This proved to be Constance, who, after driving out with Maurice, had
thought of calling to inquire after Marianne, whom she saw only once or
twice a week, although the little pavilion was merely separated by a
garden from the large house on the quay.
"Oh! are you poorly, my dear?" she inquired as she entered the room and
perceived Marianne on the sofa.
"Oh! dear, no," replied the other, "but I have been out walking for the
last two hours and am now taking some rest."
Mathieu had brought an armchair forward for his wife's rich, vain cousin,
who, whatever her real feelings, certainly strove to appear amiable. She
apologized for not being able to call more frequently, and explained what
a number of duties she had to discharge as mistress of her home. Meantime
Maurice, clad in black velvet, hung round her petticoats, gazing from a
distance at the other children, who one and all returned his scrutiny.
"Well, Maurice," exclaimed his mother, "don't you wish your little
cousins good-day?"
He had to do as he was bidden and step towards them. But all five
remained embarrassed. They seldom met, and had as yet had no opportunity
to quarrel.
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