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In raising and crooking his arm to imitate the dog, the chevalier exposed his hand to his cunning neighbor, who wanted to see if he had Mistigris or the trump, a first wile to which he succumbed. "Oh!" said the baroness, "the end of Monsieur le cure's nose is turning white; he has Mistigris."
Certain now of his incognito, the Comte de Serizy made no reply to this observation, but assumed the air of a good-natured bourgeois. "Suppose you were late, wouldn't you be glad that the coach waited for you?" said the farmer to the two young men. Pierrotin still looked up and down the street, whip in hand, apparently reluctant to mount to the hard seat where Mistigris was fidgeting.
"Budding diplomatists have so much else to take their minds," remarked Georges. "Be so good as to remember my name," replied Oscar, furious. "I am Oscar Husson, and ten years hence I shall be famous." After that speech, uttered with bombastic assumption, Oscar flung himself back in his corner. "Husson of what, of where?" asked Mistigris. "It is a great family," replied the count.
"I only stayed three days in the town and fifteen in prison," said Schinner, "so I saw nothing; not even the fields where they grow the maraschino." "They are fooling you," said Georges to the farmer. "Maraschino comes in cases." "'Romances alter cases," remarked Mistigris.
I am off to Italy with my wife; so you can have Mistigris to help you along. The young scamp has talent, and I put him at your disposal. He is twittering like a sparrow at the very idea of amusing himself at the chateau de Presles. Adieu, my dear Joseph; if I am still absent, and should send nothing to next year's Salon, you must take my place.
There'll be a death in the house before ten days are out, you'll see," and she gave a lugubrious look round the dining-room. "Whose turn will it be, I wonder?" "It is just as well that we are moving out," said Eugene to Father Goriot in a low voice. "Madame," said Sylvie, running in with a scared face, "I have not seen Mistigris these three days."
"What does Madame Schinner say to all this?" pursued the count; "for I believe you married, out of love, the beautiful Adelaide de Rouville, the protegee of old Admiral de Kergarouet; who, by the bye, obtained for you the order for the Louvre ceilings through his nephew, the Comte de Fontaine." "A great painter is never married when he travels," said Mistigris.
On hearing this stern admonition the painter turned red to his ears and looked at Mistigris, who seemed dumfounded. "Well," said Pere Leger, "what next?" "If," continued the count, "I were a magistrate, it would be my duty to order the gendarmes at Pierrefitte to arrest the aide-de-camp of Mina, and to summon all present in this vehicle to testify to his words."
The iron gates opened at Pierrotin's demand, and he proudly drove in to deposit with the concierge the thousand and one utensils belonging to the great Schinner. Oscar was thunderstruck when he became aware that Mistigris and his master, the witnesses of his bravado, were to be installed in the chateau itself.
"'Dead schinners tell no tales." "Monsieur, are there farms in that country?" asked Pere Leger. "What do they cultivate?" "Maraschino," replied Mistigris, "a plant that grows to the height of the lips, and produces a liqueur which goes by that name." "Ah!" said Pere Leger.
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