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Simon Giguet hoped that he could now exchange a few words with Cecile, and he looked at her like a conqueror. The look displeased her. "My dear fellow," said Antonin to Simon, observing on his friend's face the glory of success, "you come at a moment when the noses of all the young men in Arcis are put out of joint." "Very much so," said Ernestine, whom Cecile had nudged with her elbow.
Besides, at his hours, he was a poet, and it is said that if a poet tell a lie twice he will believe it. Antonin so often declared his wife to be a charming person that in the end no doubt he thought so. She was not charming, however, or if she were, her charm was not that of exclusiveness. It was in full sight of this lady's inconsequences that Faustine was educated.
"My legal brother," said Achille Pigoult, "is not very strong on the history of the middle ages." "Come, Malvina!" said the stout notary to his wife, making no reply to his young associate. "Tell me, Monsieur Antonin," said Cecile to the sub-prefect, "you spoke of Anicette, the maid of the Princesse de Cadignan; do you know her?"
There were folks at Janville who related that Lepailleur had hung her there. The truth was that she had given signs of melancholia ever since the death of Antonin.
And each time the battle began afresh, to such a point indeed that it seemed as if the shaky old mill would some day end by falling on their heads. Then, all at once, Antonin, a perfect wreck at thirty-six years of age, fell seriously ill. Lepailleur forthwith declared that if the scamp had the audacity to come home he would pitch him over the wheel into the water.
Antonin Goulard, ushered by the landlord into a room which had been turned into a salon, felt himself instantly under the focus of an eyeglass held in the most impertinent manner by the stranger.
"So you went to that meeting?" said Antonin Goulard to Poupart. "I shall never go again, monsieur le sous-prefet," said the innkeeper. "The son of Monsieur Keller is dead, and I have now no object in going there. God has taken upon himself to clear the ground." "Well, Pigoult, what happened?" cried Olivier Vinet, catching sight of the young notary.
Why, that's an extenuating circumstance; he can't be a republican." "Mesdemoiselles, there is nothing that I will not do in the interests of your amusement," said Antonin Goulard. "I will instantly proceed to ascertain if this individual is a count, and if he is, what kind of count." "You can make a report upon him," said the superintendent of bridges.
"Madame Beauvisage is very ambitious," pursued Antonin Goulard. "She knows very well her daughter is to have two millions; she means to be mother-in-law of a minister, or an ambassador, in order to play the great lady in Paris." "Well, why not?" said Simon Giguet.
He uttered these last words so quickly, that, forgetting his knee, he half started up, but, with a cry of pain, sank back in bed. "Are you sure of what you say?" asked the judge. M. Patrigent's solemn tone seemed to frighten Antonin. "Sure?" he replied with marked hesitation, "I would bet my head on it, yet I am not sure!" It was impossible for him to be more decided in his answers.
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