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Updated: June 3, 2025
"Here, Madame Descoings!" he cried, giving her his little store, "it is no business of ours what you do with your money; we owe you what you have lost, and here it is, almost in full."
When he got home, his mother in tears, Madame Descoings, and Joseph, all fell on his neck and kissed him and brought him joyfully to a seat by the fire. "Bless me!" thought he, "the threat has worked." The brute at once assumed an air suitable to the occasion; all the more easily, because his ill-luck at cards had deeply depressed him.
Madame Descoings did the same with her grandson, who was beginning to let fly certain witticisms; and although Philippe, so far, had not understood him, there was always a chance that one of the barbed arrows might piece the colonel's thick skull and put the sharp jester in peril. "You must be tired," whispered Agathe in Philippe's ear; "come to bed."
Thus it happened that Agathe, notwithstanding her many virtues, was the innocent cause of great unhappiness. In the first place, through her lack of intelligence and the blind confidence to which such noble natures are prone, Agathe fell a victim to Madame Descoings, who brought a terrible misfortune on the family.
If Madame Descoings had paid her stake and held her ticket, she would have gone by half-past nine o'clock to learn her fate at a building close to the ministry of Finance, in the rue Neuve-des-Petits Champs, a situation now occupied by the Theatre Ventadour in the place of the same name.
I went out to buy him some cigars." "But," said Joseph, "you left the door locked. Besides, it is so infamous. I can't believe it. Philippe couldn't have watched you, cut open the mattress, done it deliberately, no, no!" "I felt them this morning, when I made my bed after breakfast," repeated Madame Descoings. Agathe, horrified, went down stairs and asked if Philippe had come in during the day.
"Why didn't he ask me, if he wanted it?" cried Joseph, taking a dab of color on his palette and stirring it into the other colors without seeing what he did. "Is it likely I should refuse him?" "It is robbing a child!" cried the Descoings, her face expressing the deepest disgust. "No," replied Joseph, "he is my brother; my purse is his: but he ought to have asked me."
The strength of his constitution enabled him to get home on foot, where meanwhile he had, without willing it, brought mourning, desolation, poverty, and death. The evening before, when dinner was ready, Madame Descoings and Agathe expected Philippe. They waited dinner till seven o'clock.
The devil is always meddling in our affairs. There's my old Descoings in bed, looking at me with her eyes as big as saucers." "Be silent, monsieur!" said Agathe, rising. "At least, respect the sorrows you have caused." "Monsieur, indeed!" he cried, looking at his mother. "My dear little mother, that won't do. Have you ceased to love your son?" "Are you worthy of love?
The news was a thunder-clap to the two widows; Agathe's religious principles taught her to think that all women on the stage were brands in the burning; moreover, she thought, and so did Madame Descoings, that women of that kind dined off gold, drank pearls, and wasted fortunes. "Now do you suppose," said Joseph to his mother, "that my brother is such a fool as to spend his money on Mariette?
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