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He captured 'Kep' Queen himself." "I reckon you've heard young Henry's story of how he got 'Kep' Queen," Brunner finished. "If you've ever talked with him when he was out of sight of the old man, I know you have. What I've told you to-night is what old man Henry could tell if he wanted to. But he never will.
The good tailor Graffs, who loved Emilie as if she had been their own daughter, were giving up the ground floor of their great house to the young couple, and here the bank of Brunner, Schwab and Company was to be established.
A German cannot resist a display of this kind; Brunner caught Cecile's hand, made her turn, and watched her confusion under his gaze, after the manner of the heroes of the novels of Auguste Lafontaine of chaste memory. "You are adorable," said he. Cecile's petulant gesture replied, "So are you who could help liking you?"
It was my notion of the older Thomas. I don't think a more commonplace looking man ever lived. Brunner told me that he had not changed in fourteen years. "'Young Henry swells around and talks big; the old man he says nothing and chaws tobacco, That's the way people size 'em up around here." Brunner thus confirmed my own impression of the pair.
He is going to invest twelve hundred thousand francs in grazing land, which will be added to Marville some day." More variations followed on the morrow. For instance M. Brunner was a great lord, doing everything in lordly fashion; he did not haggle. Nobody knew how much money M. Brunner possessed; "he had the finest horses and the smartest carriages in Paris!" and so on and so on.
Cecile thought herself the happiest of women when Brunner, looking round at the magnificent works of art so patiently collected during forty years, waxed enthusiastic, and Pons, to his no small satisfaction, found an appreciative admirer of his treasures for the first time in his life. "He is poetical," the young lady said to herself; "he sees millions in the things.
That is because he is wearing yellow gloves and shines with all the radiance of riches, but that is my friend Fritz Brunner out of Frankfort-on-the-Main." "Dat used to komm to see du blav und sit peside you in der orghestra?" "The same. You would not believe he could look so different, would you?"
The father holds a very high position as a judge; there will be a hundred thousand francs paid down and a million to come." "Wait!" answered Schwab; "I will speak to Fritz this instant." The pair watched Brunner and his friend as they walked round and round the garden; again and again they passed the bench, sometimes one spoke, sometimes the other.
After a time the youngster's monologue became a sort of soothing hum, for which the other was grateful. "I was cross and sleepy and chilly and nervous," Brunner explained, "and the boy's gabble rested me." I gathered that the young man was more excited than he cared to confess, even to himself. He talked, as others whistle, to "keep up his courage."
There is no proper love interest in the book, the lack being supplied by the friendship between Pons and the old German musician, Schmucke. A number of subordinate biographies are interwoven with the principal story those of the banker Brunner, the Auvergnat Remonencq, the Cibots, who were Pons' porters and caterers, Doctor Poulain and Lawyer Fraisier.
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