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1 I | of Isle-Adam frequently said,~"Here comes Pierrotin!"
2 I | left but~the cabriolet," said the hostler, intending to
3 I | it'll warm up the road," said the hostler.~ ~"A coach
4 I | empty, and arrived full," said his porter, still~by way
5 I | as Chambly, came up and said:--~ ~"Are you Pierrotin?"~ ~"
6 I | little in besides, my~lad," said Pierrotin, eyeing the pretty
7 I | Very good; then take this," said the valet, ridding his shoulder
8 I | and examined.~ ~"Here," he said to his porter, "wrap it
9 I | Come and take a glass," said Pierrotin, nodding toward~
10 I | Waiter, two~absinthes!" he said, as he entered. "Who is
11 I | never seen you before," said Pierrotin to the valet~as
12 I | a good reason for that," said the footman. "My master
13 I | comfort for the Moreaus," said the valet, with an air~of
14 I | him steward of Presles," said the valet.~ ~"Well, since
15 I | at any rate."~ ~"True," said the valet, nodding. "Anyway,
16 I | carry baskets of game," said Pierrotin, "but I've never
17 I | le comte is a good man," said the footman, confidentially.~"
18 I | down, down-hill and up!" said Pierrotin. "Peer~of France
19 I | you oblige him so far," said the valet, pointing~half-way
20 I | adieu, Monsieur Pierrotin," said the valet.~ ~A glance rapidly
21 II | single word of disrespect said of~her would have been to
22 II | defended Moreau,~who, he said, had served him faithfully
23 II | seventeen years.~ ~"Very well!" said Derville, "then I advise
24 II | never advance in life," he said to Moreau, "for you have~
25 II | transaction.~ ~"I tell you what," said the steward to his wife,
26 II | That will suit me," said his wife. "The Dutchman
27 II | be close to Champagne," said Moreau. "I am in hopes of~
28 II | seven.~ ~"Monsieur," she said to the cabinet-minister, "
29 II | as it always does!" he said~to himself.~ ~The count
30 II | Though Monsieur le comte," said Madame de Reybert in conclusion, "
31 II | six hundred francs," he said,~replying to his own thoughts,
32 II | 7th artillery."~ ~"Good!" said the count, writing down
33 III | really going there.~ ~"Yes," said the mother.~ ~"Then Madame
34 III | with a sly look.~ ~"Ah!" said the mother, "it will not
35 III | aged twenty-seven, who was said to be a rising man. At that~
36 III | mamma."~ ~"Above all," she said, in a low voice, "be sure
37 III | embraced her~Oscar, and said, smiling, as she took a
38 III | mother's apron-strings.~ ~"He said MAMMA!" cried one of the
39 III | Listen, my Oscar," she said, resuming~at once her tender
40 III | intellect.~ ~"Mamma," he said, "you are standing in a
41 III | when you come away,"~she said; "write me three times at
42 III | also the new patch in the said trousers was seen, through
43 III | was engaged for Oscar," said the mother to Pierrotin.~"
44 III | Take the back seat," she said to the boy, looking fondly
45 III | take themselves off!" he said to himself.~ ~Instead of
46 III | the chorus at the Opera," said Amaury.~ ~This exasperated
47 III | we start?"~ ~"Presently," said that functionary, who was
48 III | effect.~ ~"I'm in style," he said, giving himself a shake
49 III | Behave yourself, Mistigris," said his master, giving him the
50 III | followed his own.~ ~"Charming!" said Mistigris.~ ~"Yes, very,"
51 III | to get a cup of coffee?" said the artist, in a gentle~
52 III | Pierrotin. "Go and ask, you," he said to his porter,~"if Pere
53 III | the Beaumont~diligence," said Pierrotin, still speaking
