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"Ah!" exclaimed Gilet, laughing, "we will see about it!" "My friend," said the old man, "find Flore, and I will do all she wants of me." "Some one must have seen her as she passed through the town," said Maxence to Kouski. "Serve dinner; put everything on the table, and then go and make inquiries from place to place. Let us know, by dessert, which road Mademoiselle Brazier has taken."
After humbling the Emperor's staff-officer by reproaching him with his reckless dissipations, his mother's misfortunes, and the death of Madame Descoings, he went on to tell him the state of things at Issoudun, explaining it according to his lights, and probing both the scheme and the character of Maxence Gilet and the Rabouilleuse to their depths.
"Don't rise for them," said their grandfather to Monsieur Heron; "you see before you two miscreants, unworthy of pardon." "Oh, grandpapa!" said Francois. "Be silent!" said the old man sternly. "I know of your nocturnal life and your intimacy with Monsieur Maxence Gilet.
The grand master, thus called to order, began to laugh and said to Fario, "If I, by accident, broke your barrow, and you in return try to slander me, we are quits." "Not yet," muttered Fario. "But I am glad to know what my barrow was worth." "Ah, Max, you've found your match!" said a spectator of the scene, who did not belong to the Order of Idleness. "Adieu, Monsieur Gilet.
Voyons, coquin, n'y-a-t-il pas par hasard une visiteuse de la partie." "Une 'Waistcoat' par example? de quarante ans environ, le drap un peu râpé . . ." "Qui se nomme Dorothée ce que veut dire le gilet dieudonné . . ." "Easy now!" the Orderly's voice remonstrated. "Easy, I tell you, ye born mill-clappers! There's a lady in the party, if that's what you're asking."
"Captain Carpentier and I MET my uncle, who was so foolish as to follow Mademoiselle Brazier and Monsieur Gilet to Vatan," said Philippe, with sarcastic emphasis, to Monsieur Hochon.
The young girl, destined for a cloister, was constantly looking out of the window, in hopes of getting some light upon the enormities imputed to Maxence Gilet, the Rabouilleuse, and Jean-Jacques, of which a few words reached her ears whenever she was sent out of the room that others might talk about them.
You did almost kill Madame Bridau; for Monsieur Gilet knew very well it was Fario who stabbed him when he threw the crime upon my guest, Monsieur Joseph Bridau. If that jail-bird did so wicked an act, it was because you told him what Madame Bridau meant to do. You, my grandsons, the spies of such a man! You, house-breakers and marauders!
"I claim the second toast," said Mignonnet, as he rose. "Let us drink to those who attempted to restore his son!" Every one present, except Maxence Gilet, bowed to Philippe Bridau, and stretched their glasses towards him. "One word," said Max, rising.
Maxence Gilet was supposed by all Issoudun to be the natural son of the sub-delegate Lousteau, that brother of Madame Hochon whose gallantries had left memories behind them, and who, as we have seen, drew down upon himself the hatred of old Doctor Rouget about the time of Agathe's birth.
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