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At twelve all was finished; and at four, after having attended the regent's council, which was held at the old Louvre in consequence of the measles having, as we have said, attacked the Tuileries, Dubois returned home in the dress of an archbishop. The first person whom he saw in his room was La Fillon.
And Buvat began to write in his most flowing hand, and never moving his eyes, except from the original to the copy, and staying from time to time to wipe his forehead, which was covered with perspiration. Dubois profited by his industry to open the closet for La Fillon, and signing to her to be silent, he led her toward the door.
The chevalier, without being a regular customer, went occasionally to the tavern of La Fillon. It was quite fashionable at that time to go and drink at her house.
"Oh! my poor gossip," said Dubois, stooping down in order that La Fillon might unclasp his frock, "you see that now things are much changed, and that I can no longer visit you as I used to." "You are proud. Philippe comes there." "Philippe is only regent of France, and I am an archbishop. Do you understand?
"No, monseigneur; he says that it is a political affair." "Diable! about what?" "Relative to Spain." "Send him in; and you, gossip, go into this closet." "What for?" "Suppose my writer and your captain should know each other?" "Ah, that would be droll." "Come, get in quickly." La Fillon entered the closet which Dubois showed her.
"Come here," said Dubois, stepping toward his desk; and the two old friends, who understood each other so well, looked toward each other and laughed. "Come, come," said La Fillon, "I see that all is not lost, and that there is yet some good in you. Come, open this little desk and show me what it contains, and I will open my mouth and show you what I have in my heart."
Dubois took out a rouleau of a hundred louis, and showed it to La Fillon. "How much is it?" said she; "come, tell the truth; however, I shall count after you, to be sure." "Two thousand four hundred francs; that is a pretty penny, it seems to me." "Yes, for an abbe, but not for an archbishop." "Do you not know to what an extent the finances are involved?"
La Fillon uttered such an exclamation of surprise that Buvat started and turned round; but Dubois had already pushed her out of the room, again recommending her to send him daily news of the captain. But the reader will ask what Bathilde and D'Harmental were doing all this time. Nothing they were happy.
"Pardieu! my dear gossip," answered La Fillon, "if you are ungrateful enough to forget your old friends I am not stupid enough to forget mine, particularly when they rise in the world." "Ah! tell me," said Dubois, beginning to pull off his sacerdotal ornaments, "do you count on continuing to call me your gossip now that I am an archbishop?" "More than ever.
"Oh, mon Dieu! Monsieur le Chevalier!" said she, "I am really distressed; but La Normande is waiting at a dinner which will last till to-morrow evening." "Plague! what a dinner!" "What is to be done?" replied La Fillon. "It is a caprice of an old friend of the house. He will not be waited on by any one but her, and I cannot refuse him that satisfaction." "When he has money, I suppose?"
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