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Marriage is the salvation of young men. There must be plenty of pretty heiresses in Bourges." "Heiresses, yes. As to their looks, at this distance " "Yes, I understand, at this distance of course you can't tell. You should do as I did; make inquiries, go and see. I went all the way to Forez myself to look for my wife." "Madame Flamaran comes from Forez?"
M. Flamaran and I sat down together on the bank, our feet resting on the soft sand strewn with dead branches. Before us spread the little pool I have mentioned, a slight widening of the stream of the Bievre, once a watering-place for cattle. The sun, now at high noon, massed the trees' shadow close around their trunks. The unbroken surface of the water reflected its rays back in our eyes.
"Hey? Not important enough? All new questions are important. Charnot specializes on coins. Coins and costumes are all one. I will write to tell him you are coming." "I beg, sir " "Nonsense; Nonsense; I'll write him this very evening. He will be delighted to see you. I know him well, you understand. He is like me; he likes industrious young men." M. Flamaran held out his hand. "Good-by, young man.
My examinations have been passed meritoriously, but without brilliance; my tastes run too much after letters. My professor, M. Flamaran, once told me the truth of the matter: "Law, young man, is a jealous mistress; she allows no divided affection." Are my affections divided?
You understand me when I say adoptive. I do not mean that there exists between us that legal bond in imitation of nature which is permitted by our codes 'adoptio imitatur naturam'; not that, but that I love her like a daughter Sidonie never having presented me with a daughter, nor with a son either, for that matter." A cry from Jupille interrupted M. Flamaran: "Can't you hear it rattle?"
"No, no, Jupille, I'm going to keep him," answered M. Flamaran; "I haven't uttered a syllable for three hours. I must let myself out a little. We will fish side by side, and chat." "As you please, Monsieur Flamaran; but I don't call that fishing." He handed me the implement, and sadly went his way.
Go and see him." Not knowing whom I was about to address, I gave a warning cough as I came near him. The unknown drew a loud breath, like a man who wakes with a start. "That you, Jupille?" he said, turning a little way; "are you out of bait?" "No, my dear tutor, it is I." "Monsieur Mouillard, at last!" "Monsieur Flamaran! Jupille told the truth when he said I should be surprised.
The whole population of Juan Fernandez was staring up at Flamaran without in the least knowing the reason why. "Gentlemen," said a voice from an arbor, "Professor Flamaran will now begin his lecture." A chorus of shouts and laughter rose around our tree. "Hi, old boy, wait till we're gone!" "Ladies, he will discourse to you on the law of husband and wife!" "No, on the foreclosure of mortgages!"
M. Charnot was stooping, examining a superb pink carnation. Jeanne was hovering undecided between twenty bunches of flowers, bending her pretty head in its spring hat over each in turn. "Which, father?" "Whichever you like; but make up your mind soon; Flamaran is waiting." A moment more, and the elective affinities carried the day. "This bunch of mignonette," she said. I would have wagered on it.
It is Monsieur Charnot, of the Institute, who was reading the Early Text." "Merciful Heavens!" I ejaculated, as I went back to my seat; "this must be the man of whom my tutor spoke, the other day! Monsieur Flamaran belongs to the Academy of Moral and Political Science, the other to the Institute of Inscriptions and the Belles-Lettres. Charnot? Yes, I have those two syllables in my ear.
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