Kissing your hands.
'LE COMTE D'AUBEPINE.'
His whole family was thus disposed of in two letters of the alphabet
(en).
M. de Nidemerle received a polite request to undertake the charge of
his niece, and Mademoiselle had likewise her orders, and I heard from
my brother how he had smiled at my commands, but had found them
necessary, for Armand d'Aubepine had been exactly like a naughty boy
forced to do a task. Not that he had the smallest objection to his
wife and children being with me--in fact, he rather preferred it; he
only hated being troubled about the matter, wanted to go to a match
at tennis, and thought it good taste to imitate the Duke of Enghien
in contempt for the whole subject. Would he ever improve? My
brother did not give much present hope of it, saying that on
returning to winter quarters he had found the lad plunged all the
deeper in dissipation for want of the check that my dear husband had
been able to impose on him; but neither M. de Solivet nor the Marquis
took it seriously, thinking it only what every youth in the army went
through, unless he were such a wonderful exception as my dear
Philippe had been.
Cecile could hardly believe that such peace and comfort were in store
for her, and her tyrant looked as gloomy as Erebus at losing her
slave, but we did not care for that; we brought her home in triumph,
and a fortnight's notice was given to the foster-mother in which to
wean Mademoiselle d'Aubepine and bring her to Nid de Merle.
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