Fruitfulness eBook

Émile Gaboriau
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 616 pages of information about Fruitfulness.

Fruitfulness eBook

Émile Gaboriau
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 616 pages of information about Fruitfulness.

From that time forward it became a habit with Beauchene to cede Denis a fresh share every two years.  A third followed the second, then came the turn of the fourth and the fifth, in such wise, indeed, that after a final arrangement, he had not even kept a whole share for himself; but simply some portion of the sixth.  And even that was really fictitious, for Denis had only acknowledged it in order to have a pretext for providing him with a certain income, which, by the way, he subdivided, handing half of it to Constance every month.

She, therefore, was ignorant of nothing.  She knew that, as a matter of fact, the works would belong to that son of the hated Froments, whenever he might choose to close the doors on their old master, who, as it happened, was never seen now in the workshops.  True, there was a clause in the covenant which admitted, so long as that covenant should not be broken, the possibility of repurchasing all the shares at one and the same time.  Was it, then, some mad hope of doing this, a fervent belief in a miracle, in the possibility of some saviour descending from Heaven, that kept Constance thus rigid and stubborn, awaiting destiny?  Those twelve years of vain waiting—­and increasing decline did not seem to have diminished her conviction that in spite of everything she would some day triumph.  No doubt her tears had gushed forth at Chantebled in presence of the victory of Mathieu and Marianne; but she soon recovered her self-possession, and lived on in the hope that some unexpected occurrence would at last prove that she, the childless woman, was in the right.

She could not have said precisely what it was she wished; she was simply bent on remaining alive until misfortune should fall upon the over-numerous family, to exculpate her for what had happened in her own home, the loss of her son who was in the grave, and the downfall of her husband who was in the gutter—­all the abomination, indeed, which had been so largely wrought by herself, but which filled her with agony.  However much her heart might bleed over her losses, her vanity as an honest bourgeoise filled her with rebellious thoughts, for she could not admit that she had been in the wrong.  And thus she awaited the revenge of destiny in that luxurious house, which was far too large now that she alone inhabited it.  She only occupied the rooms on the first floor, where she shut herself up for days together with an old serving woman, the sole domestic that she had retained.  Gowned in black, as if bent on wearing eternal mourning for Maurice, always erect, stiff, and haughtily silent, she never complained, although her covert exasperation had greatly affected her heart, in such wise that she experienced at times most terrible attacks of stifling.  These she kept as secret as possible, and one day when the old servant ventured to go for Doctor Boutan she threatened her with dismissal.  She would not even answer the doctor, and she refused to take any remedies, certain as she felt that she would last as long as the hope which buoyed her up.

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