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Updated: June 10, 2025
"The work is sure to be a masterpiece, but he can't sign it, you know, for fear of compromising her." "Ah! I'd return all my crosses to the sovereigns who gave them to me for the devotion that youth can win," said the count. "That's just it!" said Mistigris, "when one's young, one's loved; plenty of love, plenty of women; but they do say: 'Where there's wife, there's mope."
I've longed a score of times to paint landscape, which no one, as I think, understands but Mistigris, who will some day reproduce Hobbema, Ruysdael, Claude Lorrain, Poussin, and others." "But," exclaimed the count, "if he reproduces one of them won't that be enough?" "If you persist in interrupting, monsieur," said Oscar, "we shall never get on."
"Give me my bodice, and be quick and get breakfast ready. Dish up the rest of the mutton with the potatoes, and you can put the stewed pears on the table, those at five a penny." A few moments later Mme. Vauquer came down, just in time to see the cat knock down a plate that covered a bowl of milk, and begin to lap in all haste. "Mistigris!" she cried.
"Good; that means we have a quarter of an hour," remarked Mistigris, with the innate genius for observation of the Paris rapin. The pair disappeared. Nine o'clock was striking in the hotel kitchen. Georges thought it just and reasonable to remonstrate with Pierrotin.
"If you expect some one else, I am not the last," said the count. "I agree to that reasoning," said Mistigris. Georges and Oscar began to laugh impertinently. "The old fellow doesn't know much," whispered Georges to Oscar, who was delighted at this apparent union between himself and the object of his envy. "Parbleu!" cried Pierrotin, "I shouldn't be sorry for two more passengers."
When I once become a personage I shall know how to maintain my station." "'Et caetera punctum!" crowed Mistigris, imitating the hoarse voice of a young cock; which made Oscar's deliverance all the more absurd, because he had just reached the age when the beard sprouts and the voice breaks. "'What a chit for chat!" added the rapin.
"Ah! my boy, so here you are? How is the dear mamma?" he said, taking Oscar by the hand. "Good-day, messieurs," he added to Mistigris and his master, who then came forward. "You are, no doubt, the two painters whom Monsieur Grindot, the architect, told me to expect." He whistled twice at the end of his whip; the concierge came. "Take these gentlemen to rooms 14 and 15.
"Yes, HE may be, but my master isn't," said Georges, "and he will request me to go and blaguer somewhere else." "Never mind, you like travel," said Bridau. "What a dressing that boy will get from Monsieur and Madame Moreau!" cried Mistigris. "Little idiot!" said Georges. "If it hadn't been for him the count would have been amused.
In view of this, Joseph, as soon as he had put Desroches in possession of all that was going on at Issoudun, started with Mistigris for the chateau of the Comte de Serizy, to escape hearing about the trial of the conspirators, which lasted for twenty days. It is useless to record facts that may be found in contemporaneous histories.
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.
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