P. 1
A Love Episode - Emile Zola

A Love Episode - Emile Zola

5.0

|Views: 178|Likes:
Originally UPLOADED by SATHEESH BALACHANDRAN/ Guruvayur/ /LIBRARY OF BABEL/ {in the process of "being built"} Contact: satheeshgvr@gmail.com, to DOWNLOAD this eBook. Thank You.
Originally UPLOADED by SATHEESH BALACHANDRAN/ Guruvayur/ /LIBRARY OF BABEL/ {in the process of "being built"} Contact: satheeshgvr@gmail.com, to DOWNLOAD this eBook. Thank You.

More info:

Published by: Satheesh Balachandran on Jun 05, 2009
Copyright:Attribution Non-commercial

Availability:

Read on Scribd mobile: iPhone, iPad and Android.
download as PDF or read online from Scribd
See more
See less

02/03/2013

"Oh! I will be good!" she pleaded. "I won't cry, I promise."

"It is quite useless, my darling," said her mother, caressing her. "The old woman is well now. I shall not go
out any more; I'll stay all day with you!"

CHAPTER IV.

During the following week Madame Deberle paid a return visit to Madame Grandjean, and displayed an
affability that bordered on affection.

"You know what you promised me," she said, on the threshold, as she was going off. "The first fine day we
have, you must come down to the garden, and bring Jeanne with you. It is the doctor's strict injunction."

"Very well," Helene answered, with a smile, "it is understood; we will avail ourselves of your kindness."

Three days later, on a bright February afternoon, she accompanied her daughter down to the garden. The
porter opened the door connecting the two houses. At the near end of the garden, in a kind of greenhouse built
somewhat in the style of a Japanese pavilion, they found Madame Deberle and her sister Pauline, both idling
away their time, for some embroidery, thrown on the little table, lay there neglected.

"Oh, how good of you to come!" cried Juliette. "You must sit down here. Pauline, move that table away! It is
still rather cool you know to sit out of doors, but from this pavilion we can keep a watch on the children. Now,
little ones, run away and play; but take care not to fall!"

The large door of the pavilion stood open, and on each side were portable mirrors, whose covers had been
removed so that they allowed one to view the garden's expanse as from the threshold of a tent. The garden,
with a green sward in the centre, flanked by beds of flowers, was separated from the Rue Vineuse by a plain
iron railing, but against this grew a thick green hedge, which prevented the curious from gazing in. Ivy,
clematis, and woodbine clung and wound around the railings, and behind this first curtain of foliage came a
second one of lilacs and laburnums. Even in the winter the ivy leaves and the close network of branches
sufficed to shut off the view. But the great charm of the garden lay in its having at the far end a few lofty
trees, some magnificent elms, which concealed the grimy wall of a five-story house. Amidst all the
neighboring houses these trees gave the spot the aspect of a nook in some park, and seemed to increase the
dimensions of this little Parisian garden, which was swept like a drawing-room. Between two of the elms
hung a swing, the seat of which was green with damp.

Helene leaned forward the better to view the scene.

"Oh, it is a hole!" exclaimed Madame Deberle carelessly. "Still, trees are so rare in Paris that one is happy in
having half a dozen of one's own."

"No, no, you have a very pleasant place," murmured Helene.

The sun filled the pale atmosphere that day with a golden dust, its rays streaming slowly through the leafless
branches of the trees. These assumed a ruddier tint, and you could see the delicate purple gems softening the
cold grey of the bark. On the lawn and along the walks the grass and gravel glittered amidst the haze that
seemed to ooze from the ground. No flower was in blossom; only the happy flush which the sunshine cast
upon the soil revealed the approach of spring.

"At this time of year it is rather dull," resumed Madame Deberle. "In June it is as cozy as a nest; the trees
prevent any one from looking in, and we enjoy perfect privacy." At this point she paused to call: "Lucien, you
must come away from that watertap!"

You're Reading a Free Preview

Download
scribd
/*********** DO NOT ALTER ANYTHING BELOW THIS LINE ! ************/ var s_code=s.t();if(s_code)document.write(s_code)//-->