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chapter vimrs keeling paid no attention to this: she hardly heard.about the former, who was deeply in love with her, and most anxious to make her his wife, she did not care at all. she found him tiresome, and even the prospect of being a princess could not induce her to marry him. besides, she had taken a fancy to the marquis de fontenay, whom she had first met at the house of mme. de boisgeloup, who was much older than herself, and as deplorable a husband as a foolish young girl could choose.he had grown to detest the time after dinner passed in the plushy, painted drawing-room. hitherto, in all these years of increasing prosperity, during which the conscious e�ϻ���������ôլݸʽ������ffort of his brain had been directed to business and money-making, he had not objected after the work of the day to pass a quiescent hour or two before his early bedtime giving half an ear to his wife��s babble, which, with her brain thickened with refreshment, always reached its flood-tide of voluble incoherence now, giving half an eye to alice with her industrious{291} needle.�ϻ���������ôլݸʽ������ all the time a vague simmer of mercantile meditation gently occupied him; his mind, like some kitchen fire with the damper pushed in, kept itself just alight, smouldered and burned low, and alice��s needle was but like the bars of the grate, and his wife��s prattle the mild rumble of water in the boiler. it was all domestic and normal, in accordance with the general destiny of prosperous men in middle age. indeed, he was luckier in some respects than the average, for there had always been for him his secret garden, the hortus inclusus, into which neither his family nor his business interests ever entered. now even that had been invaded, norah��s catalogue had become to him the most precious of his books: she was like sunshine in his secret garden or like a bitter wind, something, anyhow, that got between him and his garden beds, while here in the drawing-room in the domestic hour after dinner the
but sad, indeed, to see that oceanmme. le brun returned home, but dared not stay there, so she accepted the invitation of her brother��s father-in-law, m. de rivi��re, in whose house she thought she would be safe, as he was a foreign minister. she stayed there a fortnight, treated as if she were a daughter of the house, but ���������ﻹ�и߶�ݸʽ����qqshe had resolved to get out of france before it���������ﻹ�иߵ�ģ�ط��� was too late.the king, the royal family, but especially the queen, were becoming every day more unpopular, the reforms introduced seemed to do no good, only to incite the populace to more and more extortionate demands. the king, having neither courage nor decision, inspired neither confidence nor respect.she also met an acquaintance, m. denon, who introduced her to the comtesse marini, of whom he was then the cavali��re servente; and who at once invited her to go that evening to a caf��.from the horrors of the revolution she had fled in time; with the empire a