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"If you are interested in newspapers," said Gaudissart, changing his attack, "we are sure to understand each other." "Yes; but before we say anything about that, tell me what you think of this wine." "Delicious!" "Then let us finish the bottle." The lunatic poured out a thimbleful for himself and filled Gaudissart's glass.
"My wine is capital; you are capital, capitalist, intellectual capital, capital wine, all the same etymology, don't you see? hein? Capital, 'caput, head, Head of Vouvray, that's my wine, it's all one thing." "So that you have realized your intellectual capital through your wines? Ah, I see!" said Gaudissart. "I have realized," said the lunatic.
The two women went into Madame Margaritis' bedroom, leaving the door open so as to hear the conversation, and interpose if it became necessary. They were hardly installed before Monsieur Vernier crept softly up through the field and, opening a window, got into the bedroom without noise. "Monsieur has doubtless been in business ?" began Gaudissart.
"Gaudissart? he was once in the hands of justice. But never mind, he is going to travel for our oil and starts in a few days; put him down. As to the Sieur Andoche Finot, what is he to us?" "Monsieur Anselme says he will be a great man; he has a mind like Voltaire." "An author? all atheists." "Let's put him down, papa; we want more dancers. Besides, he wrote the beautiful prospectus for the oil."
Dat mann mit die liddle taughter is Dobinard, vat tidies der orchestra and lights die lamps. Bons vas fery fond of him, und helped him. He vas der only von dat accombanied mein only friend to die church und to die grafe.... I vant dree tausend vrancs for him, und dree tausend for die liddle von " "Poor fellow!" said Gaudissart to himself.
Schmucke saw that his new friends were very poor, and recollecting that the theatre was only a few steps away, it naturally occurred to him to apply to the manager for his salary. He went at once, and found Gaudissart in his office. Gaudissart received him in the somewhat stiffly polite manner which he reserved for professionals.
"He insists that he must speak to M. Schmucke." "His name?" "His name is Topinard, he says." "I will go out to him. Sign without disturbing yourself," said Gaudissart, addressing Schmucke. "Make an end of it; I will find out what he wants with us." Gaudissart understood Fraisier; both scented danger. "Why are you here?" Gaudissart began. "So you have no mind to be cashier at the theatre?
"It is my uncle!" cried Popinot. "He has actually come to see me." "An uncle!" said Finot, "and we haven't got a glass!" "The uncle of my friend Popinot is a judge," said Gaudissart to Finot, "and he is not to be hoaxed; he saved my life. Ha! when one gets to the pass where I was, under the scaffold Qou-ick, and good-by to your hair," imitating the fatal knife with voice and gesture.
On returning from his trip through the southern departments, the illustrious Gaudissart occupied the coupe of a diligence, where he met a young man to whom, as they journeyed between Angouleme and Paris, he deigned to explain the enigmas of life, taking him, apparently, for an infant. As they passed Vouvray the young man exclaimed, "What a fine site!"
Have you been arguing with him?" added the pitiless landlord; "that must have been funny!" "Funny!" cried Gaudissart. "Funny! Then your Monsieur Vernier has been making fun of me!" "Did he send you there?" "Yes." "Wife! wife! come here and listen. If Monsieur Vernier didn't take it into his head to send this gentleman to talk to Margaritis!"
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