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Updated: June 3, 2025
"You are looking for some one?" she asked. "No, Madame, I have just come from the Marquis de Sérac's apartment." After Wulf had disappeared Madame Ceiron returned to her office and was about to enter when a voice called: "Here I am, Madame Ceiron. I found your note under my door. Is there anything I can do for you?" "Ah, it's you, my child.
Madame Ceiron, the concièrge, or, as she was popularly called, "Mother Citron," certainly presented a fantastic appearance. She was large, shapeless, common, and good-natured. Behind her glasses, her eyes snapped with perpetual sharp humor. She had a mass of gray hair that curled round her wrinkled face, which, with a last remnant of coquetry, she made up outrageously.
I've scarcely time to get back to my apartment, change into my kingly clothes and meet Wulf, to become once more His Majesty Frederick-Christian!" In his apartment in his own house, the extraordinary Marquis de Sérac, who was also the common Mme. Ceiron, was whispering to a person hidden behind the curtains.
You are very kind to have come, and there is something that you can do for me. I want to know if you will come upstairs to Susy d'Orsel's room with me." "What on earth for?" "Well, I'll tell you. It's this way: I am scared to go up there all alone." Marie Pascal smiled. "Of course it is rather appalling, but why do you go there, Madame Ceiron?"
You see, it's this way: Yesterday the little girl came and said to me, 'Madame Ceiron, I'm so upset and unhappy, and I'm bothered to death with questions, too, and then, this King who isn't a King ... I've a good mind to pack my trunk and go away. So I said to her, if that's the case, go by all means she had paid a quarter's advance and when you are ready just come back and that's all there is to it, Monsieur."
I'll probably get a good New Year's present in the morning." "Well, as it's very late for me, I'll go up to bed." "Go ahead, my dear, don't let me keep you." Marie Pascal had reached the stairs when she turned back. "Oh, Madame Ceiron, when can I thank the Marquis de Sérac for his kindness in introducing me to Frederick-Christian?"
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