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"May I lose that twenty-five sous if I have the slightest idea what you are about," remarked Gobenheim. "You seem to me to be crazy." "And yet it is all about a treasure," said Butscha, standing on tiptoe to whisper in Gobenheim's ear. "Dumay, I am sorry to say that I am still almost certain of what I told you," persisted Madame Mignon.
Besides, he has got a wit that is equal to Figaro's," added Canalis, laying his hand on the dwarf's shoulder, "and we must make it foam and sparkle with champagne; you and I, Ernest, will not spare the bottle either. Faith, it is over two years since I've been drunk," he added, looking at La Briere. "Not drunk with wine, you mean," said Butscha, looking keenly at him, "yes, I can believe that.
The behavior of Dumay made the whole scene terrifying to Butscha, to the Latournelles, and above all to Madame Dumay, who knew her husband to be capable of firing a pistol at Modeste's lover as coolly as though he were a mad dog.
This explains many superstitions, the popular legends of gnomes, frightful dwarfs, deformed fairies, all that race of bottles, as Rabelais called them, containing elixirs and precious balms. Butscha, therefore, had very nearly found the key to the puzzle.
I've heard it said ever since I came into the world that 'Monsieur this or Mademoiselle that has made a good marriage, meaning that the other side had made a bad one." "Marriage," said Butscha, "is like a lawsuit; there's always one side discontented. If one dupes the other, certainly half the husbands in the world are playing a comedy at the expense of the other half."
"What are you doing to my Black Dwarf?" she demanded. "Who is making him unhappy?" "Ah! Mademoiselle Mignon, do we luckless fellows, cradled in misfortune, ever weep for grief? They have just shown me as much affection as I could feel for them if they were indeed my own relations. I'm to be a notary; I shall be rich. Ha! ha! the poor Butscha may become the rich Butscha.
"How came you to tell me she had six millions?" said Canalis to La Briere, in a low voice. "My friend," said Ernest, "I do assure you that I was bound to silence by an oath; perhaps, even now, I ought not to say as much as that." "Bound! to whom?" "To Monsieur Mignon." "Ernest! you who know how essential fortune is to me " Butscha snored.
At this instant Butscha, the hidden prompter of the fishing part, was requesting the secretary to say nothing about his trip to Paris, and not to interfere in any way with what he, Butscha, might do.
"In this case the good fairy would be true love," said Canalis in a curt tone, aware that his elaborate excuse for a rupture was seen through by the keen and delicate mind which Butscha had piloted so well. "My dear poet, you remind me of those fathers who inquire into a girl's 'dot' before they are willing to name that of their son.
"I have no one in the world but you," he answered with a troubled voice; "and your compassion is so much a part of your religion that I can never lose it and I will never deserve to lose it." This answer struck the sensitive chord of true delicacy in the minds of all present. "We love you, Monsieur Butscha," said Madame Mignon, with much feeling in her voice.
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