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In the meantime, Monsieur Bobinet, happily ignorant of these agreeable schemes for his reception, continued to thunder away upon the outer panels, accompanying the raps with occasional loud coughs, and hems, and stampings of the feet. "Hush! do nothing violent," cried Müller, scenting a practical joke. "Let us invite him in, and make fun of him. It will be ever so much more amusing!"
Your coffee will be here immediately, and these ladies on the sofa will be delighted to make room for you." "Oh yes, pray be seated, Monsieur Bobinet," cried the two girls. "We shall be charmed to make room for Monsieur Bobinet!"
More than ever confused and uncomfortable, poor Monsieur Bobinet bowed; sat down upon the treacherous space between the two chairs; went through immediately; and presented the soles of his slippers to the company in the least picturesque manner imaginable. This involuntary performance was greeted with a shout of wild delight. "Bravo, Monsieur Bobinet!" "Vive Monsieur Bobinet!"
Allow me to disembarrass you of your candle." "And permit me," said Jules, "to relieve you of your stick." "Pray, Monsieur Bobinet, do you never dance the polka?" asked Gustave. "Bring Monsieur Bobinet a glass of cold punch," said Adrien. "And a plate of lobster salad," added the bearded student.
Upon one of these chairs sat a certain young lady named Louise, and upon the other Mam'selle Josephine. As soon as it was ready, Muller, who had been only waiting for it, affected to observe for the first time that Monsieur Bobinet was still standing. "Mon Dieu!" he exclaimed, "has no one offered our visitor a chair? Monsieur Bobinet, I beg a thousand pardons. Pray do us the favor to be seated.
"Who do you want to see?" she wheezed. "Miss Bobinet." "Who?" "Miss Bobinet!" said Nance, lifting her voice. "Stop that hollering at me!" said the old woman. "Who sent you here?" "Mrs. Purdy." "What for?" Nance explained her mission at the top of her voice and was grudgingly admitted into the hall. "You ain't going to suit her.
"She said 'yes' when I asked her anything," Nelly reported later to the cook; "or she said 'no'. And her lips were set that hard she might a'most have been Mr. Austen's own child." And that was all Nelly saw in the little creature she tucked into the huge, square bedstead under the bobinet mosquito bar.
"Three cheers for Monsieur Bobinet!" Scarlet with rage, the fourth-floor lodger sprang to his feet and made a rush to the door; but he was hemmed in immediately. In vain he stormed; in vain he swore.
"If you really insist, gentlemen," said he, "I will take a cup of coffee; but indeed...." "A cup of coffee for Monsieur Bobinet!" shouted Müller. "A large cup of coffee for Monsieur Bobinet!" repeated Jules. "A strong cup of coffee for Monsieur Bobinet!" cried Gustave, following up the lead of the other two. The fourth-floor lodger frowned and colored up, beginning to be suspicious of mischief.
Miss Bobinet could never be induced to advance a penny on the week's wages, and Susan, while ready to accept financial favors, was adamant when it came to extending them. By six o'clock Nance had exhausted every resource but one. On her way home she visited a small shop which was all too familiar to the residents of Calvary Alley.
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