The Awakening. Kate Chopin

The Awakening - Kate Chopin


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table.” Clatter, clatter, clatter, bang! for the next five or eight minutes.

      “Where is Victor going with the rockaway?”

      “The rockaway? Victor?”

      “Yes; down there in front. He seems to be getting ready to drive away somewhere.”

      “Call him.” Clatter, clatter!

      Robert uttered a shrill, piercing whistle which might have been heard back at the wharf. “He won’t look up.”

      Madame Lebrun flew to the window. She called “Victor!” She waved a handkerchief and called again. The young fellow below got into the vehicle and started the horse off at a gallop.

      Madame Lebrun went back to the machine, crimson with annoyance. Victor was the younger son and brother—a tête montée, with a temper which invited violence and a will which no ax could break.

      “Whenever you say the word I’m ready to thrash any amount of reason into him that he’s able to hold.”

      “If your father had only lived!” Clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter, bang! It was a fixed belief with Madame Lebrun that the conduct of the universe and all things pertaining thereto would have been manifestly of a more intelligent and higher order had not Monsieur Lebrun been removed to other spheres during the early years of their married life.

      “What do you hear from Montel?” Montel was a middle-aged gentleman whose vain ambition and desire for the past twenty years had been to fill the void which Monsieur Lebrun’s taking off had left in the Lebrun household. Clatter, clatter, bang, clatter!

      “I have a letter somewhere,” looking in the machine drawer and finding the letter in the bottom of the work-basket. “He says to tell you he will be in Vera Cruz the beginning of next month,”—clatter, clatter!—“and if you still have the intention of joining him”—bang! clatter, clatter, bang!

      “Why didn’t you tell me so before, mother? You know I wanted—” Clatter, clatter, clatter!

      “Do you see Mrs. Pontellier starting back with the children? She will be in late to luncheon again. She never starts to get ready for luncheon till the last minute.” Clatter, clatter! “Where are you going?”

      “Where did you say the Goncourt was?”

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