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Updated: June 19, 2025
I left the room while the examiners made up their minds. A few friends came up to me. "Congratulations, old man, I bet on six whites." "Hallo, Larive! I never noticed you." "I quite believe you; you didn't notice anybody, you still look bewildered. Is it the emotion inseparable from " "I dare say." "The candidate is requested to return to the examination room!" said the usher.
When he was about ten yards off he turned, and making a speaking-trumpet of his hands, he shouted through them: "She's perfection!" Larive is decidedly an ass. His jokes strike you as funny at first; but there's nothing in him, he's a mere hawker of stale puns; there's nothing but selfishness under his jesting exterior. I have no belief in him.
My thoughts were so confused that I had no recollection of what had happened. The day passed; toward evening I heard the sound of instruments. It was the Sunday dance, and I asked Larive to go and see if Madame Pierson was there. He did not find her; I sent him to her house.
In the village were some people of our acquaintance who frequently visited us. My door was closed to them, although I regretted it; but I could not see any one with patience. Some time, when sure to be free from interruption, I hoped to examine my father's papers. Finally Larive brought them to me, and untying the package with trembling hand, spread them before me.
How could I have imagined such a thing? Here were matters of the utmost importance going on, and I knew nothing about them. Marry! You might be announcing your betrothal to me at this moment if you'd-Still you are quite sure she is betrothed?" "Larive told me so." "Who's Larive?" "A friend of mine." "Oh, so you have only heard it through a friend?" "Yes, uncle.
The tears of his eyes are sisters of the rose; the leaves of the willow are themselves tears. It is when I look at the sky, the woods and the prairies, that I understand men who seek consolation. Larive had no more desire to console me than to console himself. At the time of my father's death he feared I would sell the property and take him to Paris.
Did you expect that Mademoiselle Charnot would come in person " "Look here, Larive " "To look on at your examination, and applaud your answers with her neatly gloved hands? Surely you know, my dear fellow, that that is no longer possible, and that she is going to be married." "Going to be married?" "Don't pretend you didn't know it."
Larive will die with his breast more thickly plastered with decorations than an Odd Fellow's; he will be a member of all the learned societies in the department, respected and respectable, the more thoroughly provincial for having been outrageously Parisian.
His mistress made him a sign as if to encourage him, but he looked at her with an air of anxiety; she then took the branch from my hand, and the goat promptly accepted it from hers. I bowed, and she passed on her way. On my return home I asked Larive if he knew who lived in the house I described to him; it was a small house, modest in appearance, with a garden.
I left the room while the examiners made up their minds. A few friends came up to me. "Congratulations, old man, I bet on six whites." "Hallo, Larive! I never noticed you." "I quite believe you; you didn't notice anybody, you still look bewildered. Is it the emotion inseparable from " "I dare say." "The candidate is requested to return to the examination room!" said the usher.
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