54 III | Pere Leger troubles me," he said.~ ~"They can't take away
55 III | And I number two," said Georges.~ ~Just as Pierrotin
56 III | helping hand,~my lad!" he said to Pierrotin.~ ~The farmer
57 III | going far; only to La Cave," said the farmer, good-~humoredly.~ ~
58 III | Take the back seat," said Pierrotin, "there'll be
59 III | post-horse."~ ~"There she is," said Pierrotin, pointing to the
60 III | good, that little mare," said the farmer, who by this
61 III | Now, then, make ready,"~he said to the porter, who began
62 III | that master of yours?" said~Mistigris, addressing the
63 III | quiet.~ ~"Well, after all," said Mistigris, "'art is long,
64 III | Patience, Mistigris!" said his master; "'come wheel,
65 III | conversation.~ ~"Pere Leger," said Pierrotin, looking into
66 III | Monsieur le comte," said Pierrotin, visibly troubled, "
67 III | keep better count of us?" said Mistigris. "'Short~counts
68 III | Mistigris, behave yourself," said his master.~ ~Monsieur de
69 III | Don't disturb any one," he said to Pierrotin. "I will sit
70 III | front."~ ~"Come, Mistigris," said the master to his rapin, "
71 III | rabbit, august old man," he said to the count.~ ~"Mistigris, '
72 III | ars est celare bonum,'" said his master.~ ~"I thank you
73 III | you very much, monsieur," said the count to Mistigris's~
74 III | the coach waited for~you?" said the farmer to the two young
75 III | else, I am not the last," said the count.~ ~"I agree to
76 III | agree to that reasoning," said Mistigris.~ ~Georges and
77 III | haven't paid; I'll get out," said Georges, alarmed.~ ~"What
78 III | the clerk.~ ~"Pere Leger," said Pierrotin, when they reached
79 III | I'll get out, too," said the count, hearing Leger'
80 III | It isn't my fault," said Pierrotin, "if a passenger
81 III | here as I told~you before," said the count in a low voice,
82 III | he'll go well enough," said Pere Leger. "Besides, the
83 III | this old barrow of yours,"~said Georges, "so, get on."~ ~"
84 III | afraid of shaking monsieur," said Mistigris looking~round
85 III | make all Frenchmen equals," said Georges.~ ~"Oh! be easy,"
86 III | Georges.~ ~"Oh! be easy," said Pere Leger; "we are sure
87 IV | times."~ ~"In the Levant--" said Georges, with the air of
88 IV | interrupting the~speaker.~ ~"I said in the Levant, from which
89 IV | returned from the Levant?" said Mistigris,~maliciously. "
90 IV | the~germ, so the doctors said, of suppressed plague."~ ~"
91 IV | Go on, Pierrotin," said Mistigris. "Didn't you hear
92 IV | put off into the~road," said his master. "And so," he
93 IV | travelling? There's monsieur,"~he said, motioning to the Comte
94 IV | betting nothing at all,"~said Mistigris's master.~ ~"I'
95 IV | covered with stars."~ ~"Well," said the count, laughing, "I
96 IV | Fleece."~ ~"Beg pardon," said Mistigris, "are they all
97 IV | I served under him," said the count.~ ~"What a man
98 IV | it loose in his pockets," said Georges.~ ~"So I've been
99 IV | a good many Egyptians," said Mistigris.~ ~"Not as many
100 IV | You have had a harem?" said Oscar.~ ~"Were you a pacha
101 IV | are nearer, at any rate," said the count.~ ~"The women
102 IV | names.~ ~"Oh! monsieur," said Mistigris' master, "I am
103 IV | and some cheese-~cakes?" said Georges to the count.~ ~"
104 IV | cheese-cakes.~ ~"Good wine, that!" said Pere Leger, smacking his
105 IV | It is all the better," said Georges, "because it comes
106 IV | your friend the pacha," said Pere~Leger, addressing Georges.~ ~"
