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  1 III|     rapin."~ ~"Behave yourself, Mistigris," said his master, giving
  2 III|       due~allowance, to that of Mistigris, consisted of a shabby surtout
  3 III|      details; then he looked at Mistigris, whose satirical~glance
  4 III|         own.~ ~"Charming!" said Mistigris.~ ~"Yes, very," replied
  5 III|        here too early," pursued Mistigris. "Couldn't we~get a mouthful
  6 III|   quarter of an hour," remarked Mistigris,~with the innate genius
  7 III|     that master of yours?" said~Mistigris, addressing the porter.~ ~"
  8 III|          Well, after all," said Mistigris, "'art is long, but life
  9 III|         them.--Tr.~ ~"Patience, Mistigris!" said his master; "'come
 10 III|       better count of us?" said Mistigris. "'Short~counts make good
 11 III|     counts make good ends.'"~ ~"Mistigris, behave yourself," said
 12 III|         you in~front."~ ~"Come, Mistigris," said the master to his
 13 III|      your place to monsieur."~ ~Mistigris opened the leathern curtain
 14 III|        he said to the count.~ ~"Mistigris, 'ars est celare bonum,'"
 15 III|    monsieur," said the count to Mistigris's~master, next to whom he
 16 III|    mount to the hard seat where Mistigris was~fidgeting.~ ~"If you
 17 III|        to that reasoning," said Mistigris.~ ~Georges and Oscar began
 18 III|         shaking monsieur," said Mistigris looking~round at the count. "
 19 IV |        young man accompanied by~Mistigris, a fellow of no account;
 20 IV |      road.~ ~"What dust!" cried Mistigris.~ ~"Henry IV. is dead!"
 21 IV |    think you're witty," replied Mistigris. "Well, it IS like vanilla~
 22 IV |        Oriente flux,'" remarked Mistigris's master, interrupting the~
 23 IV | returned from the Levant?" said Mistigris,~maliciously. "He isn't
 24 IV |         Go on, Pierrotin," said Mistigris. "Didn't you hear him say
 25 IV |        out in conversation."~ ~"Mistigris! if you interfere again
 26 IV |   betting nothing at all,"~said Mistigris's master.~ ~"I'll bet whatever
 27 IV |   Fleece."~ ~"Beg pardon," said Mistigris, "are they all in the coucou?"~ ~"
 28 IV |        those crosses?" inquired Mistigris.~ ~"And what quantities
 29 IV |      good many Egyptians," said Mistigris.~ ~"Not as many as you think
 30 IV |         with MANY tails?" asked Mistigris.~ ~"How is it that you don'
 31 IV |          He offered the same to Mistigris and his~master, who refused
 32 IV |             Oh! monsieur," said Mistigris' master, "I am not blessed,
 33 IV |       to his ears~and looked at Mistigris, who seemed dumfounded.~ ~"
 34 IV |            no, thank you!" said Mistigris.~ ~"But that is what we
 35 IV | nowadays not~to wear orders."~ ~Mistigris and the pretended Schinner
 36 IV |      What sacrifices?" demanded Mistigris.~ ~"Don't you know, my little
 37 IV |        the greatest loss," said Mistigris. "The work is~sure to be
 38 IV |           That's just it!" said Mistigris, "when one's young, one'
 39 IV |  married when he travels," said Mistigris.~ ~"So that's the morality
 40 IV |     yield and no flavor,'" said Mistigris.~ ~The count was resolved
 41 IV |              Faith, yes!" cried Mistigris; "if it hadn't been for
 42 IV |        I knew how~to box," said Mistigris.~ ~From time to time, Pierrotin
 43 IV |      the places paid for!" said Mistigris, slyly.~ ~"It is a lucky
 44 IV |        I think, understands but Mistigris, who~will some day reproduce
 45 IV |      polite to interrupt," said Mistigris, sententiously, "but we~
 46 IV |        so I~went there, leaving Mistigris in Venice at an inn--"~ ~"'
 47 IV |           Locanda,'" interposed Mistigris; "keep to the local color."~ ~"
 48 IV |       the David school," put in~Mistigris.~ ~"You are always lugging
 49 IV |   Georges.~ ~"La, la!" retorted Mistigris; "'an ounce o' paint is
 50 IV |       horrider bellow,'" put in Mistigris.~ ~"Ha! good," said Georges,
 51 IV |       said the astute statesman Mistigris.~ ~"Well," continued Schinner, "
 52 IV |        locanda at Venice," said~Mistigris. "And I had to get from
