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"Oh, Monsieur, is it possible?" asked Madame Adolphe with an indignant air. "I have cornered Sinard!" exclaimed M. Marmus triumphantly. "Oh, he would let himself die!" exclaimed Madame Adolphe. "Get something for him to eat," said Madame Marmus. "He would let himself do anything. Ah, my good Madame Adolphe, a man of science, you see, is a man who knows nothing of life."
Madame Marmus, a little woman, lithe, graceful, mirthful, was divinely dressed and in a fashion too young for her age, counting her twenty-five years as a wife. Nevertheless, she wore well a gown with small pink stripes, a cape embroidered and edged with lace, boots pretty as the wings of a butterfly. She carried in her hand a pink hat with peach flowers.
The cab driver claims an hour, for the police ordinances, that defend consumers of time in cabs from the stratagems of cab drivers, had not yet posted the walls of Paris with their protecting articles that settle in advance all difficulties. "Very well, my friend," says M. Marmus to the cab driver. "Pay him," M. Marmus says to Madame Adolphe. "I do not feel well, my child."
When the driver asked, "Where?" Marmus replied quietly: "Home." "Where is your home, Monsieur?" asked the driver. "Number three," Marmus replied. "What street?" asked the driver. "Ah, you are right, my friend. But this is extraordinary," he said, taking the driver into his confidence. "I have been so busy comparing the hyoides and the caracoides yes, that's it. I will catch Sinard in the act.
"You see, Madame Adolphe," she said, "my hair is all uncurled. I told you that in this hot weather it should be dressed in bandeaux." "Madame," the servant replied, "Monsieur is very sick. You let him eat too much." "What could I do?" Madame Marmus replied. "He was at one end of the table and I at the other. He returned without me, as his habit is! Poor little man!
At the next session of the Institute he will have to yield to evidence." The driver wrapped his ragged cloak around him. Resignedly, he was saying to himself, "I have seen many odd folks, but this one " He heard the word "Institute." "The Institute, Monsieur?" he asked. "Yes, my friend, the Institute," replied Marmus. "Well he wears the red ribbon," said the driver to himself.
The professor replaced Malus and the essay on him in the ten-sous stall, without remarking how often hope had been lit and extinguished alternately in the gray eyes of an old woman seated on a stool in an angle of the quay. "He was there," Marmus said, pointing to the Tuileries on the opposite bank of the river. "I saw him reviewing his sublime troops!
"My dear child," she said to Celeste the next morning, "I think you have given up all idea of being Felix Phellion's wife. In the first place, he is more of an atheist than ever, and, besides, you must have noticed yourself that his mind is quite shaky. You have seen at Madame Minard's that Madame Marmus, who married a savant, officer of the Legion of honor, and member of the Institute.
She did not wish to see Madame Adolphe's astonishment. Surely Madame Adolphe could not have forgotten the assurance with which the professor's wife had placed him in imagination at Madame Vernet's table. "My dear child, I do not know," said the professor in a repentant tone. "Then you have not dined," said Madame Marmus, whose attitude remained that of the purest innocence.
I do justice to him in the face of all the world." At this moment the professor could talk aloud without trouble to himself or to the passers-by. He was near the Chamber of Deputies, the session was closed, all Paris was at dinner except the man of science. Marmus was haranguing the statues which, it must be conceded, are similar to all audiences.
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