!~everything
60 I,II | away after talking with Constance and Cesarine, who told him
61 I,II | an additional security. Constance and~Birotteau, who had never
62 I,III| symptoms of his embarrassment. Constance strongly~disapproved of
63 I,III| without a shudder, that~Constance was sitting in her old place
64 I,III| Du Tillet!" repeated Constance, struck with consternation.~ ~"
65 I,III| want to speak to you," said Constance,~taking him by the arm,
66 I,III| your illness!" exclaimed Constance.~ ~"Yes, mamma," cried Cesarine, "
67 I,III| Forgive me, dear friend," said Constance, taking his hand, and~pressing
68 I,III| May God help us!" said Constance.~ ~"Anselme will help my
69 I,III| yet fully known to him. "Constance, fear nothing! Here, read
70 I,III| If that were all!" said Constance, smiling.~ ~Birotteau, relieved
71 I,III| Birotteau.~ ~"I know all," said Constance in a low, pained voice.~ ~"
72 I,III| so much the better," said Constance, in a grave voice; "my~daughter
73 I,III| she does not~know Latin. Constance wept in the arms of Madame
74 I,III| these games.~ ~"Cesar," said Constance as they drove home, "go
75 I,III| hopeful, dear friend," said Constance.~ ~"All will go well, papa;
76 I,IV | he was amazed to find his Constance, usually perched like a~
77 I,IV | like a shuttle-cock; but~Constance had already guessed that
78 I,IV | of music by Herold; while~Constance sat sewing beside him. The
79 I,IV | asleep.~ ~"Poor man!" said Constance; "what misery is in store
80 I,IV | his credit, and the wise Constance sacrificed her own~anxiety
81 I,IV | chance, was looked upon by Constance, Cesarine,~Pillerault, and
82 I,IV | niece in a~suppressed voice. Constance thought it best to consult
83 I,V | Treasury.~ ~"A fine sum!" said Constance, looking at Cesarine.~ ~
84 I,V | their~intentions are."~ ~Constance, wholly overcome, threw
85 I,V | Pillerault, Popinot, and Constance waited while a clerk was
86 I,V | clock~the good priest came; Constance explained the misfortune
87 I,V | whispered Pillerault to Constance,~"shall we strike the last
88 I,V | will see about that."~ ~Constance and Cesar laid these wise
89 I,V | your uncle," she said to Constance. "Well, you are all honest
90 I,V | cot-bed in the salon.~ ~When Constance heard the coach containing
91 I,V | to her. The next morning Constance went~to the house of the
92 I,V | nature must needs~be true. Constance was a woman essentially
93 I,V | at the ruined woman, gave Constance fresh courage.~ ~"Never
94 I,VI | himself less than honest. Constance had left her~modest jewel-case.
95 I,VI | Cesar's heart when he saw Constance sitting~in a little office
96 I,VI | Wife," whispered Cesar to Constance, "with a little help we
97 I,VI | bitterly of his position.~Constance and Cesarine went nowhere.
98 I,VII| anniversary of the day on which Constance~had consented to marry Cesar.
99 I,VII| Popinot who escorted them,~Constance cast many meaning glances
100 I,VII| admiring effect which touched Constance more than the~brightest
101 I,VII| Cesar's hand into that of Constance; "go with Anselme and Cesarine!~
102 I,VII| in it.~ ~"At last," said Constance to her husband, "I see you
103 I,VII| said the poor man. "Ah! Constance, thy affection is all~that
104 I,VII| that fatal ball, I saw my~Constance, the only woman I have ever
105 I,VII| her chamber. Anselme and Constance lived like mother-in-law~
106 I,VII| words in the letter which~Constance held in her hand:--~ ~"I
107 I,VII| at the terror painted on~Constance's face, "I read the first
108 I,VII| aged. Like Cesar and like Constance, Popinot held in his memory
109 I,VII| recollection of the famous ball. Constance and Cesar through~their
110 I,VII| belonged to Cesar and to Constance, he was dreaming of another~
111 I,VII| the marriage-contract.~ ~Constance found in her room the gown
112 I,VII| single evening. Neither Constance, nor Cesarine,~nor Popinot
113 I,VII| repressed: "I am not well."~ ~Constance, alarmed, led him to her
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