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Suddenly a confused murmur, such as announces the assembling of a multitude, was heard in the street; a tumult arose at the end of the passage, and then musket-butts sounded on the door-step. "Good heaven, M. Rudolph!" cried Miss Dimpleton, running back, pale and trembling; "here are a commissary of police and the guard!"
Rudolph had never seen Miss Dimpleton but by the somber light in Morel's garret, or on the landing, equally obscure; he was therefore dazzled by the brilliant freshness of the girl, when he entered silently her room, lit by two large windows. He remained for an instant motionless, struck by the charming picture before him.
Rudolph paid, and left the Temple with Miss Dimpleton. As the grisette and her companion entered the passage of the house, they were almost thrown down by Mrs. Pipelet, who was running out, troubled, frightened, aghast. "Gracious heaven!" said Miss Dimpleton, "what is the matter with you, Mrs. Pipelet? Where are you running to in that manner?" "Is that you, Miss Dimpleton?" exclaimed Anastasia.
"Then you never see him now?" "Since he left this house, he has not been to see me." "But where does he live, and what is he doing?" "Why do you ask those questions, neighbor?" "Because I feel jealous of him," said Rudolph, smiling, "and I would " "Jealous!" exclaimed Miss Dimpleton, laughing. "There is no reason for that, poor fellow!"
A real child of Paris, Miss Dimpleton preferred tumult to quiet, bustle to repose, the sharp, ringing harmony of the orchestra at the balls of the Chartreuse and the Colysee, to the soft murmur of wind, water, and trees; the deafening tumult of the streets of Paris, to the silence of the country; the dazzling of the fireworks, the glittering of the flowers, the crash of the rockets, to the serenity of a lovely night starlit, clear, and still.
"Neighbor, don't forget to tell M. Pipelet that some goods will be brought here, which must be taken to your room," said Miss Dimpleton. "You are right, neighbor; we will step into the lodge as we pass by."
Then you think that with five or six hundred francs, these poor Morels " "Will be stocked with everything, first-class, for a long time to come." "Neighbor, an idea has just struck me." "Well, what is it about?" "Do you understand household affairs are you clever at making purchases?" "Yes rather so," said Miss Dimpleton, with a look of simplicity.
On hearing the cries of her offended modesty, in spite of myself, I yielded to the impulse of my temper. I do not disguise it, my first movement was to remain perfectly motionless." "But afterward you followed them, I hope, M. Pipelet?" said Miss Dimpleton, who had some trouble to preserve a serious air.
Pipelet the other would confirm them. Rudolph had just arrived at these conclusions, when Miss Dimpleton, turning her head, perceived him, and, without changing her position, said: "What, neighbor! there you are then!" Instantly the pretty leg disappeared under the ample skirt of the currant-colored gown, and Miss Dimpleton added: "Caught you, Cunning!" "I am here, admiring in silence."
"In a word, have you never loved?" said Rudolph, looking steadfastly at Miss Dimpleton, to read the truth in her tell-tale face. "Loved! have I not loved M. Giraudeau, M. Cabrion, M. Germain, and you?" "And did you love them the same as you love me neither more nor less?"
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