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'Mme. de Nucingen is out of spirits; I will tell you all about it, answered Rastignac, with the air of a man whose temper has been tried. 'A quarrel? hazarded Godefroid.
For two years Madame was herded among the most depraved of her sex, but thanks to the urgency of the Champignelles and the Beauseants she was, after the second year, placed in a cell by herself, where she lived like a cloistered nun." "And the others?" asked Godefroid.
He selects his patients, and will not allow an instant of his time to be wasted; and he is a communist! His name is Halpersohn. My grandson has been twice to find him, but he is always too busy to attend to him; he has not been to see us; I fully understand why." "Why?" asked Godefroid. "Because my grandson, who is sixteen years old, is even more shabbily dressed than I am.
"A thousand pardons for stopping you without having the honor of your acquaintance; but is it really your intention to take lodgings in that horrible house you have just left?" "But, monsieur " "Yes, yes," said the old man, interrupting Godefroid, with a gesture of authority. "I know that you may well ask me by what right I meddle in your affairs and presume to question you.
Madame de la Chanterie, on her part, gave Godefroid a look which petrified him; for the twofold expression on the face of the visitor had not escaped him. "Monsieur is one of us," she said to the young poet, with a sign towards Godefroid. "Then you are a happy man, my dear fellow," said Vernisset; "you are saved!
"He received from Amedee du Vissard a miniature of Madame des Tours-Minieres, the only portrait of her that exists; therefore, the abbe became almost sacred in Madame de la Chanterie's eyes when she re-entered social existence." "When did that happen?" asked Godefroid. "Why, at the restoration of Louis XVIII., in 1814.
A painted wooden closet or wardrobe contained, no doubt, the linen and clothing of Monsieur Bernard's daughter. On the old man's bed Godefroid noticed that the habiliments he had worn the night before lay spread as a covering. The floor, evidently seldom swept, looked like that of a boy's class-room. A six-pound loaf of bread, from which some slices had been cut, was on a shelf above the table.
The widow listened to these confidences with a dubious air, plying Auguste with several glasses of wine meantime. About ten o'clock a cab stopped before the house, and Madame Vauthier looking out exclaimed: "Oh! it is Monsieur Godefroid."
Godefroid, seeing that Vanda had fallen back half fainting on her chair, rushed into the corridor and from there into the street, running at full speed. "If you want your pardon," said Baron Bourlac to his grandson, "follow that man and find out where he lives." Auguste was off like an arrow.
As the young lad entered the house, Godefroid went to his door to admit Madame Vauthier who brought her new lodger the wherewithal to make a fire, and he thus became the witness of a scene which took place on the landing. As the man raised his voice angrily Monsieur Bernard appeared. "Auguste," he said to his grandson, "dress yourself, it is time for school."
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