Her strong, clear tones enabled her to talk to him, but she wore out
her lungs, so anxious was she to prove to her future husband that to
her he would never be deaf.
"He has had three mistresses," said the old man, "and his wife was an
Adeline! Poor Adeline!"
"If you will take my advice," shrieked Lisbeth, "you will use your
influence with the Prince de Wissembourg to secure her some suitable
appointment. She will need it, for the Baron's pay is pledged for
three years."
"I will go to the War Office," said he, "and see the Prince, to find
out what he thinks of my brother, and ask for his interest to help my
sister. Think of some place that is fit for her."
"The charitable ladies of Paris, in concert with the Archbishop, have
formed various beneficent associations; they employ superintendents,
very decently paid, whose business it is to seek out cases of real
want. Such an occupation would exactly suit dear Adeline; it would be
work after her own heart."
"Send to order the horses," said the Marshal. "I will go and dress. I
will drive to Neuilly if necessary."
"How fond he is of her! She will always cross my path wherever I
turn!" said Lisbeth to herself.
Lisbeth was already supreme in the house, but not with the Marshal's
cognizance.
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