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You know M. d'Anquetil is not patient, and it quite the man to start without you." When he gave me this counsel, the luncheon bell sounded. "Have you by chance," he said to me, "a needle and thread? My garments are torn at more than one place, and I should like to repair them as much as possible before going to luncheon. Especially my breeches do not leave me without some apprehension.
"I have not," replied M. d'Anquetil, "those scruples which intimidate the crowd of ordinary men, and which I consider good only to stop the timorous and restrain the wretched." "Well spoken!" said my tutor. "I do not believe in virtue," replied the other. "You're right," said my master again. "With his quite peculiar shape, the human animal could not be virtuous without being somewhat deformed.
Knee to knee, so as to steady the table whereon they played cards they laughed, bantered, chaffed each other, and if occasionally they became angry, and threw the cards in one another's face, and swore at each other with such oaths as would have made the boxers of Port Saint Nicolas or the bargemen of the Mail blush, M. d'Anquetil swore by God Almighty, the Holy Virgin and all the saints, that in all his life he had never met with a worse thief than the Abbe Coignard.
Well, as I have said, I thought a constable had come to arrest me, and I could see myself in one of the archbishop's dungeons, when I opened my eyes and recognised the features and voice of M. d'Anquetil. 'Abbe, said that young gentleman to me, 'I have just had a singular adventure in Tournebroche's room.
It's a bad sign with a wounded man; girls don't die of it when they turn their eyes up in that fashion. Your lordships know it well. And there is some distance, thank God! between the little death and the great. But it's the same turning up of the eyes... Remain, gentlemen, I'll go and fetch the horse." "This rustic is amusing," said M. d'Anquetil, "with his turned-up eyes and his bad women.
"But," she exclaimed, "those are not faces." "What else do you want them to be?" I questioned, and burst out laughing. Now, in her turn, she inquired of me what silly idea had sprung into my brain to laugh so stupidly and said: "They are not faces, they are masks. Yonder two men follow us and are masked." I informed M. d'Anquetil that seemingly an ugly carriage followed us.
His somewhat heavy tread sounded in a de crescendo, and soon we could hear him no more. "This very night," said M. d'Anquetil, "reminds me of the night before the battle of Parma. You may be aware that I have served under Villars and been in the War of Succession. I was with the scouts. We could not see anything. That's one of the best ruses of war.
"With the knowledge of Greek I have given him." M. d'Anquetil turned round to me and said: "What, sir, you know Greek! You are not then a gentleman?" "No, sir," I replied, "I am not. My father is the banner-bearer of the Guild of Parisian Cooks." "Well, under such conditions it is impossible for me to kill you. Kindly accept my excuses. But, abbe, you don't drink. You imposed upon me.
But, after this unhappy occurrence, which I do not wish to dwell on longer, is it not time to return to the inn, there to drink, in company with the postboys, who are simpleminded and of easy intercourse, one or more bottles of country wine?" I quite agreed, and we soon reached the hostelry, where we found M. d'Anquetil, who, returning like ourselves from the town, had brought some playing cards.
I rather think it is the watch." "The watch! Worse and worse," said Catherine. "Bah!" M. d'Anquetil exclaimed, "we'll lick them." My dear tutor took the precaution to put one bottle in one of his pockets, and as an equipoise another bottle in the other pocket. The house shook all over from the furious knocks.
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