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โDear sister,โ said Papa Ravinet, still in the door, โhere is the young lady of whom I spoke to you, and who does us the honor to accept our hospitality.โ
Slowly the elderly lady put her needle into the canvas, pushed back the frame, and rose.
She seemed to be about fifty years old, and must have been beautiful formerly. But age and sorrow had blanched her hair, and furrowed her face; and the habit of silence and meditation seemed to have sealed her lips forever. Her stern countenance, nevertheless, expressed kindliness. She was dressed in black; and her costume betrayed a lady from a provincial town.
โYou are welcome, madam,โ she said in a grave voice. โYou will find in our modest home that peace and that sympathy which you need.โ
In the meantime, Papa Ravinet had come forward; and, bowing to Henrietta, he said,โ
โI beg to present to you Mrs. Bertolle, my dearly beloved sister Mary, a widow, and a saint, who has devoted herself to her brother, and who has sacrificed to him every thing,โher fortune, her peace, and her life.โ
Ah! there was no mistaking the look with which the old man caressed the old lady: he worshipped her. But she interrupted him, as if embarrassed by his praise, saying,โ
โYou have told me so late, Anthony, that I have not been able to attend to all of your orders. But the young ladyโs room is ready, and if you chooseโโ
โYes, we must show her the way.โ
The old lady having taken the lamp, after removing the screen, opened a door which led from the parlor directly into a small, modestly furnished room, which shone with exquisite tidiness, and which exhaled that fresh odor of lavender so dear to all housekeepers from the country. The mirrors and the furniture all glistened alike in the bright fire on the hearth; and the curtains were as white as snow.
At one glance the old dealer had taken in every thing; and, after a smile of gratitude addressed to his sister, he said to Henrietta,โ
โThis is your room, madam.โ
The poor girl, all overcome, sought in vain for words to express her gratitude. The old lady did not give her time. She showed her, spread out on the bed, petticoats, white linen, stockings, a warm dressing- wrapper of gray flannel with blue flowers, and at the foot a pair of slippers.
โThis will answer for a change to-night, madam,โ she said. โI have provided what was most pressing; to-morrow we will see about the rest.โ
Big tears, tears of happiness and gratitude, this time, rolled down Henriettaโs pale cheeks. Oh, indeed! this was a surprise, and a delicious one, which the ingenious foresight of her new friend had prepared for her.
โAh, you are so kind!โ she said, giving her hands to brother and sisterโโyou are so kind! How can I ever repay what you are doing for me?โ
Then overcoming her emotion, and turning to Papa Ravinet, she added,โ
โBut pray, who are you, sir,โyou who thus come to succor, a poor young girl who is an utter stranger to you, doubling the value of your assistance by your great delicacy?โ
The old lady replied in his place,โโMy brother, madam, is an unfortunate man, who has paid for a momentโs forgetfulness of duty, with his happiness, his prospects, and his very life. Do not question him. Let him be for you what he is for all of us,โAnthony Ravinet, dealer in curiosities.โ
The voice of the old lady betrayed such great sorrow, silently endured, that Henrietta looked ashamed, regretting her indiscretion. But the old man at once said,โ
โWhat I may say to you madam, is, that you owe me no gratitude,โno, none whatever. What I do, my own interest commands me to do; and I deserve no credit for it. Why do you speak of gratitude? It is I who shall forever be under obligations to you for the immense service which you render me.โ
He seemed to be inspired by his own words; his figure straightened up; his eyes flashed fire; and he was on the point of letting, perhaps, some secret escape him, when his sister interrupted him, saying reproachfully,โ
โAnthony, Anthony!โ
He stopped at once. Then he resumed,โ
โYou are right; you are right! I forget myself here; and I ought to be already back in Water Street. It is of the utmost importance that that woman Chevassat should not miss me a moment to-night.โ
He was about to leave them, when the old lady held him back, and said,โ
โYou ought to go back, I know; only be careful! It is a miracle that M. de Brevan has never met you and recognized you, during the year he has been coming to the house in which you live. If such a misfortune should happen now, our enemies might once more escape us. After the young ladyโs desperate act, he would not fail to recognize the man who has saved her. What can you do to avoid meeting him?โ
โI have thought of that danger,โ he replied. โWhen I go back, I shall tell the two Chevassats a little story, which will frighten them, so that they will advise Brevan never to appear there, except at night, as he formerly did.โ
Thereupon he bowed to Henrietta, and went away with the words,โ
โTo-morrow we will consult with each other.โ
The shipwrecked man who is saved at the last moment, when, strength and spirits being alike exhausted, he feels himself sinking into the abyss, cannot, upon feeling once more firm ground under his feet, experience a sense of greater happiness than Henrietta did that night. For the delicious sensation had become deeper and intenser by the evening spent in company with Papa Ravinetโs sister.
The widow, free from embarrassment as from affectation, possessed a quiet dignity which appeared in certain words and ways she had, and which made Henrietta guess the principal events of her life. Ruined all of a sudden,โshe did not say how,โsome months after the death of her husband, she, who had been accustomed to all the comforts of opulence had seen herself reduced to poverty, and all its privations. This had happened about five years ago. Since then she had imposed upon herself the strictest economy, although she never neglected her appearance. She had but one servant, who came every morning to clean up the house; she herself did all the other work, washing and ironing her own linen, cooking only twice a week, and eating cold meat on the other days, as much to save money as to save time.
For her time had its value. She worked on her frame patterns for embroideries, for which a fashionable store paid her very good prices. There were days in summer when she earned three francs.
The blow had been a severe one; she did not conceal it. Gradually,
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