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By a manifestation, diametrically opposed as to form, but quite similar as to the reality, Alfred, contrary to his habit, uncovered his head entirely, and saluted the air profoundly, crying, "A prince! a highness in our lodge! And he has seen me between the sheets when I was in bed, in consequence of the indignities of Cabrion!"
On he goes; at each step, M. Rudolph, he saw written these cursed names on the walls of the houses, on the doors, everywhere, 'Pipelet & Cabrion. He began to see stars; he thought every one was looking at him; he pulled his hat down to his nose, he was so much ashamed. He went on the boulevard, thinking that Cabrion had confined his indecencies to the Rue du Temple.
Alfred retired, coming back by another route, in order to avoid the names he had seen written on the walls. But " "Pipelet and Cabrion that road too?" "As you say, my prince of lodgers. In this way the poor dear man arrived, stupefied, amazed, wishing to exile himself. He told me his story; I calmed him as well as I could. I left him, and went with Cecily to the notary's. You think this is all?
Villainous smile, impudent manners " "Of whom do you speak?" asked the officer. "Of Cabrion, M. le Commissaire, and if you make all haste, there may be yet time to get hold of him," answered Pipelet. "I do not know who this Cabrion is," said the officer, impatiently. "Does Jerome Morel, working lapidary, live in this house?" "Yes, sir," said Mrs. Pipelet, standing at the salute.
"It was not on you, since the outrage of which you were threatened was to have been accomplished upstairs, and you were gone out " "May Old Harry run away with me, if I understand a single word of what you are singing there. Ah, ah! is it that you are decidedly losing your noddle? I shall begin to think that you are absent-minded the fault of that beggarly Cabrion!
This sadness was his only disadvantage, for his manners, being naturally refined, did not suffer by comparison with the ridiculous pretensions of M. Girandeau, a traveling clerk, or with the boisterous eccentricities of Cabrion, an artist, though Girandeau, by his excessive loquacity, and the painter, by his no less excessive hilarity, had the advantage of Germain, whose gentlemanly gravity rather awed his lively neighbor.
"If it be all the same to you, sir, I will go instead of Alfred, who is indisposed from the persecution of Cabrion; who, just as cabbage does, troubles his gizzard." "You, or your husband, it matters little which go on." Preceded by Mrs. Pipelet, he began to ascend the stairs; but he soon stopped, perceiving that he was followed by Rudolph and Miss Dimpleton.
At the moment his wife pronounced the name Cabrion, Pipelet thought he saw in the shade of the alcove the immovable, cunning face of the painter. It was he, his pointed hat, long hair, thin face, satanic smile, queer beard, and paralyzing gaze. For a moment, Pipelet thought himself in a dream; he passed his hand over his eyes, believing that he was the victim of an illusion.
Who has stolen your eyes? Pardon, M. Rudolph; that beggar Cabrion stupefies him more and more he certainly will make him turn to a jackass, my poor love! Alfred, answer!" At this voice, so dear to his heart, Pipelet raised his head; his features were imprinted with a melancholy bitterness. "What did the commissary say to you?" repeated Anastasia.
"In a word, have you never loved?" said Rudolph, looking steadfastly at Miss Dimpleton, to read the truth in her tell-tale face. "Loved! have I not loved M. Giraudeau, M. Cabrion, M. Germain, and you?" "And did you love them the same as you love me neither more nor less?"
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