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We shall have to dress up," said the artist laughing. "What do you think of all this, Monsieur Hochon?" said the old lady when Gritte had departed. Madame Hochon made Agathe observe her husband, who was sitting with his head in his hands, his elbows on the arms of his chair, plunged in thought. "You have to do with a Maitre Bonin!" said the old man at last.
"I never liked that painter's face," said the lieutenant to Monsieur Mouilleron. "My good woman," said the judge to Gritte, when she appeared, "they say you saw Monsieur Joseph Bridau leave the house this morning?" "Yes, monsieur," she answered, trembling like a leaf. "At what hour?" "Just as I was getting up: he walked about his room all night, and was dressed when I came downstairs."
This simple answer drew forth such exclamations of horror that the woman came over, curious to know what they were carrying to old Rouget's house. "A precious fellow he is, that painter of yours!" they said to her. And the procession entered the house, leaving Gritte open-mouthed with amazement at the sight of Max in his bloody shirt, stretched half-fainting on a mattress.
On either side of these little cheeses Gritte, with a company air, placed nuts and some time-honored biscuits. "Well, Gritte, the fruit?" said Madame Hochon. "But, madame, there is none rotten," answered Gritte.
Gritte had rushed terrified to her master, crying out: "Monsieur, we shall be pillaged! the town is in revolt; Monsieur Maxence Gilet has been assassinated; he is dying! and they say it is Monsieur Joseph who has done it!" Monsieur Hochon dressed quickly, and came downstairs; but seeing the angry populace, he hastily retreated within the house, and bolted the door.
Ah! my young rascals, you have deceived me for six years; you now know it has taken me but one hour to get even with you: I have seven-leagued boots." Just as old Monsieur Heron was preparing to leave with the signed papers, Gritte announced Colonel Bridau.
On questioning Gritte, he learned that his guest had left the house at daybreak, after walking the floor all night in great agitation, and had not yet come in. Much alarmed, he went to find Madame Hochon, who was already awakened by the noise, and to whom he told the frightful news which, true or false, was causing almost a riot in Issoudun. "He is innocent, of course," said Madame Hochon.
At the old miser's, as everywhere else in the provinces, the household was early astir. The few words uttered by Max had roused the suspicions of Monsieur Goddet, and he called to the woman, "Gritte, is Monsieur Joseph Bridau in bed?" "Bless me!" she said, "he went out at half-past four. I don't know what ailed him; he walked up and down his room all night."
On either side of these little cheeses Gritte, with a company air, placed nuts and some time-honored biscuits. "Well, Gritte, the fruit?" said Madame Hochon. "But, madame, there is none rotten," answered Gritte.
"There's the matter started. Now, when you see him," said Monsieur Hochon to Agathe, "you must speak plainly to him about his nephews." The letter was carried over by Gritte, who returned ten minutes later to render an account to her masters of all that she had seen and heard, according to a settled provincial custom. "Since yesterday Madame has had the whole house cleaned up, which she left "
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