She wished to withdraw unnoticed, but could not do so.Dagobert and his son were between her and the door; and she stood unable to take her eyes from the charming faces of Rose and Blanche.She had never seen anything so winsome; and the extraordinary resemblance of the sisters increased her surprise.Then, their humble mourning revealing that they were poor, Mother Bunch involuntarily felt more sympathy towards them.
"Dear children! They are cold; their little hands are frozen, and, unfortunately, the fire is out," said Frances, She tried to warm the orphans' hands in hers, while Dagobert and his son gave themselves up to the feelings of affection, so long restrained.
As soon as Frances said that the fire was out, Mother Bunch hastened to make herself useful, as an excuse for her presence; and, going to the cupboard, where the charcoal and wood were kept, she took some small pieces, and, kneeling before the stove, succeeded, by the aid of a few embers that remained, in relighting the fire, which soon began to draw and blaze.Filling a coffee-pot with water, she placed it on the stove, presuming that the orphans required some warm drink.The sempstress did all this with so much dexterity and so little noise--she was naturally so forgotten amidst the emotions of the scene--that Frances, entirely occupied with Rose and Blanche, only perceived the fire when she felt its warmth diffusing round, and heard the boiling water singing in the coffee-pot.This phenomenon--fire rekindling of itself--did not astonish Dagobert's wife then, so wholly was she taken up in devising how she could lodge the maidens; for Dagobert as we have seen, had not given her notice of their arrival.
Suddenly a loud bark was heard three or four times at the door.
"Hallo! there's Spoil-sport," said Dagobert, letting in his dog; "he wants to come in to brush acquaintance with the family too."
The dog came in with a bound, and in a second was quite at home.After having rubbed Dagobert's hand with his muzzle, he went in turns to greet Rose and Blanche, and also Frances and Agricola; but seeing that they took but little notice of him, he perceived Mother Bunch, who stood apart, in an obscure corner of the room, and carrying out the popular saying, "the friends of our friends are our friends," he went and licked the hands of the young workwoman, who was just then forgotten by all.By a singular impulse, this action affected the girl to tears; she patted her long, thin, white hand several times on the head of the intelligent dog.Then, finding that she could be no longer useful (for she had done all the little services she deemed in her power), she took the handsome flower Agricola had given her, opened the door gently, and went away so discreetly that no one noticed her departure.After this exchange of mutual affection, Dagobert, his wife, and son, began to think of the realities of life.
"Poor Frances," said the soldier, glancing at Rose and Blanche, "you did not expect such a pretty surprise!"
"I am only sorry, my friend," replied Frances, "that the daughters of General Simon will not have a better lodging than this poor room; for with Agricola's garret--"
"It composes our mansion," interrupted Dagobert; "there are handsomer, it must be confessed.But be at ease; these young ladies are drilled into not being hard to suit on that score.To-morrow, I and my boy will go arm and arm, and I'll answer for it he won't walk the more upright and straight of the two, and find out General Simon's father, at M.Hardy's factory, to talk about business."
"To-morrow, said Agricola to Dagobert, "you will not find at the factory either M.Hardy or Marshall Simon's father."
"What is that you say, my lad?" cried Dagobert, hastily, "the Marshal!"
"To be sure; since 1830, General Simon's friends have secured him the title and rank which the emperor gave him at the battle of Ligny."
"Indeed!" cried Dagobert, with emotion, "but that ought not to surprise me; for, after all, it is just; and when the emperor said a thing, the least they can do is to let it abide.But it goes all the same to my heart; it makes me jump again.
Addressing the sisters, he said: "Do you hear that, my children? You arrive in Paris the daughters of a Duke and Marshal of France.One would hardly think it, indeed, to see you in this room, my poor little duchesses! But patience; all will go well.Ah, father Simon must have been very glad to hear that his son was restored to his rank! eh, my lad?"
"He told us he would renounce all kinds of ranks and titles to see his son again; for it was during the general's absence that his friends obtained this act of justice.But they expect Marshal Simon every moment, for the last letter from India announced his departure."
At these words Rose and Blanche looked at each other; and their eyes filled with tears.
"Heaven be praised! These children rely on his return; but why shall we not find M.Hardy and father Simon at the factory to-morrow?"
"Ten days ago, they went to examine and study an English mill established in the south; but we expect them back every day."
"The deuce! that's vexing; I relied on seeing the general's father, to talk over some important matters with him.At any rate, they know where to write to him.So to-morrow you will let him know, my lad, that his granddaughters are arrived.In the mean time, children," added the soldier, to Rose and Blanche, "my good wife will give you her bed and you must put up with the chances of war.Poor things! they will not be worse off here than they were on the journey."
"You know we shall always be well off with you and madame," said Rose.
"Besides, we only think of the pleasure of being at length in Paris, since here we are to find our father," added Blanche.
"That hope gives you patience, I know," said Dagobert, "but no matter!
After all you have heard about it, you ought to be finely surprised, my children.As yet, you have not found it the golden city of your dreams, by any means.But, patience, patience; you'll find Paris not so bad as it looks."
