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Updated: September 15, 2025
"Well, my dear uncle," said the post master, addressing the doctor and pointing to the whole population drawn up in parallel hedges to let the doctor pass, "everybody wants to see you." "Was it the Abbe Chaperon or Mademoiselle Ursula who converted you, uncle," said Massin, bowing to the doctor and his protegee, with Jesuitical humility.
"When Doctor Minoret goes out of his head that demure little hypocrite will drag him into religion; whoever lays hold of the mind gets hold of the purse, and she'll have our inheritance." "But, Madame Massin " said the post master, dumbfounded. "There now!" exclaimed Madame Massin, interrupting her cousin.
"Pest!" cried Cremiere; "he can't take a step without that girl!" "Something must have happened to make old Portenduere accept his arm," said Massin. "So none of you have guessed that your uncle has sold his Funds and released that little Savinien?" cried Goupil. "He refused Dionis, but he didn't refuse Madame de Portenduere Ha, ha! you are all done for.
"We'll get nothing out of your great-uncle," said Massin to his wife, now pregnant with her second child, after the interview.
"Well, if you don't get the money yourselves, your children will, unless that little Ursula " "He won't leave it all to her." Ursula, as Madame Massin had predicted, was the bete noire of the relations, their sword of Damocles; and Madame Cremiere's favorite saying, "Well, whoever lives will know," shows that they wished at any rate more harm to her than good.
"A caleche! Hey, Massin!" cried Goupil. "Your inheritance will go at top speed now!" "You ought to be getting good wages, Cabirolle," said the post master to the son of one of his conductors, who stood by the horses; "for it is to be supposed an old man of eighty-four won't use up many horse-shoes. What did those horses cost?" "Four thousand francs.
Massin called at the house to learn the truth, and was told by Ursula herself that the doctor was in bed.
Ten days after these events the marriage of Mademoiselle Massin, the elder, to the future notary was bruited about the town. Mademoiselle Massin had a dowry of eighty thousand francs and her own peculiar ugliness; Goupil had his deformities and his practice; the union therefore seemed suitable and probable.
"It is a very serious matter," said the magistrate. "The will having been destroyed, if the matter gets wind, the co-heirs, Massin and Cremiere may put in a claim. I have proof enough against your father. I will release your mother, for I think the little ceremony that has already taken place has been sufficient warning as to her duty.
Curiously enough, at the very moment that the gentle victim of this plot was drooping like a cut flower, Mesdemoiselles Massin, Dionis, and Cremiere were envying her lot. "She is a lucky girl," they were saying; "people talk of her, and court her, and quarrel about her. The serenade was charming; there was a cornet-a-piston." "What's a piston?"
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