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"I have given myself a wrench that I shall feel all my days," added she, making as though she were in great pain. When I saw him lying there on the floor, I just took him up in my arms as if he had been a child, and carried him back to bed, I did. And I strained myself, I can feel it now. Ah! how it hurts! I am going downstairs. Look after our patient. I will send Cibot for Dr. Poulain.
Schwab and Brunner reached Pons' rooms unseen by Mme. Cibot. The notary, inquiring for Pons, was shown upstairs by the portress of a neighboring house. Brunner remembered his previous visit to the museum, and went straight in with his friend Schwab. Pons formally revoked his previous will and constituted Schmucke his universal legatee.
Fontaine's house in the Rue Vieille-du-Temple as regularly as frequenters of the Cafe Anglais drop in at that restaurant for lunch. Mme. Cibot, being a very old customer, often introduced young persons and old gossips consumed with curiosity to the wise woman. The old servant who acted as provost marshal flung open the door of the sanctuary with no further ceremony than the remark, "It's Mme.
I must see the property and have some talk with this Jew of whom you speak; and then, let me direct you " "We shall see, M. Fraisier." "What is this? 'We shall see?" repeated Fraisier, speaking in the voice natural to him, as he gave La Cibot a viperous glance. "Am I your legal adviser or am I not, I say? Let us know exactly where we stand." La Cibot felt that he read her thoughts.
"Ah! you would have the grand jeu; I have treated you as an old acquaintance. I only want a hundred francs " "Cibot, going to die?" gasped the portress. "So I have been telling you very dreadful things, have I?" asked Mme. Fontaine, with an extremely ingenuous air. "Why, yes!" said La Cibot, taking a hundred francs from her pocket and laying them down on the edge of the table.
Cibot, I knew all about your business, but I knew nothing of Mme. Cibot. So many clients, so many characters " Mme. Cibot gave her legal adviser a queer look at this; all her suspicions gleamed in her eyes. Fraisier saw this. "I resume," he continued.
The widow, hearing Mme. Cibot praise her son in this way, thought her a delightful woman. "I have just come to tell you, that, between ourselves, poor M. Pons is doing very badly, sir, and I have something to say to you about him " "Let us go into the sitting-room," interrupted the doctor, and with a significant gesture he indicated the servant.
Cibot," said the patient, "be so kind as to leave us; we want to talk about the theatre and my post as conductor, with this lady. Schmucke, will you go to the door with Mme. Cibot?" At a sign from Pons, Schmucke saw Mme. Cibot out at the door, and drew the bolts. "Ah, that blackguard of a German! Is he spoiled, too?" La Cibot said to herself as she heard the significant sounds.
In time Cibot ceased to work for the master tailors; he made a connection among the little trades-people of the quarter, and enjoyed a monopoly of the repairs, renovations, and fine drawing of all the coats and trousers in three adjacent streets.
At that word La Cibot shuddered. "Yes, and it is he who sends you there," continued Fraisier. "Ah! my dear madame, you little know what a red robe means! It is bad enough to have a plain black gown against you! You see me here, ruined, bald, broken in health all because, unwittingly, I crossed a mere attorney for the crown in the provinces.
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