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Updated: June 10, 2025
"They must have something to be excited about, I suppose," said M. Grandissime, crossing his legs and smiling. It was tradesman's talk. "Yes," replied the other; "there seems to be an idea current to-day that all holders under Spanish titles are to be immediately dispossessed, without even process of court.
I have asked of you, Madam, a generous act. I might ask another of you both jointly. It is to permit me to say without offence, that there is one man, at least, of the name of Grandissime who views with regret and mortification the yet deeper wrongs which you are even now suffering."
Aurora turned, and with some hope that M. Grandissime would not understand, ventured to say in Spanish, quietly: "Come, come, this will never do." And Clotilde replied in the same tongue: "I know it, but he is innocent." "Let us understand each other," said their visitor.
"Yez!" continued Aurore, keeping up the demonstration, "you wand 'im to 'ave 'is rend so bad! An' I godd honely my cloze; so you juz tague diz to you' fine gen'lemen, 'Sieur Honoré Grandissime." "Ah-h-h-h!" cried the martyr.
To-morrow morning he would leave the shop in Raoul's care and call on M. Honoré Grandissime to advise with him concerning the retention of the born artist as a drug-clerk. To-morrow evening he would pluck courage and force his large but bashful feet up to the doorstep of Number 19 rue Bienville.
It was all one piece a white skin; and on his head he wore an invisible helmet the name of Grandissime.
Fly! But where? How? It was too late; she had not even time to lower her veil. M. Grandissime looked up at the glass, dropped the letter with a slight start of consternation and advanced quickly toward her.
"And you will correct your answer; ah! say that, too!" he insisted, covering the captive hand with both his own, and leaning forward from his seat. "Mais, 'Sieur Grandissime, you know, dad is so verrie unegspeg'." "Oh! unexpected!" "Mais, I was thing all dad time id was Clotilde wad you " She turned her face away and buried her mouth in her handkerchief.
There is no mercy in the Grandissime blood; but cannot I demand justice? Ha! it is justice that I shall demand!" "And you will really go and see him?" "You will see, Mademoiselle," replied Aurore, dropping a broom with which she had begun to sweep up some spilled buttons. "And I with you?" "No! To a counting-room? To the presence of the chief of that detestable race? No!"
I not only have the heart, as I tell you, to think kindly of our enemies, those Grandissime, for example" she waved her hand with the air of selecting at random "but I am burning up to know what is the condition of that poor, sick, noble 'Sieur Frowenfel', and I am going to do it!" The heart which Clotilde was accused of not having gave a stir of deep gratitude. Dear, pretty little mother!
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