107 IV | way.~ ~"Yes, monsieur," said the painter, "that's done
108 IV | he was in the cavalry?" said Pere Leger, who had~followed
109 IV | You, a French soldier!" said the count, sternly. "You
110 IV | there are no spies here," said Georges.~ ~"Are you aware,
111 IV | seemed dumfounded.~ ~"Well," said Pere Leger, "what next?"~ ~"
112 IV | such a dastardly thing," said~Oscar.~ ~"Never mind; we'
113 IV | that footing--"~ ~"But," said Leger, who no longer understood
114 IV | single word, "how?"~ ~"How?" said Georges. "Why, agents go
115 IV | By virtue of what right?" said Leger.~ ~"Right? why it
116 IV | vobiscum,'~--no, thank you!" said Mistigris.~ ~"But that is
117 IV | what we ARE coming to," said the count. "Therefore, those~
118 IV | see, Monsieur Schinner," said the count, "that you are
119 IV | ears.~ ~"Well, with me," said the artist, "the case is
120 IV | suspicion."~ ~"Ah! I see," said the count, "some intrigue,--
121 IV | upon~that hero.~ ~"Yes," said the count, with a credulous
122 IV | not the greatest loss," said Mistigris. "The work is~
123 IV | devotion that youth can win," said the count.~ ~"That's just
124 IV | count.~ ~"That's just it!" said Mistigris, "when one's young,
125 IV | married when he travels," said Mistigris.~ ~"So that's
126 IV | decorations of yours~any better?" said Schinner, recovering his
127 IV | asked for any of my orders," said the count. "I believe I~
128 IV | fair yield and no flavor,'" said Mistigris.~ ~The count was
129 IV | fine as they say it is?" said Georges, addressing the~
130 IV | an~Englishman?"~ ~"Hush!" said Schinner. "I don't want
131 IV | enough I knew how~to box," said Mistigris.~ ~From time to
132 IV | all the places paid for!" said Mistigris, slyly.~ ~"It
133 IV | you."~ ~"Yes, that's it," said the rapin; "'your money
134 IV | upon himself.~ ~"True," said Pierrotin. "Xi! xi! Rougeot!"~ ~"
135 IV | hanged--"~ ~"Uscoques," said Georges.~ ~Hearing the right
136 IV | search for a name.~ ~"Zara," said Georges. "I've been there;
137 IV | coast."~ ~"You are right," said the painter. "I had gone
138 IV | interrupting, monsieur," said Oscar, "we shall~never get
139 IV | t polite to interrupt," said Mistigris, sententiously, "
140 IV | country town--"~ ~"Yes," said Georges; "but it is fortified."~ ~"
141 IV | fortified."~ ~"Parbleu!" said Schinner; "the fortifications
142 IV | I shall not go THERE," said Pere Leger.~ ~"There are
143 IV | Mistigris.~ ~"Ha! good," said Georges, laughing.~ ~"After
144 IV | don't know where.~'Never,' said the little Diafoirus, 'never
145 IV | Georges.~ ~"The house," said Schinner.~ ~"Well, you're
146 IV | stretched~out to meet mine. I said nothing, for those hands,
147 IV | and so~we quarrelled. I said to myself, in changing linen, '
148 IV | our language, did they?" said the count. "I~observe you
149 IV | Riot has but one language," said the astute statesman Mistigris.~ ~"
150 IV | the locanda at Venice," said~Mistigris. "And I had to
151 IV | that really happen to you?" said Oscar, naively.~ ~"Why shouldn'
152 IV | officers of artillery?" said the count, slyly.~ ~"And
153 IV | that artillery officer?" said Mistigris, as slyly to~the
154 IV | head off,--how could~he?" said Mistigris. "'Dead schinners
155 IV | goes by that name."~ ~"Ah!" said Pere Leger.~ ~"I only stayed
156 IV | and fifteen in prison," said~Schinner, "so I saw nothing;
157 IV | They are fooling you," said Georges to the farmer. "
158 V | Always once a day," said the fat farmer; "and I'll
159 V | and Schinner.~ ~"Phew!" said the great painter; "ten-sous
