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She spoke about it to Abbe Malon, who at once made out a list of candidates. However, Mme. Husson had a servant, an old woman called Francoise, as upright as her mistress.
But one morning Francoise, on returning from one of her expeditions, said to her mistress: "You see, madame, that if you wish to give a prize to anyone, there is only Isidore in all the country round." Mme. Husson remained thoughtful. She knew him well, this Isidore, the son of Virginie the greengrocer.
This day, Monday, November 25th, 1822, after a session held yesterday at the rue de la Cerisaie, Arsenal quarter, at the house of Madame Clapart, mother of the candidate-basochien Oscar Husson, we, the undersigned, declare that the repast of admission surpassed our expectations.
Husson took a special interest in good works, in helping the poor and encouraging the deserving. She was a little woman with a quick walk and wore a black wig. She was ceremonious, polite, on very good terms with the Almighty in the person of Abby Malon, and had a profound horror, an inborn horror of vice, and, in particular, of the vice the Church calls lasciviousness.
Husson, whom the whole country is thanking here, through me, had the idea, the happy and benevolent idea, of founding in this town a prize for, virtue, which should serve as a valuable encouragement to the inhabitants of this beautiful country. "You, young man, are the first to be rewarded in this dynasty of goodness and chastity.
"Old skinflint!" said the danseuse, who was crying, "will you let your own nephew be dishonored, the son of the man to whom you owe your fortune? for his name is Oscar Husson. Save him, or Titine will deny you forever!" "But how did he come here?" asked Cardot. "Don't you see that the reason he forgot to go for those papers was because he was drunk and overslept himself.
In the month of November, when the courts reopened, Oscar Husson occupied the chamber of the second clerk, whose work he now did wholly. He had a salary of eight hundred francs with board and lodging.
Barbesol were equally unlucky, in spite of the exactness of his scientific vouchers. But one morning Francoise, on returning from one of her expeditions, said to her mistress: "You see, madame, that if you wish to give a prize to anyone, there is only Isidore in all the country round." Mme. Husson remained thoughtful. She knew him well, this Isidore, the son of Virginie the greengrocer.
But you are much to be feared in domestic life, and I, being a married man, dare not invite you to my house. As for Monsieur Husson, he needs no protection; he possesses the secrets of statesmen and can make them tremble. Monsieur Leger is about to pluck the Comte de Serizy, and I can only exhort him to do it with a firm hand.
The neighbors had seen Isidore come home and had not seen him go out again. They began to look for him, but could not find him. His mother, in alarm, went to the mayor. The mayor knew nothing, except that he had left him at the door of his home. Mme. Husson had just retired when they informed her that her protege had disappeared.
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