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"As you please, Monsieur Jupille; I accept the invitation unconditionally." "I am so glad you will come, Monsieur Mouillard. I only wish we could have a little storm between this and then."
The marriage had taken place at St. Galmier. "Yes, my dear Mouillard," he added, as if pointing a moral, "thirty years ago last May I became a happy man; when do you think of following my example?" At this point, Jupille suddenly found himself one too many, and vanished down the corkscrew stair. "We once spoke of an heiress at Bourges," M. Flamaran went on. "Apparently that's all off?"
Thus it happens that the old clerk Jupille and I have been thrown together. I enjoy his talk. He is a simplehearted, honorable man, with a philosophy that I am sure can not be in the least German, because I can understand it. I have gradually told him all my secrets. I felt the need of a confidant, for I was stifling, metaphorically as well as literally.
"Something to ask of you to do me a kindness, or, rather, an honor." "Let's hear what it is." "This weather, Monsieur Mouillard, is very good for fishing, though rather warm." "Rather warm, Monsieur Jupille!" "It is not too warm. It was much hotter than this in 1844, yet the fish bit, I can tell you! Will you join us next Sunday in a fishing expedition?
Upon my word, I could see nobody, until he directed my gaze with his fishing-rod, when I perceived, ten yards away, a large back view of white trousers and brown, unbuckled waistcoat, a straw hat which seemed to conceal a head, and a pair of shirt-sleeves hanging over the water. This mass was motionless. "He must have got a bite," said Jupille, "else he would have been here before now.
I began to descend the slope, knowing that M. Jupille was awaiting me somewhere in the valley. I broke into a run. I heard the murmur of water in the hollows, and caught glimpses of forget-me-not tufts in low-lying grassy corners. Suddenly a rod outlined itself against the sky, between two trees. It was he, the old clerk; he nodded to me and laid down his line. "I thought you never were coming."
I had scarce composed the first sentence, when there came a knock at the door and Madame Jupille announced that two gentlemen desired to see me. "Show them up," said I, laying down my pen with a leaping heart; and in the doorway a moment later stood my cousin Alain! He was alone. "My cousin," said he, "you show astonishing agility from time to time; but on the whole you are damned easy to hunt."
Besides, your present position is ridiculous; you are without a profession; you have quarrelled, for no reason, with your only relative; you must get out of the situation with credit, and marriage will compel you to do so." July 21st. M. Jupille had written to tell me where I was to meet him on the Sunday, giving me the most minute directions. I might take the train to Massy, or to Bievres.
You understand me when I say adoptive. I do not mean that there exists between us that legal bond in imitation of nature which is permitted by our codes 'adoptio imitatur naturam'; not that, but that I love her like a daughter Sidonie never having presented me with a daughter, nor with a son either, for that matter." A cry from Jupille interrupted M. Flamaran: "Can't you hear it rattle?"
He let it run for some time, to tire it, and to prolong the pleasure of playing it. "Gentlemen," he cried, "it is cutting my finger off!" A stroke from the landing-net laid the monster at our feet, its strength all spent. It weighed rather under four pounds. Jupille swore to six. My learned tutor and I sat down again side by side, but the thread of our conversation had been broken past mending.
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