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"But do wait, Saillard; don't you see that Monsieur l'abbe is turning it over in his mind?" said Madame Saillard; "don't disturb him." "'Will be very thankful if you would deign to interest yourself in his behalf," resumed Gaudron. "'And in saying a word to his Excellency you will particularly please Madame la Dauphine, by whom he has the honor and the happiness to be protected." "Ah!
Madame Baudoyer rose and went away without giving any explanation to her husband or father. "Heaven has given you in that woman," said Monsieur Gaudron to Baudoyer when Elisabeth had disappeared, "a perfect treasure of prudence and virtue, a model of wisdom, a Christian who gives sure signs of possessing the Divine spirit. Religion alone is able to form such perfect characters.
Elisabeth might have told us, I think, why Falleix went off in such a hurry. But let's invent my little speech. This is what I thought of: 'Madame, if you would say a word to his Excellency " "'If you would deign," said Gaudron; "add the word 'deign, it is more respectful.
She attributed the sorrows of her second marriage and the misfortunes of her son to a just retribution by which God was compelling her to expiate the errors and pleasures of her youth. This opinion soon became a certainty in her mind. The poor woman went, for the first time in forty years, to confess herself to the Abbe Gaudron, vicar of Saint-Paul's, who led her into the practice of devotion.
While old Saillard was driving across Paris his son-in-law, Isidore Baudoyer, and his daughter, Elisabeth, Baudoyer's wife, were playing a virtuous game of boston with their confessor, the Abbe Gaudron, in company with a few neighbors and a certain Martin Falleix, a brass-founder in the fauborg Saint-Antoine, to whom Saillard had loaned the necessary money to establish a business.
"Same as ever," replied Gigonnet, rubbing his hands, "victory with gold." "True," said Gobseck. Mitral took a cabriolet and went straight to the Saillards and Baudoyers, who were still playing boston at a late hour. No one was present but the Abbe Gaudron. Falleix, half-dead with the fatigue of his journey, had gone to bed.
But the purchase must depend on the state of our finances, and our finances depend on my husband's promotion." "God will reward those who honor him," said Monsieur Gaudron, preparing, with the curate, to take leave. "But will you not," said Saillard to the two ecclesiastics, "do us the honor to take pot luck with us?"
"There you go with your imaginations!" said Baudoyer; "leave Monsieur Gaudron to speak to the Dauphine and don't meddle with politics." At eleven o'clock, when all were asleep in the place Royale, Monsieur des Lupeaulx was leaving the Opera for the rue Duphot. This particular Wednesday was one of Madame Rabourdin's most brilliant evenings.
Saillard; how ridiculous you look. Take care, my man, you'll make the woman laugh." "'Madame la comtesse," resumed Saillard. "Is that better, wife?" "Yes, my duck." "'The place of the worthy Monsieur de la Billardiere is vacant; my son-in-law, Monsieur Baudoyer " "'Man of talent and extreme piety," prompted Gaudron. "Write it down, Baudoyer," cried old Saillard, "write that sentence down."
"I must say, I think Falleix's affairs are as much ours as his," returned Elisabeth, dryly, glancing at her husband to make him notice Monsieur Gaudron, before whom he ought to be silent. "Certainly, certainly," said old Saillard, thinking of his co-partnership. "I hope you reached the newspaper office in time?" remarked Elisabeth to Monsieur Gaudron, as she helped him to soup.
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