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Maline, aloud, for whom this revelation was oil instead of water thrown on the fire, "that is not possible." "And why so?" "Oh! because Ernanton is a model of chastity and a melange of all the virtues. No, you must be wrong, Madame Fournichon; it cannot be Ernanton who is shut in there."
Maline stopped him, kissed the letter, and then returned it to Ernanton. This made Henri smile. "Come, gentlemen," said he, "I see I shall be well served." "Is this all, sire?" "Yes, gentlemen; only our last recommendation.
We know how you stand in the half year's record," and she proceeded to straighten out the maline butterfly on Sally's shoulders no one could seem to resist that temptation. "I do appreciate the honor," faltered Sally, "but there is a reason- -a serious reason why I feel I should decline." "Wait a minute!
Indeed, the noise was becoming a perfect storm, but all at once they heard a sound of footsteps on the little staircase which led to their room, and Madame Fournichon's voice, crying, from below, "M. de St. Maline, M. de St. Maline!" "Well!" replied the young man. "Do not go up there, I beg!" "And why not, dear Madame Fournichon? is not all the house ours to-night?" "Not the turrets."
"Because your words were dictated by hatred and envy, and they cannot already be extinct in your heart." St. Maline colored, but did not reply. Ernanton continued, "If the king preferred me to you, it was because I pleased him best.
Too full of youth to give place to regret, these two freshmen were keyed to the full pitch of the big, jolly, gleeful occasion. "Can you imagine us going, and bound for such a good time?" said Sally, while Bobbie fluffed the maline butterfly from her companion's shoulders. "Like a jolly time at a funeral," replied the other, her tone of voice softening the comparison.
Maline. "I recognize his voice; but as to his person, devil take me if I can see it in this darkness." "You do not reply to my question, monsieur," said Ernanton. St. Maline began to laugh noisily, which reassured some of his comrades, who were thinking of retiring. "I spoke; did you not hear me, M. de St. Maline?" said Ernanton. "Yes, monsieur, perfectly." "Then what have you to say?"
"And proceed till you overtake a man traveling alone." "Will your majesty describe him?" said St. Maline. "He has long arms and legs, and has a large sword by his side." "May we know his name, sire?" asked Carmainges. "He is called 'the Shade." "We will ask the name of every traveler we see, sire." "And we will search the hotels." "When you find him, give him this letter."
While this passed at the door, all the rest were at table, where they were warmly discussing the previous quarrel. Many frankly blamed St. Maline; others abstained, seeing the frowning brow of their comrade. They did not attack with any less enthusiasm the supper of M. Fournichon, but they discussed as they ate. "As for me," said Hector de Bizan, "I know that M. de St.
Maline, this is the second time that you have insulted me without giving me satisfaction; take care, for at the third offense I will kill you like a dog." And the two mortal enemies touched glasses as though they had been the best friends.
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