Chapter

  1        V|             told my daughter so.”~ ~Mme. d’Escorval, after kissing
  2        V|         evidence of his own senses. Mme. d’Escorval’s indignant
  3       VI|             mothers were friends.~ ~Mme. Lacheneur had been reared
  4       VI|        truly refined nature.~ ~When Mme. Lacheneur died, Mme. d’
  5       VI|           When Mme. Lacheneur died, Mme. d’Escorval mourned for
  6       VI|       disturb their plans.~ ~M. and Mme. d’Escorval saw no objection
  7       VI|            her son’s evident agony, Mme. d’Escorval interposed:~ ~“
  8       VI|           Oh! be prudent!” insisted Mme. d’Escorval, who already
  9       VI|           to make to you.”~ ~M. and Mme. d’Escorval endeavored to
 10     VIII|             Poor Maurice!” murmured Mme. d’Escorval, as soon as
 11     VIII|         that would decide his fate. Mme. d’Escorval was obliged
 12       XV|       distorted with suffering that Mme. d’Escorval, on seeing him,
 13       XV|          will he not weep,” thought Mme. d’Escorval; “then I should
 14       XV| apprehension seized him when he saw Mme. d’Escorval at the gate
 15    XVIII|           been thus consoled,” said Mme. d’Escorval, delighted to
 16     XXIV|      silence, on his part, explains Mme. d’Escorval’s astonishment
 17     XXIV|        these strange precautions?~ ~Mme. d’Escorval waited, oppressed
 18     XXIV|        anxiety to gain followers.~ ~Mme. d’Escorval could not be
 19     XXIV|           he was telling his story, Mme. d’Escorval felt that she
 20     XXIV|        gardener; “here they are!”~ ~Mme. d’Escorval, followed by
 21     XXIV|        failed to restore her.~ ~But Mme. d’Escorval did not recognize
 22     XXIV|            Then the cure approached Mme. d’Escorval.~ ~“Monsieur
 23     XXIV|     submission of great misery that Mme. d’Escorval obeyed the cure.~ ~
 24     XXIV|     astonished at their mistress.~ ~Mme. d’Escorval looked on with
 25     XXIV|         Enlightened by the words of Mme. d’Escorval and by the confession
 26     XXIV|           tiny room under the roof. Mme. d’Escorval retired to her
 27     XXIV|              Maurice, the abbe, and Mme. d’Escorval were again assembled
 28     XXIV|              Poor child!” exclaimed Mme. d’Escorval; “where will
 29      XXV|  fortification at the Croix d’Arcy, Mme. d’Escorval was ignorant
 30      XXV|             On hearing these words, Mme. d’Escorval turned and hid
 31      XXV|             counsels, my son,” said Mme. d’Escorval; “the abbe knows
 32      XXV|          for harnessing the horses. Mme. d’Escorval left the room
 33      XXV|        cried: “Come, let us start.” Mme. d’Escorval entered with
 34      XXV|          died away in the distance, Mme. d’Escorval and Marie-Anne
 35      XXV|           despatched a messenger to Mme. d’Escorval and to Marie-Anne,
 36     XXVI|      approaching in the distance.~ ~Mme. d’Escorval tore the letter
 37     XXVI|          accusations was resting.~ ~Mme. d’Escorval and Marie-Anne
 38     XXVI|         they pursued their journey, Mme. d’Escorval and Marie-Anne
 39     XXVI|       clocks were striking ten when Mme. d’Escorval and Marie-Anne
 40   XXVIII|             answered in response to Mme. d’Escorval’s questions. “
 41   XXVIII|              My husband!” exclaimed Mme. d’Escorval, springing wildly
 42   XXVIII|             was almost certain that Mme. d’Escorval was in Montaignac;
 43      XXX|           he had heard nothing from Mme. d’Escorval and from Maurice.~ ~
 44      XXX|             breathless.~ ~They were Mme. d’Escorval and Maurice,
 45   XXXIII|        Martial knew all their plans—Mme. d’Escorval and Marie-Anne,
 46    XXXIV|           and the marquis were with Mme. Blanche in the little salon
 47    XXXIV|         understand.”~ ~The duke and Mme. Blanche both sprang forward.~ ~“
 48     XXXV|       ground, his head supported on Mme. d’Escorval’s knee.~ ~His
 49     XXXV|      wounded man a little higher on Mme. d’Escorval’s knee.~ ~This
 50     XXXV|          the window, Abbe Midon and Mme. d’Escorval watched the
 51     XXXV|             officers who befriended Mme. d’Escorval and Maurice—
