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'Learned studies' will tickle his vanity, and should go far to appease him." I was on the point of rising. M. Charnot anticipated me. Grief is not always keenest when most recent. As he approached I saw he was more irritated and upset than at the moment of the accident. Above his pinched, cleanshaven chin his lips shot out with an angry twitch. The portfolio shook under his arm.
Good night, old Charnot! Blessings on you, Mademoiselle Jeanne! I am back in my study. It is very cold; Madame Menin, my housekeeper, has let the fire out. Hallo! she has left her duster, too, lying on the manuscript of my essay. Is it an omen, a presage of that dust which awaits my still unfinished work? Who can fathom Dame Fortune's ironic humor?
For the first half-hour all three of us talked together. Then M. Charnot pushed back his armchair, and we two were left to ourselves. He had taken up a newspaper, but I am pretty sure he held it upside down. In any case he must have been reading between the lines, for he did not turn the page the whole evening.
Will you, please, leave me your Christian name, surname, profession, and address?" I wrote down, "Fabien Jean Jacques Mouillard, barrister, 91 Rue de Rennes." "Is that all?" I asked. "Yes, sir, that is all for the present. But I warn you that Monsieur Charnot is exceedingly annoyed. It might be as well to offer him some apology." "Monsieur Charnot?" "Yes.
"I must apologize. Let me see, what could I say to Monsieur Charnot? As a matter of fact, it's to the Early Text that I ought to apologize. I have spilled no ink over Monsieur Charnot. He is spotless, collar and cuffs; the blot, the splashes, all fell on the Text.
Across the table stood his daughter, leaning forward with her chin on her hands and her white teeth showing as she laughed for laughing's sake, to give play to her young spirits and gladden her old father's heart as he gazed on her, delighted. I must confess it made a pretty picture; and M. Charnot at that moment was extremely unlike the M. Charnot who had confronted me from behind the desk.
I discovered that there were many Charnots in Paris without counting mine: Charnot, grocer; Charnot, upholsterer; Charnot, surgical bandage-maker. I built up a whole family tree for the member of the Institute, choosing, of course, those persons of the name who appeared most worthy to adorn its branches. Of what followed I retain but a vague recollection.
Now, my boy, the facts are ascertained: Mademoiselle Charnot is another's; you must get your mourning over and start with me to-night. To-morrow morning we shall be in Bourges, and you'll soon be laughing over your Parisian delusions, I warrant you!"
The very last time I saw Monsieur Flamaran he let fall 'my very good friend Charnot, of the 'Inscriptions. They are friends. And I am in a pretty situation; threatened with I don't know what by the Library for the keeper told me positively that this was all 'for the present' but not for the future; threatened to be disgraced in my tutor's eyes; and all because this learned man's temper is upset.
It inspired me with the sudden resolution of detaining this fugitive apparition, of resting, if possible, another hour near her to whose side an unexpected stroke of fortune had brought me. M. Charnot had already left the room; his rotund shadow rested on the wall of the passage. He held a travelling-bag in his hand. "Monsieur," said I, "I am sorry that you are obliged to return already to Milan.
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