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"Oh, M'sieur, wait; I'll tell you," said Francine, simply. "When Andoche went off " "What!" cried the Comte, like a cannon. "He was so broken up, M'sieur, I was so afraid for him, so just to console him, M'sieur to give him something I gave him the tickets." "You gave him the tickets! The lottery-tickets!" "Just to console him yes, M'sieur."
Ten several times did Lucien repair to the Rue Feydeau in search of Andoche Finot, and ten times he failed to find that gentleman. He went first thing in the morning; Finot had not come in. At noon, Finot had gone out; he was breakfasting at such and such a cafe.
So I went to Andoche, and I told him all yes, all, M'sieur that my heart was his, but that my duty was to her. And Andoche, ah, what a good heart, M'sieur he understood we wept together." She choked a minute, put her handkerchief hastily to her eyes, "Pardon, M'sieur; and he said it was right, and I kissed him I hide nothing, M'sieur will pardon me that, and he went away!"
A first-rate traveller's trick! Ha! ha! we are the diplomatists of commerce. Famous! As for your prospectus, I'll take charge of that. I've got a friend early childhood Andoche Finot, son of the hat-maker in the Rue du Coq, the old buffer who launched me into travelling on hats.
Though impatiently expected, and in spite of the flattering dishes prepared for the palate of the gourmet-emeritus, des Lupeaulx did not come to dinner; in fact he came in very late, about midnight, an hour when company dwindles and conversations become intimate and confidential. Andoche Finot, the journalist, was one of the few remaining guests.
"M'sieur wants wants me to be Comtesse de Bonzag?" "Immediately." "Oh!" Springing up, Francine stood a moment gazing at him in frightened alarm; then, with a cry, she vanished heavily through the door. "She has gone to Andoche," said the Comte, angrily to himself. "She loves him!"
"'Madame Jeanne Clementine Athenais de Blamont-Chauvry, wife of M. Charles Maurice Marie Andoche, Comte de Negrepelisse, Marquis d'Espard' a very good family 'landowner, the said Mme. d'Espard living in the Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honore, No. 104, and the said M. d'Espard in the Rue de la Montagne-Sainte-Genevieve, No. 22, to be sure, the President told me he lived in this part of the town 'having for her solicitor Maitre Desroches' Desroches! a pettifogging jobber, a man looked down upon by his brother lawyers, and who does his clients no good "
Suddenly, below in the moonlight, he beheld Andoche tearing himself from the embrace of Francine, and, not to be seen, he returned nervously to the dining-room. Shortly after, the maid-of-all-work returned, calm, but with telltale eyes. "Well, Francine, did I frighten you?" said the Comte, genially. "Oh, yes, M'sieur le Comte " "Well, what do you want to say?" "M'sieur was in real earnest?"
Tell her she shall be blessed, and above all, respected, most respected, by Felix Gaudissart, son of Jean-Francois Gaudissart, grandson of all the Gaudissarts, vile proletaries of ancient birth, his forefathers. March! and mind that everything is hot, or I'll deal retributive justice by a rap on your knuckles!" Another knock sounded. "Here comes the pungent Andoche!" shouted Gaudissart.
Bravo, old chap!" and Blondet released Finot to put his arm affectionately around Lucien and press him to his heart. Andoche Finot was the proprietor of a review on which Lucien had worked for almost nothing, and to which Blondet gave the benefit of his collaboration, of the wisdom of his suggestions and the depth of his views.
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