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"My young friend," interrupted Gawtrey, "whether the officer comes after us or not, our trade is ruined; that infernal Adele, with her fabulous grandmaman, has done for us. Goupille will blow the temple about our ears. No help for it eh, Birnie?" "None." "Go to bed, Philip: we'll call thee at daybreak, for we must make clear work before our neighbours open their shutters."
Well, then, this decides me to complete the union between Monsieur Goupille and Mademoiselle de Courval. I had balanced a little hitherto between the epicier and the Vicomte. Now I will conclude matters. Do you know, Phil, I think you have made a conquest?" "Pooh!" said Philip, colouring. In effect, that very evening Mr. Love saw both the epicier and Adele, and fixed the marriage-day.
Monsieur Goupille generally put his finger through his peruque, and fell away a little on his left pantaloon when he spoke to Mademoiselle de Courval, and Mademoiselle de Courval generally pecked at her bouquet when she answered Monsieur Goupille.
The banquet over, the revellers prepared for a dance. Monsieur Goupille, in tights, still tighter than he usually wore, and of a rich nankeen, quite new, with striped silk stockings, opened the ball with the lady of a rich patissier in the same Faubourg; Mr. Love took out the bride.
Next to Monsieur Goupille sat a very demure and very spare young lady of about two-and-thirty, who was said to have saved a fortune Heaven knows how in the family of a rich English milord, where she had officiated as governess; she called herself Mademoiselle Adele de Courval, and was very particular about the de, and very melancholy about her ancestors.
The intelligent epicier smoothed back the irritated peruque. "Are you fond of bon-bons, Mademoiselle Adele? I have a very fine stock at home," said Monsieur Goupille.
Love, who, seeing himself in for it, suddenly jerked off the epicier, thrust his hands down into his breeches' pockets, buried his chin in his cravat, elevated his eyebrows, screwed in his eyes, and puffed out his cheeks, so that the astonished Monsieur Goupille really thought himself bewitched, and literally did not recognise the face of the match-maker.
Love, nodding; "one serves one's customers to so much happiness that one has none left for one's self." Here a loud explosion was heard. Monsieur Goupille had pulled one of the bon-bon crackers with Mademoiselle Adele. "I've got the motto! no Monsieur has it: I'm always unlucky," said the gentle Adele.
"My young friend," interrupted Gawtrey, "whether the officer comes after us or not, our trade is ruined; that infernal Adele, with her fabulous grandmaman, has done for us. Goupille will blow the temple about our ears. No help for it eh, Birnie?" "None." "Go to bed, Philip: we'll call thee at daybreak, for we must make clear work before our neighbours open their shutters."
The intelligent epicier smoothed back the irritated peruque. "Are you fond of bon-bons, Mademoiselle Adele? I have a very fine stock at home," said Monsieur Goupille.
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