160 V | brought back from Spain," said the adventurer.~"Do you
161 V | breakfast here?"~ ~"No," said the artist. "I am expected
162 V | starting."~ ~"And you?" said Georges to Oscar.~ ~"I have
163 V | don't know how to smoke," said Schinner; "look at me!"~ ~
164 V | them.~ ~"There, young man," said the great painter.~ ~"Here,
165 V | another way; watch this," said Georges,~imitating Schinner,
166 V | he does spend money!" he said, looking at Colonel Georges. "
167 V | bottle of Bordeaux together," said~Georges to the farmer.~ ~"
168 V | are brothers in socks," said Mistigris, pulling up his
169 V | money for the purchase," said the inn-keeper to Pere Leger,~
170 V | little ways~of thwarting it," said the farmer, laughing.~ ~"
171 V | to give,--remember that," said the inn-keeper.~ ~"Of course
172 V | have~King Louis XVIII.," said Pere Leger, in a low voice. "
173 V | think that's good play?" said Leger.~ ~"Besides," said
174 V | said Leger.~ ~"Besides," said the inn-keeper, "the farm
175 V | matter what it costs him?" said the inn-~keeper. "I have
176 V | him, myself."~ ~"Nor I," said Pere Leger. "But he must
177 V | palace."~ ~"Well, well," said the inn-keeper, "it was
178 V | baffle them-- Pierrotin," he said in a low voice as the man
179 V | yourself easy.--Come, hurry," said Pierrotin, a few moments~
180 V | you are in, Pierrotin!" said the inn-keeper. "Can't you~
181 V | either."~ ~"Very good," said Pere Leger to the inn-keeper. "
182 V | to some career, do they?" said~Georges. "Might I ask what
183 V | Monsieur is right," said the great Schinner to the
184 V | such~distinguished men," said the count,--"a painter already
185 V | flaming.~ ~"That's not it," said Mistigris. "'All is not
186 V | way--"~ ~"It must be far," said Georges, "for I saw that
187 V | refined as your stomach," said~Georges.~ ~"Ah! I like that
188 V | fashion in the best society," said Mistigris. "I~use it myself
189 V | to take a private tutor," said Mistigris.~"'Tuto, tutor,
190 V | made a bishop some day," said Oscar.~ ~"By your family
191 V | Excellency the Comte de Serizy?" said Georges.~ ~Pere Leger turned
192 V | de Serizy at Presles?" he said.~ ~"Apparently, as I am
193 V | Aut Caesar, aut Serizy,'" said Mistigris, sententiously.~ ~
194 V | this statement.~ ~"Really," said the count to Oscar, "I am
195 V | endure him."~ ~"Why not?" said Georges.~ ~"The count has
196 V | had a chest like mine," said Oscar, swelling himself
197 V | blamed if she finds better--" said Schinner,~but he did not
198 V | position."~ ~"Most men would," said Pere Leger.~ ~"He adores
199 V | finding that the~count said nothing, concluded that
200 V | stroke."~ ~"Look here!" said the painter, "you seem to
201 V | Schinner.~ ~"Great painter," said Georges, sententiously, "
202 V | believe in that melodrama," said~Mistigris.~ ~"I don't know
203 V | the master of Maffliers," said Pere Leger,~addressing Georges
204 V | suffering for license sake,'" said Mistigris.~ ~"You see I
205 V | see I did know the count," said Oscar.~ ~"Possibly. But
206 V | silence.~ ~"Well, my friends," said the count, when they reached
207 V | The weather is fine," said Georges.~ ~"What place is
208 V | What place is that?" said Oscar, pointing to the chateau
209 V | knows men, not castles," said Mistigris.~ ~"Budding diplomatists
210 V | Presles.~ ~"Messieurs," said the count, "I wish you every
211 V | that's the path to~it," said Leger.~ ~"If ever again,"
212 V | Leger.~ ~"If ever again," said the false Schinner, "I am
