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"Well! all the more reason to present our compliments to them," cried Perducas de Pincornay, in a tipsy voice. "And what friends are they? We will see!" cried St. Maline. The good hostess, hoping to prevent a collision, glided among them, and whispered Ernanton's name in St. Maline's ear. "Ernanton!" cried St.
Thus, when the young man reached the door, he found Dame Fournichon on the threshold waiting for her customers with a smile, which made her resemble a mythological goddess painted by a Flemish painter, and in her large white hands she held a golden crown, which another hand, whiter and more delicate, had slipped in, in passing. She stood before the door, so as to bar Ernanton's passage.
But first, I will choose one of these horses." "Take mine; I know what it can do." "Oh! that is too generous." "I have not so much need as you have to go quickly." Chicot made no more compliments, but got on Ernanton's horse and disappeared. Ernanton remained on the field of battle, much embarrassed what to do with the two men, who would shortly open their eyes.
"Then you are waited for?" "No; I wait, as you see." "Are they to open the door to you?" "No; to whistle three times from the window." Henri, trembling all over, placed one hand on Ernanton's arm and with the other pointed to the opposite house. "From there?" said he. "Oh! no; from there," said Ernanton, pointing to the "Brave Chevalier." Henri uttered a cry of joy.
"But, as the duchesse is absent, and I represent her here, you may " "I cannot, madame." "You distrust me, monsieur?" "I ought to do so, madame; but," said the young man, with an expression there was no mistaking, "in spite of the mystery of your conduct, you have inspired me, I confess, with very different sentiments." "Really," said the lady, coloring a little under Ernanton's ardent gaze.
Maline showed him that he was not to be trusted. St. Maline's glass was full, and he filled Ernanton's. "Peace! peace!" cried all the voices. Carmainges profited by the noise, and leaning toward St. Maline, with a smile on his lips, so that no one might suspect the sense of what he was saying, whispered: "M. de St.
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