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Updated: June 19, 2025
But either Monsieur Bonelle was free from vindictive feelings, or those feelings did not blind him to the expediency of keeping a good tenant: for though he raised the rent until Monsieur Ramin groaned inwardly, he did not refuse to renew the lease. They had met at that period, but never since.
In the first place you feel no pain." "Excepting from rheumatism," groaned Monsieur Bonelle. "Rheumatism! who ever died of rheumatism? and if that be all " "No, it is not all," interrupted the old man with great irritability; "what would you say to the gout getting higher and higher up every day?" "The gout is rather disagreeable, but if there is nothing else "
One such feeling brought me here. The fact is, I am a good-natured easy fellow, and I never bear malice. I never forget an old friend, but love to forget old differences when I find one party in affliction." He drew a chair forward as he spoke, and composedly seated himself opposite to his late master. Monsieur Bonelle was a thin old man, with a pale sharp face and keen features.
"To meet that difficulty," quickly replied the mercer, "we can reduce the interest." "But I must have high interest," placidly returned Monsieur Bonelle. Ramin, on hearing this, burst into a loud fit of laughter, called Monsieur Bonelle a sly old fox, gave him a poke in the ribs, which made the old man cough for five minutes, and then proposed that they should talk it over some other day.
Neither could repress a smile: these good souls understood one another perfectly, and Ramin saw that this was not the Excellent Opportunity he desired, and departed. The next day Ramin sent a neighboring medical man, and heard it was his opinion that if Bonelle held on for three months longer, it would be a miracle. Delightful news!
He could not understand how Bonelle, whom he had thought ruined, had scraped up so large a sum; his lease was out, and he now felt himself at the mercy of the man he had so much injured.
He had, however, the fortitude to abstain from visiting Monsieur Bonelle until evening came; when he went up, resolved to see him in spite of all Marguerite might urge. The door was half-open, and the old housekeeper stood talking on the landing to a middle-aged man in a dark cassock. "It is all over!
"Yes, but I may be carried off one of these days," quietly observed the old man, evidently wishing to turn the chance of his own death to account. "Indeed, and I hope so," muttered the mercer, who was getting very ill-tempered. "You see," soothingly continued Bonelle, "you are so good a man of business, Ramin, that you will double the actual value of the house in no time.
Oh, sir, if you have any influence with us, do, pray do, tell us how wicked it is to die without making one's will or confessing one's sins." "I shall go up this very evening," ambiguously replied Monsieur Ramin. He kept his promise, and found Monsieur Bonelle in bed, groaning with pain, and in the worst of tempers.
"Ramin," groaned the old man, looking inquiringly into his visitor's face, "you are again going to talk to me about that annuity I know you are!" "My excellent friend, it is merely to deliver you from a painful position." "I am sure, Ramin, you think in your soul I am dying," whimpered Monsieur Bonelle. "Absurd, my dear sir. Dying? I will prove to you that you have never been in better health.
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