213 V | and follow you to Venice," said~Mistigris; "but that's always
214 V | Let me tell you," said Georges to his neighbor
215 V | Here we are--where?" said the painter, and Georges,
216 V | yes; all right, friend," said Georges, recovering his
217 V | Then you are coming to me," said Pere Leger.~ ~"How so?"~ ~"
218 V | To taste your butter," said Georges, pulling out his
219 V | portfolio.~ ~"Pierrotin," said Oscar, "leave my things
220 VI | How is the dear mamma?" he said, taking~Oscar by the hand. "
221 VI | through~the park.~ ~"Jacques," said Moreau to one of his children
222 VI | pleased at getting here," said the~steward. "And yet you'
223 VI | know any of those things," said Oscar, stupidly.~ ~"But
224 VI | here ran~up.~ ~"Come," said his father, "take Oscar
225 VI | aristocrats.~ ~"Mamma," he said, "here are the two artists
226 VI | go and play with him," said his mother.~ ~The remark "
227 VI | husband and myself," she said to the two~artists, "to
228 VI | does not know him, madame?" said the painter.~ ~"Knows him
229 VI | Grindot told me your name," said Madame Moreau to the~painter. "
230 VI | cultivate it successfully,"~said Joseph Bridau.~ ~"No. Without
231 VI | Moliere consulted La Foret," said Mistigris.~ ~Not knowing
232 VI | Mistigris.~ ~"My pupil here," said Bridau, "Monsieur Leon de
233 VI | children in the arabesques," said Bridau,~interrupting Mistigris.~ ~"
234 VI | into the room.~ ~"Rosalie," said her mistress, "who allowed
235 VI | Has he asked for me?" said the steward's wife.~ ~"No,
236 VI | Mamma! here's Oscar Husson," said her youngest son, bringing
237 VI | come, my little Oscar," said Estelle, stiffly. "I~hope
238 VI | he blagued,~that's all," said Mistigris.~ ~"Madame," said
239 VI | said Mistigris.~ ~"Madame," said Rosalie, returning to the
240 VI | Excellency! who is he?" said Joseph Bridau.~ ~"Why, Monsieur
241 VI | the count in the coucou?" said Leon de Lora.~ ~"Oh!" exclaimed
242 VI | Comte de Serizy get here?" said the painter to Madame~Moreau,
243 VI | sure I do not know," she said. "I cannot explain to myself
244 VI | come over to the chateau,"~said the gardener, coming to
245 VI | and his skin~diseases!" said Mistigris, turning on Oscar.~ ~"
246 VI | master.~ ~"Is Moreau here?" said the count. "I see his horse."~ ~"
247 VI | If you value your place," said the count, "you will take
248 VI | Not a word to any one," he said, "and as for you, madame,"
249 VI | Georges?"~ ~"What's all this?" said the steward, intervening.~ ~"
250 VI | clerk I~am."~ ~"And I," said the girl, "am telling him
251 VI | telling him that monseigneur said to me:~'There'll come a
252 VI | waiting-room.'"~ ~"Evidently," said the clerk, "the count is
253 VI | this girl is now saying," said Georges.~ ~"How so?" asked
254 VI | nonsense!"~ ~"Tell me," said Moreau, "what did this traveller
255 VI | Face like a brick," said Georges, "hair snow-white,
256 VI | grandeur.~ ~"Well, monsieur," said the count, who remained
257 VI | from there."~ ~"Monsieur," said the count, with a stern
258 VI | what you have gained," he said after a time, "and I shall~
259 VI | gentleness, monseigneur," said Moreau, with~tears in his
260 VI | for my~wife, I have never said one word of these things--"~ ~"
261 VI | these things--"~ ~"Enough," said the count, whose conviction
262 VI | that."~ ~"Little scamp," said the count, catching him
263 VI | You took up my defence," said the count, hastily; "and
264 VI | what you expose yourself," said the~saucy rapin; "'facilis
