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In an instant I was overwhelmed by the flood of passengers which it poured on the pavements. "Hallo, you here! How goes it? What are you staring at? My stovepipe? Observe it well, my dear fellow the latest invention of Leon; the patent ventilating, anti-sudorific, and evaporating hat!" It was Larive who had just climbed down from the knifeboard.
When I returned home to dinner I said to Larive: "Who is Madame Pierson?" He looked at me in astonishment. "You have lived here many years," I continued; "you ought to know better than I. What do they say of her here? What do they think of her in the village? What kind of life did she lead before I knew her? Whom did she receive as her friends?"
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.
I had been expecting what she said; my resolution was soon taken, and I decided to go away. I arose, my heart bleeding but firm. I looked at the house, at her window; I opened the garden-gate and placed my lips on the lock as I passed out. When I reached home I told Larive to make what preparations were necessary, as I would set out in the morning.
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.
When Larive entered the room to serve me, he saw it; he hesitated, looked at the portrait and then at me; in his eyes there shone a melancholy joy that I could not fail to understand. It seemed to say: "What happiness! We are to suffer here in peace!" I gave him my hand, which he covered with tears and kisses. He looked upon my grief as the mistress of his own.
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.
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."
And old Michu added, in a whisper, "You have passed. I told you so. You won't forget old Michu, sir." M. Flamaran conferred my degree with a paternal smile, and a few kind words for "this conscientious study, full of fresh ideas on a difficult subject." I bowed to the examiners. Larive was waiting for me in the courtyard, and seized me by the arm. "Uncle Mouillard will be pleased."
In the name of heaven, help me live! God made me a better man than the one you see before you." Brigitte held out her hands and caressed me tenderly. She begged me to tell her all that had led to this sad scene. I spoke of what I had learned from Larive, but did not dare confess that I had interviewed Mercanson. She insisted that I listen to her explanation.
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