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You will send a priest, no doubt, to watch to-night. But it is time that Mme. Cantinet came, as well as a woman to do the work, for M. Schmucke is quite unfit to think of anything: I am afraid for his reason; and there are valuables here which ought to be in the custody of honest persons." The Abbe Duplanty, a kindly, upright priest, guileless and unsuspicious, was struck with the truth of Dr.
" And M. Duplanty suggests that you should have Mme. Cantinet " "Oh! Mme. Cantinet who lets the chairs!" exclaimed Pons. "Yes, she is an excellent creature." "She has no liking for Mme. Cibot," continued the doctor, "and she would take good care of M. Schmucke " "Send her to me, M. Duplanty... send her and her husband too. I shall be easy. Nothing will be stolen here."
You have no one with you now and it would be wise to send for Mme. Cibot." "She is capable of anything!" said Pons, without attempting to conceal all his abhorrence at the sound of her name. "It is true, Schmucke ought to have some trustworthy person." "M. Duplanty and I have been thinking about you both " "Ah! thank you, I had not thought of that."
"Very well," said the Abbe, "I am thinking of sending your Mme. Cantinet, a good and honest creature " The practical details of the care of the dead bewildered Schmucke, till he was fain to die with his friend. "He is a child," said the doctor, turning to the Abbe Duplanty. "Ein child," Schmucke repeated mechanically. "There, then," said the curate; "I will speak to Mme.
Schmucke almost died of sorrow, but he took Pons' hand and softly kissed it, and held it between his own, as if trying a second time to give his own vitality to his friend. Just at this moment the bell rang, and Dr. Poulain, going to the door, admitted the Abbe Duplanty. "Our poor patient is struggling in the grasp of death," he said. "All will be over in a few hours.
I say, Cantinet," continued the doctor, beckoning to the beadle, "just go and ask your wife if she will nurse M. Pons, and look after M. Schmucke, and take Mme. Cibot's place for a day or two.... Even without the quarrel, Mme. Cibot would still require a substitute. Mme. Cantinet is honest," added the doctor, turning to M. Duplanty.
"What will you do, left alone with your dead friend?" asked M. l'Abbe Duplanty when Schmucke came to the door. "You have not Mme. Cibot now " "Ein monster dat haf killed Bons!" "But you must have somebody with you," began Dr. Poulain. "Some one must sit up with the body to-night." "I shall sit up; I shall say die prayers to Gott," the innocent German answered.
Schmucke was sitting beside his friend, all unconscious of the crisis, holding the hand that slowly grew colder in his grasp. He signed to Mme. Cantinet to be silent; but Mme. Sauvage's soldierly figure surprised him so much that he started in spite of himself, a kind of homage to which the virago was quite accustomed. "M. Duplanty answers for this lady," whispered Mme.
"Very well," said the Abbe, "I am thinking of sending your Mme. Cantinet, a good and honest creature " The practical details of the care of the dead bewildered Schmucke, till he was fain to die with his friend. "He is a child," said the doctor, turning to the Abbe Duplanty. "Ein child," Schmucke repeated mechanically. "There, then," said the curate; "I will speak to Mme.
As soon as the notary and your two friends are gone, go for our good Abbe Duplanty, the curate of Saint-Francois. Good man, he does not know that I am ill, and I wish to take the holy sacrament to-morrow at noon." There was a long pause. "God so willed it that life has not been as I dreamed," Pons resumed.
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