265 VI | are most welcome here," said the count, taking Bridau'
266 VI | Schinner, who lent him to me," said Joseph. "Mistigris'~name
267 VI | Peers?"~ ~"Ah! that's true," said the count. "Yes, I will
268 VI | mistaken, Maitre Crottat," said the count, assuming a~stern
269 VI | deserter--"~ ~"Monseigneur," said Georges Marest, "I may have
270 VI | finish what he was saying," said the notary,~digging his
271 VI | be blamed for my faults," said Georges; "but I never~left
272 VI | old man, and a client," said the~count. "Give me that
273 VI | disarrange those papers," said the count, taking~the deed
274 VI | this mean, monsieur?" he said, finally, to Georges.~ ~"
275 VI | If I had not taken it," said the count, "Pere Leger,--
276 VI | Schlague for blague!" said Leon de Lora, in a whisper,
277 VI | Joseph~Bridau.~ ~"Gentlemen," said the count to the two notaries
278 VI | he is very good-natured," said Leon de Lora to Georges
279 VI | be, but my master isn't," said Georges, "and he will~request
280 VI | mind, you like travel," said Bridau.~ ~"What a dressing
281 VI | Mistigris.~ ~"Little idiot!" said Georges. "If it hadn't been
282 VI | is a stupid thing to do," said Joseph Bridau.~ ~"And common,"
283 VI | him.~ ~"Eh! my friend!" said Estelle, coming into the
284 VI | told you--"~ ~"Enough!" said Moreau, in a strained voice.~ ~
285 VI | his Excellency's pardon," said Moreau.~ ~"As if his Excellency
286 VI | a mere lump of vanity," said the count, after~waiting
287 VII | write to you, he has not said a word nor answered, even
288 VII | came while we were out," said Clapart to his wife.~ ~"
289 VII | are treated."~ ~"Well," said the poor woman, to change
290 VII | fault with that poor child?" said the~mother. "What has he
291 VII | you go to meet Poiret?" said the poor mother, struck
292 VII | fatal letter. "Oscar," she said, staggering towards her
293 VII | Go to bed, monsieur," she said to her son. "Let him alone,
294 VII | cease. Monsieur Clapart, she said, had no claim to a~pension,--
295 VII | them?~ ~"For myself," she said, "by nursing the sick, or
296 VII | presented itself.~ ~"Oscar," she said, in conclusion, "in you
297 VII | mind; "public employment"~said almost as little, for he
298 VII | scolded.~ ~"In future," she said, "you will listen to your
299 VII | behave properly; for, as I said before, and I repeat it,~
300 VII | century. Uncle Cardot always said "Fair lady," and he placed
301 VII | their disposition," as he~said, in his chivalrous way.~ ~
302 VII | Don't you see, my friend," said the former master of the
303 VII | late wife.~ ~"Monsieur," said old Cardot's maid-servant,
304 VII | Good-day, fair lady," said the old man, bowing to Madame
305 VII | he's eighteen years old!" said uncle Cardot, smiling at
306 VII | look~after his career," said uncle Cardot, concealing
307 VII | Monsieur Moreau may die," she said. "And besides, he has quarrelled~
308 VII | to--"~ ~"No, monsieur," said Oscar's mother, interrupting
309 VII | Yes, you are right," said uncle Cardot. "You never
310 VII | Listen to me, madame," said the little old man, "and
311 VII | She loved her brother," said Oscar's mother.~ ~"But all
312 VII | Do you hear that, Oscar?" said his mother. "Your uncle
313 VII | memory."~ ~"Oh, I have," said Oscar.~ ~"Very good,--then
314 VII | grandeur of his destiny," said the little old man,~observing
315 VII | to me now and then," he said to Madame Clapart, as he~
316 VII | as we lived at Presles," said~Moreau, wishing to make
