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I owed my introduction to Jeanne to Monsieur Flamaran, who drove me to call on her father; his friend; you courted her for me by painting her portrait; Madame Plumet told her you had done so, and also removed the obstacle in my path. I met her in Italy, thanks entirely to you; and you clinched the proposal which had been begun by Flamaran.
To escape from my embarrassment: "Sir," I said, "I came also to ask for a piece of information." "I am at your service, sir." "Monsieur Flamaran has probably written to you on the matter?" "Flamaran?" "Yes, three days ago." "I have received no letter; have I, Jeanne?" "No, father." "This is not the first time that my excellent colleague has promised to write a letter and has not written it.
The matter really was a new line, invented by M. Jupille, cast a little further than an ordinary one, and rigged up with a float like a raft, carrying a little clapper. The fish rang their own knell as they took the hook. "It's rattling like mad!" cried Jupille, "and you don't stir! I couldn't have thought it of you, Monsieur Flamaran."
After ten days of waiting, during which I have employed Lampron and M. Flamaran to intercede for me, turn and turn about; ten days passed in hovering between mortal anguish and extravagant hopes, during which I have formed, destroyed, taken up again and abandoned more plans than I ever made in all my life before, yesterday, at five o'clock, I got a note from M. Charnot, begging me to call upon him the same evening.
No authority that I know of throws any light on the subject. Still one hope remains: M. Flamaran. He knows so many things, he might even know this. M. Flamaran comes from the south-Marseilles, I think. He is not a specialist in Roman law; but he is encyclopedic, which comes to the same thing. He became known while still young, and deservedly; few lawyers are so clear, so safe, so lucid.
The current was barely indicated by the gentle oscillation of a few water-lily leaves. Two big blue dragonflies poised and quivered upon our floats, and not a fish seemed to care to disturb them. "Well," said M. Flamaran, "so you are still managing clerk to Counsellor Boule?" "For the time." "Do you like it?" "Not particularly." "What are you waiting for?" "For something to turn up."
Then off she ran after her father, who had only changed one carnation for another. They went on toward St. Sulpice M. Flamaran on the right, M. Charnot in the middle, Jeanne on the left. She brushed past without seeing me. I followed them at a distance. All three were laughing. At what? I can guess; she because she was eighteen, they for joy to be with her.
You are quite right to love her, of course, of course I could not have understood your doing otherwise; but I must say this, my boy, that if you tarry too long, with her attractions, you know what will happen." "Yes, I ought to ask for her at once." "To be sure you ought." "Alas! Monsieur Flamaran, who is there that I can send on such a mission for me? You know that I am an orphan."
He is an excellent lecturer, and his opinions are in demand. Yet he owes much of his fame to the works which he has not written. Our fathers, in their day, used to whisper to one another in the passages of the Law School, "Have you heard the news? Flamaran is going to bring out the second volume of his great work. He means to publish his lectures.
He is an excellent lecturer, and his opinions are in demand. Yet he owes much of his fame to the works which he has not written. Our fathers, in their day, used to whisper to one another in the passages of the Law School, "Have you heard the news? Flamaran is going to bring out the second volume of his great work. He means to publish his lectures.
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