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 1 III |        hope you're well, Madame Clapart," he replied, with an air
 2 III |       for~the steward to Madame Clapart, while she, on her part,
 3 III |         ties that united Madame Clapart with Pierrotin,~and authorized
 4 III |        steward had given Madame Clapart's address~by word of mouth
 5 III |      had there found the Madame Clapart just portrayed, instead
 6 III |      Monsieur~Moreau and Madame Clapart from what he saw of the
 7 III |         Arsenal quarter, Madame Clapart lived on a third floor at
 8 III |          des Lions, etc. Madame Clapart's apartment,~which was panelled
 9 III |        upon Monsieur and Madame Clapart at their~meals he saw that
10 III |      were of silver.~ ~Monsieur Clapart, clothed in a shabby surtout,
11 III |      corner~of the yard, Madame Clapart bore herself with the airs
12 III |        the~morning, that Madame Clapart did some of her smaller
13 III |        a government clerk named~Clapart, aged twenty-seven, who
14 III |       lookout for capacity. But~Clapart, though endowed by nature
15 III |        that powerful protection Clapart was never~promoted; his
16 III |         no other resources than Clapart's salary of twelve~hundred
17 III |    Moreau that he begged Madame Clapart to send the boy down to~
18 III |      ask you," continued Madame Clapart, returning to her son. "
19 III |        Let us admit that Madame Clapart spoke too loudly, and seemed
20 III |       the matter?" asked Madame Clapart.~ ~Oscar pretended not to
21 III |         monster! Perhaps Madame Clapart was~lacking in tact under
22 V   |  nothing, concluded that Madame Clapart's son was telling~falsehoods.~ ~"
23 VI  |  steward's attachment to~Madame Clapart and the little Husson, and
24 VI  |        my~infirmities to Madame Clapart; you have laughed at her
25 VI  |      talking of~you with Madame Clapart, it was never in derision;
26 VI  |        I spoke of you to Madame Clapart. As for my~wife, I have
27 VII |      following~letter to Madame Clapart:--~ ~My dear,--Oscar has
28 VII |      clock that evening, Madame Clapart, just returned from a~walk
29 VII |         single candle. Monsieur Clapart was expecting~a friend named
30 VII |         small means forced him, Clapart would not~have answered
31 VII |        while we were out," said Clapart to his wife.~ ~"Why, no,
32 VII |        came~in," replied Madame Clapart.~ ~"She may have forgotten
33 VII |         conversation and escape~Clapart's cavilling, "Oscar must
34 VII |     park."~ ~"Oh! yes," snarled Clapart, "you expect fine things
35 VII |        way in the~world," cried Clapart. "You don't know your own
36 VII |     prize at school!" continued Clapart.~ ~To bourgeois eyes, the
37 VII |         silence for a moment on Clapart; but presently he~began
38 VII |        street into a commotion. Clapart, who heard~the opening of
39 VII |    changed in a~single day."~ ~"Clapart, two glasses of wine for
40 VII |         Let him alone, Monsieur~Clapart. Don't drive him out of
41 VII |        and~frequently.~ ~Madame Clapart took pains to send her husband
42 VII |       Moreau; and that Monsieur Clapart's~salary, also the "demi-bourse,"
43 VII |       would now cease. Monsieur Clapart, she said, had no claim
44 VII |     support myself and Monsieur~Clapart; but you, Oscar, what could
45 VII |         one~penny from Monsieur Clapart's salary for my son. What
46 VII |       cry.~No sooner did Madame Clapart see the drops coursing down
47 VII |      drawing him to her, Madame Clapart ended by kissing~him to
48 VII |      ways of life of their aunt Clapart. The family intercourse
49 VII |      New Year. The proud Madame~Clapart would never have brought
50 VII |       Cardot family. But Madame Clapart, like all women who concentrate~
51 VII |       old man, bowing to Madame Clapart, and~wrapping his white
52 VII |          stopping short.~Madame Clapart, Oscar, and he were walking
53 VII |         orders," replied Madame Clapart. "Ah! my dear Monsieur~Cardot,
54 VII |         my poor Oscar?~Monsieur Clapart so hates the child that
55 VII |       monsieur!" replied Madame Clapart, proudly, "you were the
56 VII |         from him," cried Madame Clapart, seizing~uncle Cardot's
57 VII |        then," he said to Madame Clapart, as he~bade her good-bye, "
58 VII |         to make known to Madame Clapart the change in their~relations
59 VII |  capacity at~Presles."~ ~Madame Clapart then went on to relate her
60 VIII|       himself elegantly. Madame Clapart, proud and happy in her
61 VIII|         nephew, promised Madame Clapart to be on~the lookout for
62 VIII|         bring the~son of Madame Clapart through in safety.~ ~"How
63 VIII|          at the house~of Madame Clapart, mother of the candidate-basochien
64 VIII| prepared by the hands of Madame Clapart herself had been~judiciously
65 VIII|       liberal conduct of~Madame Clapart, widow, by her first marriage,
66 IX  |          monsieur," said Madame Clapart, who entered the room at
67 IX  |          monsieur!" said Madame Clapart, "a mother is happy, indeed,
68 IX  |       that, Oscar?" said Madame Clapart. "Monsieur Godeschal is~
69 IX  |       of his calling."~ ~Madame Clapart, on the arrival of the tailor
70 X   |      attorneys."~ ~At this time Clapart, who was ill, was being
71 X   | obtained the slightest success, Clapart knew~the extent of her secret
72 X   |     occasion.~ ~"Well, Madame," Clapart would say, "Oscar is doing
73 X   |         and~the rue de Bethisy, Clapart, sitting in the chimney
74 X   |        making the family broth, Clapart's~"tisane," and her own
75 X   |       in despair!" cried Madame Clapart.~"You complained that my
76 X   |        bell rang loudly. Madame Clapart ran to open the door,~and
77 X   |         tell you so, hey?" said Clapart, appearing like a spectre
78 X   |       do with him?" said Madame Clapart, whose grief made~her impervious
79 X   |    grief made~her impervious to Clapart's taunt.~ ~"If he bore my
80 X   |         for a son," said Madame Clapart, "I see that~the heart of
81 X   |     Monsieur Joli-Coeur!" cried Clapart.~ ~Oscar kissed his mother,
82 X   |       before. Then he turned~on Clapart.~ ~"Listen to me, monsieur,"
83 X   |         I say, let me alone!"~ ~Clapart, hearing this apostrophe,
84 X   |        never mind," said Madame Clapart to her son, casting a~reproachful
85 X   |        rue de Vendome.~ ~Madame Clapart, feeling her legs give way
86 X   |        soldier. That idiot of a Clapart looks to me as~though he
87 X   |       Comte de Serizy.~ ~Madame Clapart, after languishing for some
88 X   |        a soul as that of Madame~Clapart's could never be anything
89 X   |      saved the life of Monsieur~Clapart, who, thanks to her devotion,
90 X   |       of~February, 1830, Madame Clapart obtained this promotion
91 XI  |        recognizable as~her son. Clapart, a victim of Fieschi's machine,
92 XI  |       taken?" he said to Madame Clapart and Oscar, eyeing~them like
93 XI  |      had had any. As for Madame~Clapart, whom Georges had scarcely
94 XI  |          To whom," asked Madame Clapart, "will Monsieur de Serizy'
95 XI  |      Don't you~recognize Madame Clapart?"~ ~It was all the nobler