The Professor's House
ful tension. The price agreed upon had probably
been a franc or a franc fifty. The man counted
out the change to the student and looked at his
wife with admiration. St. Peter was so pleased
with his flowers that it hadn't occurred to him to
get more; but all his life he had regretted that he
didn't buy two bunches, and push their fortunes a
little further. He had never again found dahlias
of such a beautiful colour, or so charmingly arranged with bright chestnut-leaves.
A moment later he was strolling down the hill, wondering to whom he could give his bouquet, when a pathetic procession filed past him through the rain. The girls of a charity school came walking two and two, in hideous dark uniforms and round felt hats without ribbon or bow, marshalled by four black-bonneted nuns. They were all looking down, all but one-the pretty one, naturally-and she was looking sidewise, directly at the student and his flowers. Their eyes met, she smiled, and just as he put out his hand with the bouquet, one of the sisters flapped up like a black crow and shut the girl's pretty face from him. She would have to pay for that smile, he was afraid. Godfrey spent his day in the Luxembourg Gardens and walked back to the Gare St. Lazare at evening with nothing but his return ticket in his pocket, very glad to get home to Versailles in time for the family dinner.
When he first went to live with the Thieraults, he
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