"Mademoiselle," she said,"Ah! here is monsieur le cure; I am silent.I came to speak to you on business; but I see that you are conferringwith,"
"Madame," said the cure, "I leave the field to you."
"Oh! monsieur le cure," said Eugenie, "come back later; your supportis very necessary to me just now."
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"Don't I know about your cousin's return, and his marriage withMademoiselle d'Aubrion? A woman doesn't carry her wits in her pocket."Eugenie blushed, and remained silent for a moment. From this day forthshe assumed the impassible countenance for which her father had beenso remarkable. f.wiggs twitter
"Well, madame," she presently said, ironically, "no doubt I carry mywits in my pocket, for I do not understand you. Speak, say what youmean, before monsieur le cure; you know he is my director.""Well, then, mademoiselle, here is what des Grassins writes me. Readit." wig factory
Eugenie read the following letter:,
My dear Wife,,Charles Grandet has returned from the Indies and