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Cantinet was afflicted with two sore troubles which enabled the lawyer to use her as a blind and involuntary agent.
"Kind regards to all at home," said La Sauvage, "and my compliments to your missus, if you are married, mister.... That was all I wanted to know." "Why, what is the matter, dear?" asked Mme. Cantinet, coming out. "This, child stop here and look after the dinner while I run round to speak to monsieur." "He is down below, talking with poor Mme. Cibot, that is crying her eyes out," said Mme.
At eleven o'clock Mme. Cantinet came in to ask if Schmucke would not eat a morsel, but with a gesture he signified that he wished to be left in peace. "Your supper is ready, M. Pastelot," she said, addressing the priest, and they went. Schmucke, left alone in the room, smiled to himself like a madman free at last to gratify a desire like the longing of pregnancy.
Schmucke was sitting beside his friend, all unconscious of the crisis, holding the hand that slowly grew colder in his grasp. He signed to Mme. Cantinet to be silent; but Mme. Sauvage's soldierly figure surprised him so much that he started in spite of himself, a kind of homage to which the virago was quite accustomed. "M. Duplanty answers for this lady," whispered Mme.
The beadle of Saint-Francois, Cantinet by name, at one time a retail dealer in glassware, lived in the Rue d'Orleans, next door to Dr. Poulain and under the same roof. Mme. Cantinet, who saw to the letting of the chairs at Saint-Francois, once had fallen ill and Dr. Poulain had attended her gratuitously; she was, as might be expected, grateful, and often confided her troubles to him.
As soon as they get what they want, the dead are nothing to them." An hour later, Schmucke saw Mme. Sauvage come into the room, followed by another man in a suit of black, a workman, to all appearance. "Cantinet has been so obliging as to send this gentleman, sir," she said; "he is coffin-maker to the parish."
Cantinet junior, a stage-struck youth, had deserted the paths of the Church and turned his back on the prospect of one day becoming a beadle, to make his debut among the supernumeraries of the Cirque-Olympique; he was leading a wild life, breaking his mother's heart and draining her purse by frequent forced loans.
Schmucke nodded and broke out into weeping. Mme. Cantinet left the unhappy man in peace; but an hour later she came back to say: "Have you any money, sir, to pay for the things?" The look that Schmucke gave Mme. Cantinet would have disarmed the fiercest hate; it was the white, blank, peaked face of death that he turned upon her, as an explanation that met everything.
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