“You will live in the family,” she said.
“There may be obstacles to that,” he remarked. “Madame Thuillier is very queer at times; she doesn’t like me.”
“Ha! I’ll settle that,” cried Brigitte. “Do you attend to that affair and carry it through if it is feasible, and leave your interests in my hands.”
“Thuillier, member of the municipal council, owner of an estate with a rental of forty thousand francs a year, with the cross of the Legion of honor and the author of a political work, grave, serious, important, will be deputy at the forthcoming general election. But, between ourselves, little aunt, one couldn’t devote one’s self so utterly except for a father-in-law.”
“You are right.”
“Though I have no fortune I shall have doubled yours; and if this affair goes through discreetly, others will turn up.”
“Until I have seen the house,” said Mademoiselle Thuillier again, “I can decide on nothing.”
“Well then, send for a carriage to-morrow and let us go there. I will get a ticket early in the morning to view the premises.”
“To-morrow, then, about mid-day,” responded Brigitte, holding out her hand to Theodose that he might shake it, but instead of that he laid upon it the most respectful and the most tender kiss that Brigitte had ever in her life received.
“Adieu, my child,” she said, as he reached the door.