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seemed to free her of a responsibility which she had blindly



assumed and for which Fate had not fitted her.

Edna did not reveal so much as all this to Madame Ratignolle



that summer day when they sat with faces turned to the sea. But a

good part of it escaped her. She had put her head down on Madame



Ratignolle's shoulder. She was flushed and felt intoxicated with

the sound of her own voice and the unaccustomed taste of candor.



It muddled her like wine, or like a first breath of freedom.

There was the sound of approaching voices. It was Robert,



surrounded by a troop of children, searching for them. The two

little Pontelliers were with him, and he carried Madame



Ratignolle's little girl in his arms. There were other children

beside, and two nurse-maids followed, looking disagreeable and



resigned.

The women at once rose and began to shake out their draperies



and relax their muscles. Mrs. Pontellier threw the cushions and

rug into the bath-house. The children all scampered off to the



awning, and they stood there in a line, gazing upon the intruding

lovers, still exchanging their vows and sighs. The lovers got up,



with only a silent protest, and walked slowly away somewhere else.

The children possessed themselves of the tent, and Mrs.



Pontellier went over to join them.

Madame Ratignolle begged Robert to accompany her to the house;



she complained of cramp in her limbs and stiffness of the joints.

She leaned draggingly upon his arm as they walked.



VIII

"Do me a favor, Robert," spoke the pretty woman at his side,



almost as soon as she and Robert had started their slow, homeward

way. She looked up in his face, leaning on his arm beneath the



encircling shadow of the umbrella which he had lifted.

"Granted; as many as you like," he returned, glancing down



into her eyes that were full of thoughtfulness and some

speculation.



"I only ask for one; let Mrs. Pontellier alone."

"Tiens!" he exclaimed, with a sudden, boyish laugh.



"Voila que Madame Ratignolle est jalouse!"

"Nonsense! I'm in earnest; I mean what I say. Let Mrs.



Pontellier alone."

"Why?" he asked; himself growing serious at his companion's



solicitation.

"She is not one of us; she is not like us. She might make the



unfortunateblunder of taking you seriously."

His face flushed with annoyance, and taking off his soft hat



he began to beat it impatiently against his leg as he walked. "Why

shouldn't she take me seriously?" he demanded sharply. "Am I a



comedian, a clown, a jack-in-the-box? Why shouldn't she? You

Creoles! I have no patience with you! Am I always to be regarded as



a feature of an amusing programme? I hope Mrs. Pontellier does take

me seriously. I hope she has discernment enough to find in me



something besides the blagueur. If I thought there was any doubt--"

"Oh, enough, Robert!" she broke into his heated outburst.



"You are not thinking of what you are saying. You speak with about

as little reflection as we might expect from one of those children



down there playing in the sand. If your attentions to any married

women here were ever offered with any intention of being



convincing, you would not be the gentleman we all know you to be,

and you would be unfit to associate with the wives and daughters of



the people who trust you."

Madame Ratignolle had spoken what she believed to be the law



and the gospel. The young man shrugged his shoulders impatiently.

"Oh! well! That isn't it," slamming his hat down vehemently



upon his head. "You ought to feel that such things are not

flattering to say to a fellow."



"Should our whole intercourse consist of an exchange of

compliments? Ma foi!"



"It isn't pleasant to have a woman tell you--" he went on,

unheedingly, but breaking off suddenly: "Now if I were like



Arobin-you remember Alcee Arobin and that story of the consul's wife at




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