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"Of course he does not; he is most liberal to her, and if he inquired " "Then we are all right; we will send in the bill to him." "But, my good sir," urged Van Klopen, "it was only last week that she paid us a heavy sum on account." "The more reason to press her, for she must be hard up." Van Klopen would have argued further, but an imperious sign from Mascarin reduced him to silence.
It was he who had charge of finishing the Van Klopen affair; in other words, to get rid of Lucienne. It was he, I'd wager my head, who had treated with the false coachman." He remained for over a minute absorbed in his own thoughts, then, "But who is the author of these recommendations to Vincent Favoral? Do you know that, M. le Marquis?" he said.
Zora sank negligently into an easy chair, and the gorgeously attired youth addressed the all-powerful Van Klopen. "Well, have you invented a costume that will be worthy of Madame's charms?" For a few moments Van Klopen appeared to be buried in profound meditation. "Ah," said he, raising his hand with a grandiloquent gesture, "I have it; I can see it all in my mind's eye."
Van Klopen, the man-milliner, knew Paris and its people thoroughly like all tradesmen who are in the habit of giving large credit. He knew all about the business of his customers, and never forgot an item of information when he received one.
The hotels had re-opened; foreigners were pouring in; and the Bois Boulogne was resuming its wonted animation. Still but few orders came in, and those for dresses of the utmost simplicity, of dark color and plain material, on which it was hard to make twenty-five per cent profit. Van Klopen was disconsolate.
But how absurd I am. You will of course employ Van Klopen. I go to him occasionally myself, but only on great occasions. Between you and me, I think him a trifle too high in his charges." Mademoiselle Marguerite could scarcely repress a smile. "I must confess, madame, that from my infancy I have been in the habit of making almost all my dresses myself."
I shall have an advocate who will know how to explain the parts your customers pay, and who will reveal how, with your assistance, they obtain money from other sources than their husband's cash-box." When M. Van Klopen was addressed in this style, he was not at all pleased.
He did not know what surprised him the most, Van Klopen's impudence in daring to read such a bill, the foolishness of the woman who had ordered all these things, or the patience of the husband who was undoubtedly going to pay for them. At last, after what seemed an interminable enumeration, Van Klopen exclaimed: "And that's all!" "Yes, that's all," repeated the baroness, like an echo.
The wretch who had just died was not one of Brion's coachmen. This is what had happened. At two o'clock, when the carriage ordered by M. Van Klopen was ready to go for Mlle. Lucienne, they had been compelled to send for the driver and the footman, who had forgotten themselves drinking in a neighboring wine-shop, with a man who had called to see them in the morning.
Entreaties, threats, and even a bribe of one hundred francs were alike useless; and Andre, seeing that he was about to be checkmated, was half tempted to take the men by the collar and hurl them on one side, but he calmed himself, and, already repenting of his violence at Verminet's, he determined on a course of submission, and so meekly followed the footmen into the famous waiting-room, styled by Van Klopen his purgatory.
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