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ladies, wiping his neck with his handkerchief and receiving their



congratulations with an air of modesty though not without a tinge of

self-conceit, the young girl glanced towards Madame Pensee and saw her,



palpitating and breathless, drinking in the hero's applause with her head

thrown backwards. It seemed as if she were on the point of fainting. Eveline



immediately smiled tenderly on M. Ceres.

The Alcan deputy's speech had a great vogue. In political "spheres" it was



regarded as extremely able. "We have at last heard an honest pronouncement,"

said the chief Moderate journal. "It is a regular programme!" they said in the



House. It was agreed that he was a man of immense talent.

Hippolyte Ceres had now established himself as leader of the radicals,



socialists, and anti-clericals, and they appointed him President of their

group, which was then the most considerable in the House. He thus found



himself marked out for office in the next ministerial combination.

After a long hesitation Eveline Clarence accepted the idea of marrying M.



Hippolyte Ceres. The great man was a little common for her taste. Nothing had

yet proved that he would one day reach the point where politics bring in large



sums of money. But she was entering her twenty-seventh year and knew enough of

life to see that she must not be too fastidious or show herself too difficult



to please.

Hippolyte Ceres was celebrated; Hippolyte Ceres was happy. He was no longer



recognisable; the elegance of his clothes and deportment had increased

tremendously. He wore an undue number of white gloves. Now that he was too



much of a society man, Eveline began to doubt if it was not worse than being

too little of one. Madame Clarence regarded the engagement with favour. She



was reassured concerning her daughter's future and pleased to have flowers

given her every Thursday for her drawing-room.



The celebration of the marriage raised some difficulties. Eveline was pious

and wished to receive the benediction of the Church. Hippolyte Ceres, tolerant



but a free-thinker, wanted only a civil marriage. There were many discussions

and even some violent scenes upon the subject. The last took place in the



young girl's room at the moment when the invitations were being written.

Eveline declared that if she did not go to church she would not believe



herself married. She spoke of breaking off the engagement, and of going abroad

with her mother, or of retiring into a convent. Then she became tender, weak,



suppliant. She sighed, and everything in her virginal chamber sighed in

chorus, the holy-water font, the palm-branch above her white bed, the books of



devotion on their little shelves, and the blue and white statuette of St.

Orberosia chaining the dragon of Cappadocia, that stood upon the marble



mantelpiece. Hippolyte Ceres was moved, softened, melted.

Beautiful in her grief, her eyes shining with tears, her wrists girt by a



rosary of lapis lazuli and, so to speak, chained by her faith, she suddenly

flung herself at Hippolyte's feet, and dishevelled, almost dying, she embraced



his knees.

He nearly yielded.



"A religious marriage," he muttered, "a marriage in church, I could make my

constituents stand that, but my committee would not swallow the matter so



easily. . . . Still I'll explain it to them . . . toleration, social

necessities . . . . They all send their daughters to Sunday school . . . . But



as for office, my dear I am afraid we are going to drown all hope of that in

your holy water."



At these words she stood up grave, generous, resigned, conquered also in her

turn.



"My dear, I insist no longer."

"Then we won't have a religious marriage. It will be better, much better not."



"Very well, but be guided by me. I am going to try and arrange everything both

to your satisfaction and mine."



She sought the Reverend Father Douillard and explained the situation. He

showed himself even more accommodating and yielding than she had hoped.



"Your husband is an intelligent man, a man of order and reason; he will come




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