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He became greatly alarmed, and got rid of his sister’s hug definitely. Madame Leonie then extended her shapely bare arm out of her peignoir, pointing dramatically at the divan. “This poor, terrified child has rushed here from home, on foot, two miles — running all the way.”

“What on earth has happened?” asked General D’Hubert in a low, agitated voice.

But Madame Leonie was speaking loudly. “She rang the great bell at the gate and roused all the household — we were all asleep yet. You may imagine what a terrible shock. . . . Adele, my dear child, sit up.”

General D’Hubert’s expression was not that of a man who “imagines” with facility. He did, however, fish out of the chaos of surmises the notion that his prospective mother-in-law had died suddenly, but only to dismiss it at once. He could not conceive the nature of the event or the catastrophe which would induce Mademoiselle de Valmassigue, living in a house full of servants, to bring the news over the fields herself, two miles, running all the way.

“But why are you in this room?” he whispered, full of awe.

“Of course, I ran up to see, and this child . . . I did not notice it . . . she followed me. It’s that absurd Chevalier,” went on Madame Leonie, looking towards the divan. . . . “Her hair is all come down. You may imagine she did not stop to call her maid to dress it before she started. . . Adele, my dear, sit up. . . . He blurted it all out to her at half-past five in the morning. She woke up early and opened her shutters to breathe the fresh air, and saw him sitting collapsed on a garden bench at the end of the great alley. At that hour — you may imagine! And the evening before he had declared himself indisposed. She hurried on some clothes and flew down to him. One would be anxious for less. He loves her, but not very intelligently. He had been up all night, fully dressed, the poor old man, perfectly exhausted. He wasn’t in a state to invent a plausible story. . . . What a confidant you chose there! My husband was furious. He said, ‘We can’t interfere now.’ So we sat down to wait. It was awful. And this poor child running with her hair loose over here publicly! She has been seen by some people in the fields. She has roused the whole household, too. It’s awkward for her. Luckily you are to be married next week. . . . Adele, sit up. He has come home on his own legs. . . . We expected to see you coming on a stretcher, perhaps — what do I know? Go and see if the carriage is ready. I must take this child home at once. It isn’t proper for her to stay here a minute longer.”

General D’Hubert did not move. It was as though he had heard nothing. Madame Leonie changed her mind. “I will go and see myself,” she cried. “I want also my cloak. — Adele –” she began, but did not add “sit up.” She went out saying, in a very loud and cheerful tone: “I leave the door open.”

General D’Hubert made a movement towards the divan, but then Adele sat up, and that checked him dead. He thought, “I haven’t washed this morning. I must look like an old tramp. There’s earth on the back of my coat and pine-needles in my hair.” It occurred to him that the situation required a good deal of circumspection on his part.

“I am greatly concerned, mademoiselle,” he began, vaguely, and abandoned that line. She was sitting up on the divan with her cheeks unusually pink and her hair, brilliantly fair, falling all over her shoulders — which was a very novel sight to the general. He walked away up the room, and looking out of the window for safety said, “I fear you must think I behaved like a madman,” in accents of sincere despair. Then he spun round, and noticed that she had followed him with her eyes. They were not cast down on meeting his glance. And the expression of her face was novel to him also. It was, one might have said, reversed. Those eyes looked at him with grave thoughtfulness, while the exquisite lines of her mouth seemed to suggest a restrained smile. This change made her transcendental beauty much less mysterious, much more accessible to a man’s comprehension. An amazing ease of mind came to the general — and even some ease of manner. He walked down the room with as much pleasurable excitement as he would have found in walking up to a battery vomiting death, fire, and smoke; then stood looking down with smiling eyes at the girl whose marriage with him (next week) had been so carefully arranged by the wise, the good, the admirable Leonie.