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A character like his often fascinates other youths. The two grandsons of Madame Hochon Francois Hochon and Baruch Borniche were his henchmen. These young fellows, accepting the general opinion of the left-handed parentage of Lousteau, looked upon Max as their cousin.
Monsieur Hochon found old Rouget in his bedroom, writing the following letter at his nephew's dictation: Mademoiselle, If you do not start to return here the moment you receive this letter, your conduct will show such ingratitude for all my goodness that I shall revoke the will I have made in your favor, and give my property to my nephew Philippe.
"You are right," said Monsieur Hochon, who was trembling all the while for his gold. "If that's your only way to protect innocence in Issoudun," said Joseph, "I congratulate you. I came near being stoned " "Do you wish your friend's house to be taken by assault and pillaged?" asked the lieutenant.
Mademoiselle Brazier would be only too happy if you were to welcome her as a sister, and I as an aunt." On the morrow Agathe and Madame Hochon appeared at Flore's bedside, and repeated to the sick girl and to Rouget, the excellent sentiments expressed by Philippe. Throughout Issoudun the colonel was talked of as a man of noble character, especially because of his conduct towards Flore.
"This Maxence is the second volume of Philippe," whispered Joseph in his mother's ear, " only cleverer and better behaved. Well, madame," he said, aloud, we won't trouble Monsieur Hochon by staying very long." "Ah! you are young; you know nothing of the world," said the old lady. "A couple of weeks, if you are judicious, may produce great results; listen to my advice, and act accordingly."
Some persons insisted that the painter was maltreated by Max; others that he had misbehaved to Flore, and that Max had turned him out of doors. "What a child your son is!" said Hochon to Madame Bridau; "the booby is the dupe of a scene which they have been keeping back for the last day of his visit.
So to-day I am obliged to write without epistolary circumlocution. I feel for the misfortune which has overtaken you, but, my dearest, I can do no more than pity you. And this is why: Hochon, at eighty-five years of age, takes four meals a day, eats a salad with hard-boiled eggs every night, and frisks about like a rabbit.
Monsieur Hochon is delighted with his conduct here; every one thinks highly of it. If he can be kept away from the temptations of Paris, he will end by being a comfort to you." Hearing these consolatory words Agathe's eyes filled with tears. Philippe played the saint to his mother, for he had need of her.
His mother and brother, on the contrary, who were really disinterested, generous, and lofty, had been accused of greed because they had acted with straightforward simplicity. Philippe's covetousness was fully roused by Monsieur Hochon, who gave him all the details of his uncle's property.
"Ha! that's how it is, is it?" resumed the lieutenant-colonel. "Well, adieu, uncle. Mademoiselle, I kiss your hands." He turned quickly when he reached the door, and caught Flore in the act of making a menacing gesture at his uncle. "Uncle," he said, "if you wish to go with me, I will meet you at your door in ten minutes: I am now going to see Monsieur Hochon.
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