 52    XXXVI|            bedside of Marie-Anne—of Mme. Dubois, as she was called
 53       XL|             attempted this in vain. Mme. Blanche had shut herself
 54       XL|           shoulder of Aunt Medea.~ ~Mme. Blanche came rapidly forward
 55      XLI|            asleep, and the abbe and Mme. d’Escorval went downstairs
 56      XLI|       Courtornieu was ill, and that Mme. Blanche did not leave his
 57     XLII|            have been.”~ ~Who it was Mme. Blanche knew only too well.~ ~
 58     XLII|        chanced to cross the path of Mme. Blanche? How did it happen
 59     XLII|         punishment for the traitor. Mme. Blanche overheard one of
 60     XLII|            with him?” she wondered. Mme. Blanche was too prudent
 61     XLII|         knife in his hand.~ ~Seeing Mme. Blanche he tried to hide
 62     XLII|             wont to be, obeyed; and Mme. Blanche advanced toward
 63     XLII|           and was moving away, when Mme. Blanche said, coldly:~ ~“
 64     XLII|                 Someone is coming!” Mme. Blanche exclaimed. “Quick!
 65     XLII|           not pardoned Lacheneur.~ ~Mme. Blanche alone retained
 66     XLII|            of such an evil deed.”~ ~Mme. Blanche could not give
 67     XLII|       physician left the sick-room, Mme. Blanche followed him.~ ~“
 68     XLII|    appointed place.~ ~“Speak!” said Mme. Blanche.~ ~“I would do
 69     XLII|          Still no news!” he said to Mme. Blanche at each interview.~ ~
 70    XLIII|             which Chupin brought to Mme. Blanche.~ ~She listened
 71    XLIII|      desired to augment the rage of Mme. Blanche, he had good reason
 72    XLIII|             dress but the one which Mme. d’Escorval had given her
 73    XLIII|           Chupin wished to irritate Mme. Blanche still more by other
 74    XLIII|             a brother joins her.”~ ~Mme. Blanche fell into a revery
 75    XLIII|            is afraid!”~ ~Chupin did Mme. Blanche great injustice.
 76    XLIII|      expenses each time.~ ~And when Mme. Blanche demanded an account
 77    XLIII|          that came into his head.~ ~Mme. Blanche soon discovered
 78     XLIV|            no longer be alone, that Mme. d’Escorval would be with
 79      XLV|           CHAPTER XLV~ ~Detected by Mme. Blanche in a palpable falsehood,
 80      XLV|           have told you falsely.”~ ~Mme. Blanche shrugged her shoulders.~ ~“
 81      XLV|  protestations, far from reassuring Mme. Blanche, made her still
 82      XLV|           house unbeknown to me.”~ ~Mme. Blanche drew her purse
 83      XLV|            is that to you? Come!”~ ~Mme. Blanche was going to the
 84      XLV|           does this mean?” murmured Mme. Blanche.~ ~She waited patiently
 85      XLV|           abode for his idol,” said Mme. Blanche, with a sneer.~ ~
 86      XLV|             she heard the signal.~ ~Mme. Blanche was wondering how
 87      XLV|           to awaken distrust.~ ~Now Mme. Blanche breathed freely.
 88     XLVI|      despairing voice.~ ~She called Mme. d’Escorval, the abbe, Maurice,
 89     XLVI|            all pity in the heart of Mme. Blanche.~ ~“Go on! call
 90     XLVI|     entreaty:~ ~“Suffer!” continued Mme. Blanche, “suffer, you who
 91     XLVI|    unexpected and so frightful that Mme. Blanche recoiled.~ ~“The
 92     XLVI|          room.~ ~“Chupin!” faltered Mme. Blanche.~ ~“In the flesh,”
 93     XLVI|            disquieted him, now that Mme. Blanche was bound to him
 94    XLVII|        started slowly on its way.~ ~Mme. d’Escorval, leaning upon
 95    XLVII|             he did not observe that Mme. d’Escorval was leaning
 96    XLVII|          might—still no response.~ ~Mme. d’Escorval and the abbe
 97    XLVII|             your father’s house.”~ ~Mme. d’Escorval took a seat
 98   XLVIII|      CHAPTER XLVIII~ ~The reason of Mme. Blanche had sustained a
 99   XLVIII|            chateau and asked to see Mme. Blanche, the marquis was
100   XLVIII|         which Martial was paying to Mme. Blanche.~ ~It was soon
101        L|            had been the response of Mme. Blanche.~ ~To be treated
102        L|      brought a smile to the lips of Mme. Blanche.~ ~She then regarded
103        L|              Not until daybreak did Mme. Blanche fall asleep.~ ~
