Part 66 (2/2)

”Yes,” said Brigitte, ”that is the understanding. As for me, I give three hundred thousand francs a year in the Three-per-cents, capital and interest; but the bride is married under the dotal system.”

”That is so,” said the clerk, consulting his notes. ”Mademoiselle Brigitte, three thousand francs a year. Now, there is Madame Celeste Thuillier, wife of Louis-Jerome Thuillier, who gives six thousand in the Three-per-cents, capital and interest, and six thousand more at her death.”

”All that is just as if the notary had written it down,” said Brigitte; ”but if it is your custom you can see my sister-in-law; they will show you the way.”

So saying, the old maid ordered the ”male domestic” to take the clerk to Madame Thuillier.

A moment later the clerk returned, saying there was certainly some misunderstanding, and that Madame Thuillier declared she had no intention of making any agreement in favor of the marriage.

”That's a pretty thing!” cried Brigitte. ”Come with me, monsieur.”

Then, like a hurricane, she rushed into Madame Thuillier's chamber; the latter was pale and trembling.

”What's this you have told monsieur?--that you give nothing to Celeste's 'dot'?”

”Yes,” said the slave, declaring insurrection, although in a shaking voice; ”my intention is to do nothing.”

”Your intention,” said Brigitte, scarlet with anger, ”is something new.”

”That is my intention,” was all the rebel replied.

”At least you will give your reasons?”

”The marriage does not please me.”

”Ha! and since when?”

”It is not necessary that monsieur should listen to our discussion,”

said Madame Thuillier; ”it will not appear in the contract.”

”No wonder you are ashamed of it,” said Brigitte; ”the appearance you are making is not very flattering to you--Monsieur,” she continued, addressing the clerk, ”it is easier, is it not, to mark out pa.s.sages in a contract than to add them?”

The clerk made an affirmative sign.

”Then put in what you were told to write; later, if madame persists, the clause can be stricken out.”

The clerk bowed and left the room.

When the two sisters-in-law were alone together, Brigitte began.

”Ah ca!” she cried, ”have you lost your head? What is this crotchet you've taken into it?”

”It is not a crotchet; it is a fixed idea.”

”Which you got from the Abbe Gondrin; you dare not deny that you went to see him with Celeste.”

”It is true that Celeste and I saw our director this morning, but I did not open my lips to him about what I intended to do.”

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