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"Here I have put a bed," said Grindot, opening the doors of an alcove cleverly hidden between the two bookcases. "If you or madame should chance to be ill, each can have your own room." "But this bookcase full of books, all bound! Oh! my wife, my wife!" cried Cesar. "No; that is Cesarine's surprise." "Pardon the feelings of a father," said Cesar to the architect, as he kissed his daughter.
This back building had long served as a store-room, backshop, and kitchen to one of the shops facing the street. Crevel had cut off these three rooms from the rest of the ground floor, and Grindot had transformed them into an inexpensive private residence.
"And now," said Theodose to Brigitte, "you can pay, in all security, the cost of the house, eighty thousand francs, and thirty thousand to Grindot; in all, with what you have paid in costs, one hundred and twenty thousand; and this last twenty thousand added make one hundred and forty thousand.
Pillerault looked at Lourdois and Grindot. "Prices agreed upon between the architect and contractor?" he said in a low voice to his nephew, "they have robbed you." Grindot left the shop, and Molineux followed him with a mysterious air. "Monsieur," he said, "you listened to me, but you did not understand me, I wish you the protection of an umbrella." The architect was frightened.
Monsieur is the architect recommended to us by Monsieur de la Billardiere to superintend our little alteration." The perfumer slipped behind his wife and made a sign to the architect to take notice of the word little, putting his finger on his lips. Grindot took the cue. "Will it be very expensive?" said Constance to the architect. "Oh, no, madame; six thousand francs at a rough guess."
The devoted Gaudissart lent him the money to pay the fees, for Popinot was ambitious to pay his share in the undertaking. Prosperity brings with it an intoxication which inferior men are unable to resist. Cesar's exaltation of spirit had a result not difficult to foresee. Grindot came, and presented a colored sketch of a charming interior view of the proposed appartement.
Grindot, who stayed at the steward's house, showed such respect for the great artist that neither the steward nor his wife had attempted to put themselves on familiar terms with him. Moreover, the noblest and richest people in the surrounding country had vied with each other in paying attention to Schinner and his wife.
When, a week before the fateful day, Braschon, Grindot, Lourdois, and Chaffaroux, the builder, assured Cesar positively that the rooms would be ready for the famous Sunday of December the 17th, an amusing conference took place, in the evening after dinner, between Cesar, his wife, and his daughter, for the purpose of making out the list of guests and addressing the invitations, which a stationer had sent home that morning, printed on pink paper, in flowing English writing, and in the formula of commonplace and puerile civility.
This back building had long served as a store-room, backshop, and kitchen to one of the shops facing the street. Crevel had cut off these three rooms from the rest of the ground floor, and Grindot had transformed them into an inexpensive private residence.
The Moreaus, who were very friendly with Grindot the architect, had received notice from him of the early arrival of the two painters sent down to finish the decorations of the chateau, the principal paintings for which were just completed by Schinner. The great painter had recommended for this work the artist who was accompanied by Mistigris.
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