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"Permit me, Monsieur," he said, bringing his heels together and punctuating his sentences with little bows, "permit me, in the absence of a master of the ceremonies, to introduce myself Achille Dorinet, Achille Dorinet, whose name may not, perhaps, be wholly unknown to you in connection with the past glories of the classical ballet.
M. DORINET: But, M'sieur, in simple self-defence.... MULLER: Self-defence, Monsieur Dorinet, is contrary to the rules of the game. Revenge only is permitted. Revenge yourself on Madame Desjardins, whose secret it is your turn to tell. M. DORINET: Madame Desjardins drew my attention to the toilette of Madame de Montparnasse. She said: "Mon Dieu!
Monsieur Achille Dorinet, having gone the round of the company, next addressed himself to me.
"Monsieur, I can but reiterate my regret." "At the Café Procope." M. Lenoir stared coldly, slightly shrugged his shoulders, and said, with the air of one who repudiates a discreditable charge: "Monsieur, I do not frequent the Café Procope." "If Monsieur Müller is to teach us the game, Monsieur Müller must begin it!" said Monsieur Dorinet. "At once," replied Müller, taking his place in the circle.
"'My Aunt's Flower Garden?" repeated Monsieur Dorinet. "I never heard of it." "It sounds pretty," said Mdlle. Rosalie. "Will M'sieur teach it to us, if it is not very difficult?" suggested Mdlle. Rosalie's mamma. "With pleasure, Madame. It is not a bad game and it is extremely easy. We will sit in a circle, if you please the chairs as they are placed will do quite well."
Honoria, not to keep the audience waiting, surveys the ex-god Seamander with a countenance expressive of horror; starts; and takes a turn across the stage. "Ma soeur," begins M. Dorinet, holding the book very much on one side, so as to catch the light upon the page, "ma soeur, voici le bras"....
"Take your places, Messieurs et Mesdames take your places!" cried Monsieur Dorinet, who had by this time resumed his wig, singed as it was, and shorn of its fair proportions. "What game shall we play at?" "Pied de Boeuf" "Colin Maillard" and other games were successively proposed and rejected. "We have a game in Alsace called 'My Aunt's Flower Garden'" said Müller. "Does any one know it?"
"And the more I look at him," said I, "the more doubtful I get." Madame Marotte, meanwhile, had introduced M. Lenoir to the two Conservatoire pupils and their mammas; Monsieur Dorinet had proposed some "petits jeux;" and Monsieur Philomène was helping him to re-arrange the chairs this time in a circle.
"We hope we have another bachelor by-and-by," said Madame Marotte, addressing herself to the young ladies, who looked down and giggled. "A charming man, mesdemoiselles, and quite the gentleman our locataire, M'sieur Lenoir. You know him, M'sieur Dorinet pray tell these demoiselles what a charming man M'sieur Lenoir is!"
Achille Dorinet, formerly premier sujet of the Opéra Français now principal choreographic professor at the Conservatoire Impériale de Musique. I have had the honor, Monsieur, of dancing at Erfurth before their Imperial Majesties the Emperors Napoleon and Alexander, and a host of minor sovereigns. Those, Monsieur, were the high and palmy days of the art.
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