317 VII | right, that old fellow," said the ex-steward. "We must
318 VII | make your peace with me," said Moreau, pressing~Oscar's
319 VIII| work here day and night," said the lawyer, from the depths
320 VIII| comparatively unimportant. Godeschal said~to him in presence of all
321 VIII| will, that it may~not be said that Monsieur Desroches
322 VIII| Czerni-Georges.~ ~"Messieurs," said Godeschal at breakfast time,
323 VIII| It is getting colored," said the little clerk, exhibiting
324 VIII| engrossed. An expert would have said that~it was written in the
325 VIII| hear mass, which will be said before the altar~of that
326 VIII| years and goblets, I, the said Godeschal,~have invited
327 VIII| households.~ ~Item: the said gibbets inclosed in a sea
328 VIII| am Frederic Marest," he said, "and I come to take the
329 VIII| clerk."~ ~"Monsieur Husson," said Godeschal to Oscar, "show
330 VIII| pages he began to laugh, said~nothing to the assembled
331 VIII| again.~ ~"Messieurs," he said, when the hour of departure
332 VIII| some fun out of him yet," said Oscar.~ ~ ~
333 IX | So you know each other?" said Godeschal, addressing Georges.~ ~"
334 IX | archives.~ ~"Well, well," he said, "my cousin and I are rich,
335 IX | after him.~ ~"Here," he said, opening his cash-box, "
336 IX | loves to drink like me!"~he said in a low voice, quoting
337 IX | Cabirolos.~ ~"What luck," said Oscar to Godeschal, as they
338 IX | popinjay?"~ ~"Ah! monsieur," said Madame Clapart, who entered
339 IX | friend."~ ~"Ah, monsieur!" said Madame Clapart, "a mother
340 IX | coucou.~ ~"I am certain," said Godeschal, "that that blagueur
341 IX | here's a hundred francs," said the good~fellow, knowing
342 IX | Do you hear that, Oscar?" said Madame Clapart. "Monsieur
343 IX | son.~ ~"Ah, monsieur!" she said, "the blessings of a mother
344 IX | conscription next week," she said, "and to prepare,~in case
345 IX | and kissing him, as she~said:--~ ~"Amuse yourself, my
346 IX | to private diplomacy," he said; "for what difference is~
347 IX | let me know."~ ~"Well," said Oscar, "I'll admit to you
348 IX | very~great harm."~ ~"Pooh!" said Georges, after listening
349 IX | Let me present you," she said, "to the beautiful Marquise
350 IX | d'Anglade."~ ~"My dear," said Florentine, "allow me to
351 IX | marquise, I am at your orders," said Oscar, sitting down~beside
352 IX | me five hundred francs," said the actress to the danseuse.~ ~
353 IX | twelve hundred francs," said the actress to Oscar.~"Bankers
354 IX | What is it, my child?" she said.~ ~At the tone and accent
355 IX | How silly you are!" she said. "Stay where you are; I'
356 IX | the Empire.~ ~"Messieurs," said Georges, "you'll be punished
357 IX | leaden sleep.~ ~"Mariette," said Fanny Beaupre to Godeschal'
358 IX | fellow never told me!"~ ~"He said he'd tell you to-morrow
359 IX | keep him here all night," said Fanny Beaupre,~laughing,
360 IX | your brother's office," she said to Mariette. "He has~lost
361 IX | But we ought to wake him," said Mariette. "My brother won'
362 IX | carry him off with you!" said~Florentine, returning to
363 X | my little Florentine," said the old gentleman, "this
364 X | Mademoiselle Cabirolle!" he said at last.~ ~"Well, what?"
365 X | Mariette carry you~off?" she said to Oscar, who stood there
366 X | Whatever he pleases!" said Cardot, sharply, marching
367 X | Luxor.~ ~"Old skinflint!" said the danseuse, who was crying, "
368 X | hesitated.~ ~"Come, come," she said, "you old monkey, shouldn'
369 X | hundred francs, you scamp!" said Cardot to his~nephew, "and
