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Thereupon the two children blew one another a kiss with their finger-tips . Every Tuesday Helene had Monsieur Rambaud and Abbe Jouve to dine with her . It was they who , during the early days of her bereavement , had broken in on her solitude , and drawn up their chairs to her table with friendly freedom ; their object being to extricate her , at least once a week , from the solitude in which she lived . The Tuesday dinners became established institutions , and the partakers in these little feasts appeared punctually at seven o'clock , serenely happy in discharging what they deemed a duty . That Tuesday Helene was seated at the window , profiting by the last gleams of the twilight to finish some needle work , pending the arrival of her guests . She here spent her days in pleasant peacefulness . The noises of the street died away before reaching such a height .