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Propped up against the now lighted lamp was a letter addressed to Monsieur Polperro in a peculiar, large handwriting. L'Ami Fritz, again uttering that queer guttural exclamation, snatched up the envelope, and hurriedly put it into his breast-pocket. "I brought that letter out of M'sieur's bed-room," observed the day-servant, cringingly. "I feared M'sieur had forgotten it!
Let me take you to the Inn, Marie. It " "No! I may not accept M'sieur's thoughtful invitation. Bon soir, M'sieur." She was off like a flash. Robin leaped nimbly into the cab. "Pingari's, driver!" he said, his heart thumping once more. "Very good, sir," and they were off at a lively rate, rattling quite gaily over the cobble-stones. Pingari's is the jumping-off place.
"It is extremely urgent, Monsieur Choucru," replied Müller; "and, moreover, it is not so much my business as it is yours," "Ah bah! if it is my business, then, it may stand over till to-morrow," replied the little man, impatiently. "To-day I have eighty dinners on hand, and with M'sieur's permission".... But Müller strode to the door and caught him by the shoulder.
Has she not the good, brave m'sieur to what you call it to shoulder all the worry, no? She is not alarm. She reads m'sieur's latest book in bed, smoke the cigarette, and she say what the divil do she care." "What!" "Non, non! I, Helene Marie Louise Antoinette, say it for Madame. Pardon! Pardon, m'sieur! It is I who am wicked."
"Dame! it is nearly four months to come!" "True, but in the meantime, Mademoiselle " "In the meantime," said the fair Josephine, anticipating my hopes with all the unembarrassed straightforwardness imaginable, "I shall be delighted to improve M'sieur's acquaintance." "Mademoiselle, you make me happy!" "Besides, M'sieur is an Englishman, and I like the English so much!"
"Here, mon bon," cried Madame, who was by this time crimson with gratified vanity, and in a fever of curiosity; "this way the gentleman is waiting to speak to you!" Monsieur, the cook and proprietor, shuffled his feet to and fro in the doorway, but came no nearer. "Parbleu!" he said, "if M'sieur's business is not urgent."
"It is Pierre who hears from M'sieur Max, a letter, brief indeed, but explicit, that certain matters may arrange themselves in readiness for the coming of M'sieur Max." Win looked puzzled. For a second Yvonne stood regarding him, her head slightly on one side. "Word will perhaps arrive on the morrow," she volunteered. "Is the milk to M'sieur's liking?" "Very much. Thank you, Yvonne."
"I am not accustomed to meeting people in public gardens. "Nor is my mistress, M'sieur. I assure you it is the first time she has committed an indiscretion of this kind. May I put a flea in M'sieur's ear? The place is quite empty to-night, and besides there is the drive back to the Inn with Mademoiselle. Is not that something, M'sieur? "By jove!" exclaimed Robin. "Drive on, you! But wait!
This is a room which was occupied by a charming Polish lady, Madame Wolsky, who was a friend of M'sieur's friend, Madame Bailey. But she left suddenly a week ago, and so we have the room at M'sieur's disposal." He put the candle down, and bowed himself out of the room.
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