370 X | Is it about business?" he said; "I am Monsieur Desroches."~ ~"
371 X | my having opened it," he~said, "but your sister's maid
372 X | grief he has caused me! " said Godeschal,~"that tall ne'
373 X | to Presles.~ ~"Ah! yes," said the lawyer, "I remember
374 X | Make him a barrister," said Desroches. "He has only
375 X | find out about your~swan," said her husband. "Do you really
376 X | Didn't I tell you so, hey?" said Clapart, appearing like
377 X | what shall we do with him?" said Madame Clapart, whose grief
378 X | your decision for a son," said Madame Clapart, "I see that~
379 X | Listen to me, monsieur," said the youth, transformed into
380 X | have yielded to at~my age," said Oscar to Moreau, "has made
381 X | without--"~ ~"Stop there!" said Moreau. "I have three children,
382 X | Never mind, never mind," said Madame Clapart to her son,
383 X | miseries together!" she said, as she fainted.~ ~Moreau
384 X | is nothing left for you," said Moreau, coming back to him, "
385 X | may get a lucky number," said Oscar.~ ~"Suppose you do,
386 X | fate will soon be decided," said Oscar. "I draw my number
387 XI | Are your places taken?" he said to Madame Clapart and Oscar,
388 XI | collector of Beaumont," said Pierrotin. "You~take the
389 XI | And that is Georges!" said Oscar, in his own mind,--"
390 XI | in your coach, do they?"~said Georges, remembering his
391 XI | You are much changed," said the ex-farmer, now twice
392 XI | All things change," said Georges. "Look at the Lion
393 XI | Come along, Papa Reybert," said Leger, "we are only waiting
394 XI | man."~ ~"Here he comes," said the steward of Presles,
395 XI | Canalis, three places," he said. Then, moving~to the door
396 XI | name, if you please?" he said to Georges.~ ~"Georges Marest,"
397 XI | Georges.~ ~"Georges Marest," said the fallen man, in a low
398 XI | ago, hey, Pere~Leger?" he said, pulling out a silver watch.~ ~"
399 XI | call me Monsieur Leger," said the~millionaire.~ ~"Why,
400 XI | laughing.~"Well, I always said it never made itself."~ ~"
401 XI | How people meet again!" said Monsieur Leger, turning
402 XI | own name of Leon de Lora,"~said Joseph Bridau, "and the
403 XI | himself, you lack him," said old Reybert.~ ~"I'm afraid,"
404 XI | Reybert.~ ~"I'm afraid," said Joseph Bridau, sadly, "that
405 XI | drives about the park," said Reybert.~ ~"Does his wife
406 XI | be an illusion to you," said Leger, who seemed~inclined
407 XI | hoaxer.~ ~"I respect her," said Georges. "But, by the bye,
408 XI | turned off?"~ ~"Moreau?" said Leger; "why, he's the deputy
409 XI | Next to the count's," said Georges. "I call that very
410 XI | Don't speak so loud," said Monsieur de Reybert, "for
411 XI | great~orator to marry her?" said Georges.~ ~"Something like
412 XI | several seconds;~then he said, smiling:--~ ~"Monsieur
413 XI | Serizy from the Arabs?" said Reybert, "and for whom the
414 XI | Pontoise?"~ ~"Yes, monsieur," said Oscar.~ ~"I hope you will
415 XI | the pleasure, monsieur," said the great~painter, "of being
416 XI | without a 'dot.'"~ ~"Ah!" said Georges, assuming a more
417 XI | I can well believe it," said Pere Leger, smiling. "In
418 XI | breakfast~here, Pierrotin?" he said, aloud, slapping that worthy
419 XI | I am not the driver," said Pierrotin.~ ~"What are you,
420 XI | with an old acquaintance," said Oscar, motioning~to his
421 XI | mother.~ ~"My faith! madame," said Pierrotin, "I should never
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