104        L|         spectres.~ ~It is true that Mme. Blanche attributed her
105        L|             really feel remorse.”~ ~Mme. Blanche might have vouched
106        L|    difficult task; and one morning, Mme. Blanche, with a radiant
107       LI|          some of her orders.~ ~Once Mme. Blanche, on going out,
108       LI|        impatience dyed the cheek of Mme. Blanche.~ ~“You weary me
109       LI|         flitted through the mind of Mme. Blanche.~ ~She felt as
110       LI|           the haughty disdain which Mme. Blanche displayed in her
111       LI|       course, one of pure form; but Mme. Blanche would have been
112      LII|         Half reclining upon a sofa, Mme. Blanche was listening to
113      LII|            shoes.~ ~After a moment, Mme. Blanche decided to break
114      LII|                Enough!” interrupted Mme. Blanche. Then in a manner
115      LII|            My dues.”~ ~The heart of Mme. Blanche sank, and yet she
116      LII|            After several inquiries, Mme. Blanche discovered that
117      LII|         furnished drawing-room, and Mme. Blanche at once began telling
118      LII|       twenty thousand francs, which Mme. Blanche imprudently promised
119      LII|            whatever of his designs. Mme. Blanche, who had heard
120      LII|           truth.~ ~The condition of Mme. Blanche was now truly pitiable.
121      LII|               Nor did Chelteux give Mme. Blanche much more annoyance.
122      LII|     thousand francs; and once, when Mme. Blanche remarked that he
123      LII|          made his appearance before Mme. Blanche.~ ~“Give me the
124      LII|             servants to go and tell Mme. Blanche that he was there,
125      LII|           Vienna at the time.~ ~And Mme. Blanche was forced to undergo
126      LII|             he wished to marry her. Mme. Blanche paid for the wedding-feast.~ ~
127      LII|          gave birth to a child, and Mme. de Sairmeuse must pay for
128      LII|           first.~ ~On two occasions Mme. Blanche accompanied her
129     LIII|            is only just to say that Mme. Blanche had remained superior
130     LIII|          What had become of him? To Mme. Blanche this silence was
131     LIII|            what I will tell him.”~ ~Mme. Blanche was dumb with horror.
132     LIII|             four hundred francs——~ ~Mme. Blanche gave her five hundred
133     LIII|                But the dejection of Mme. Blanche was due in great
134     LIII|       persecutions in days gone by, Mme. de Sairmeuse decided to
135     LIII|            When she read this news, Mme. Blanche felt as a culprit
136     LIII|           bewildered him. How could Mme. Blanche have known that
137     LIII|           between the researches of Mme. Blanche and her generosity
138      LIV|           on his return, astonished Mme. Blanche. She almost believed
139      LIV|             was, he slowly followed Mme. Blanche, who was going
140      LIV|           success of his plans that Mme. Blanche should be watched
141      LIV|      Martial entered the chamber of Mme. Blanche.~ ~The room was
142      LIV|         apparel, the articles which Mme. Blanche used daily—her
143      LIV|      February, and from that moment Mme. Blanche did not take a
144      LIV|        styled it, failed to work.~ ~Mme. Blanche, on receiving the
145      LIV|             clock was sounding when Mme. Blanche and Camille left
146      LIV|            gesticulating earnestly. Mme. Blanche and Camille were
147      LIV|           plotting “a rich haul.”~ ~Mme. Blanche, who had dressed
148      LIV|             were almost killing her—Mme. Blanche had forgotten to
149      LIV|          been torn from the ears of Mme. Blanche had it not been
150      LIV|          cries escaping the lips of Mme. Blanche and Camille in
151       LV|         failed, it was only because Mme. Blanche had not purchased
152       LV|        drinking-saloon.~ ~Warned by Mme. Milner, thanks to a blunder
153       LV|          burst it open. Too late!~ ~Mme. Blanche was dead—poisoned,
154       LV|         testimony, Lecoq thought of Mme. Milner, the owner of the
155       LV|            a day after the death of Mme. Blanche.~ ~Reclining upon