Gasselin brought up the rear.
"There are my father and mother," said the young man to Camille.
The marquise stopped short. Madame du Guenic felt the most violent
repulsion at the appearance of Beatrix, although the latter was
dressed to much advantage. A Leghorn hat with wide brims and a wreath
of blue-bells, her crimped hair fluffy beneath it, a gown of some gray
woollen stuff, and a blue sash with floating ends gave her the air of
a princess disguised as a milkmaid.
"She has no heart," thought the baroness.
"Mademoiselle," said Calyste to Camille, "this is Madame du Guenic,
and this is my father." Then he said turning to the baron and
baroness, "Mademoiselle des Touches, and Madame la Marquise de
Rochefide, /nee/ de Casteran, father."
The baron bowed to Mademoiselle des Touches, who made a respectful
bow, full of gratitude, to the baroness.
"That one," thought Fanny, "really loves my boy; she seems to thank me
for bringing him into the world."
"I suppose you have come to see, as I have, whether the harvest is a
good one. But I believe you have better reasons for doing so than I,"
said the baron to Camille.
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