 53 IV |        artillery officer?" said Mistigris, as slyly to~the count.~ ~"
 54 IV |       off,--how could~he?" said Mistigris. "'Dead schinners tell no
 55 IV |            Maraschino," replied Mistigris,--"a plant that grows to
 56 IV |         alter cases,'" remarked Mistigris.~ ~ ~
 57 V  |       that he was thankful when Mistigris~filched his cigar, remarking,
 58 V  |       francs at least," replied Mistigris; "but that's how things
 59 V  |        brothers in socks," said Mistigris, pulling up his own~trousers
 60 V  |        the horses.~Schinner and Mistigris had walked on. Scarcely
 61 V  |       caetera punctum!'" crowed Mistigris, imitating the hoarse voice~
 62 V  |    bursts of laughter came from Mistigris, the great painter, and~
 63 V  | everybody; he contrived to make Mistigris and the~painter understand
 64 V  |          nunc alii,'" whispered Mistigris.~ ~"--you seem to know little
 65 V  |            That's not it," said Mistigris. "'All is not old that titters.'~
 66 V  |         the best society," said Mistigris. "I~use it myself at the
 67 V  |     take a private tutor," said Mistigris.~"'Tuto, tutor, celeritus,
 68 V  |      Caesar, aut Serizy,'" said Mistigris, sententiously.~ ~Pierrotin
 69 V  |         conveyances," exclaimed Mistigris. "As for me, I'm not listening
 70 V  |        in that melodrama," said~Mistigris.~ ~"I don't know the guerrilla
 71 V  |        for license sake,'" said Mistigris.~ ~"You see I did know the
 72 V  |        speech is for," remarked Mistigris, by way of conclusion.~ ~
 73 V  |       gives content,'" muttered Mistigris.~ ~"The weather is fine,"
 74 V  |         men, not castles," said Mistigris.~ ~"Budding diplomatists
 75 V  |       of what, of where?" asked Mistigris.~ ~"It is a great family,"
 76 V  |      myself. It was your fault,~Mistigris," giving his rapin a tap
 77 V  |     follow you to Venice," said~Mistigris; "but that's always the
 78 V  |       when he became aware~that Mistigris and his master, the witnesses
 79 VI |         messieurs," he added to Mistigris and~his master, who then
 80 VI |         Oscar, the painter, and Mistigris, all more or less subdued,
 81 VI |          exchanged~glances, but Mistigris, faithful to himself, remarked
 82 VI |   artist who was accompanied by Mistigris.~For two days past Madame
 83 VI |      that Pierrotin merely left Mistigris's queer packages with the~
 84 VI |   Monsieur Schinner with us."~ ~Mistigris gave a sly glance at his
 85 VI |      like his double," remarked Mistigris.~ ~"Monsieur Grindot told
 86 VI |        of woman he had~to do.~ ~Mistigris began to rebel internally
 87 VI |       consulted La Foret," said Mistigris.~ ~Not knowing that La Foret
 88 VI |      for sketching,"~interposed Mistigris, with an insinuating air, "
 89 VI |     with the~sweetest glance at Mistigris.~ ~"My pupil here," said
 90 VI |    Joseph Bridau made a sign to Mistigris which meant: "Come, sail
 91 VI |       said Bridau,~interrupting Mistigris.~ ~"I would rather have
 92 VI |              Oh! oh! oh!" cried Mistigris, in three ecstatic tones. "
 93 VI |            Oh!" cried the cruel Mistigris, "a future diplomatist knows
 94 VI |      blagued,~that's all," said Mistigris.~ ~"Madame," said Rosalie,
 95 VI |         with him; also~Monsieur Mistigris."~ ~"Done for!" cried the
 96 VI |        his skin~diseases!" said Mistigris, turning on Oscar.~ ~"What
 97 VI |     Joseph Bridau quivered, but Mistigris, who was conscious of being
 98 VI |        well as my lively~friend Mistigris."~ ~"Your Excellency doesn'
 99 VI |       of your own; to whom does Mistigris really~belong?"~ ~"To my
100 VI |       him to me," said Joseph. "Mistigris'~name is Leon de Lora. Monseigneur,
101 VI |   dinner, because, as my friend Mistigris would~say: 'Qui esurit constentit.'"~ ~"
102 VI |       and Madame Moreau!"~cried Mistigris.~ ~"Little idiot!" said
103 VI |   Bridau.~ ~"And common," added Mistigris. "'Vulgarity is the brother
104 XI |         of Presles."~ ~"We lack Mistigris, now famous under his own