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It was a sight to see the vexed, scandalized faces of the guests. What an intriguer was this Moessard! What an impudent piece of sycophantry! And the same envious, disdainful smile quivered on every mouth.
This is what I would do if I were in your place; I would hunt up Moëssard and buy him without haggling over the price. Hemerlingue has given him twenty thousand francs to speak, I would offer him thirty thousand to hold his tongue." "Never, never!" roared M. Noël. "Instead of that I will go and wring the miserable bandit's neck." "You will wring nothing at all.
The muscular arm that he grasped violently shook itself free, and the Nabob answered him very shortly: "I am very sorry, my dear fellow, but I have no seat to offer you." No seat, in a carriage as big as a house, which had often held five of them! Moëssard gazed at him in utter stupefaction. "But I had something very urgent to say to you. On the subject of my little note.
Beside a painted hussy with red hair, wearing a tiny little hat with broad ribbons, who, from her perch on her leather cushion, was driving the horse with her hands, her eyes, her whole made-up person, stiffly erect, yet leaning forward, sat Moëssard, Moëssard the dandy, pink-cheeked and painted like his companion, raised on the same dung-heap, fattened on the same vices.
"Well, Jansoulet, did you read it?" "Read what, pray?" "What! don't you know? Haven't you read what the Messager said about you this morning?" Beneath the thick tan on his cheeks the Nabob blushed like a child, and his eyes sparkled with delight as he replied: "Do you mean it? The Messager said something about me?" "Two whole columns. How is it that Moëssard didn't show it to you?"
About a week after his adventure with Moessard, that new complication in the terrible muddle of his affairs, Jansoulet, on leaving the Chamber, one Thursday, ordered his coachman to drive him to Mora's house.
Penetrating the crowd which surrounded him, Moessard the handsome Moessard, in a sky-blue cravat, pale and bloated like a white embodiment of disease, and pinched at the waist in a fine frock-coat seeing that the Nabob, after having gone twenty times round the hall of sculpture, was making for the door, dashed forward, and passing his arm through his, said: "You are taking me with you, you know."
This is what I should do in your place: I should go and find Moessard, and I should buy him, without quibbling about price. Hemerlingue has given him twenty thousand francs to speak; I would offer him thirty thousand to hold his tongue." "Never! never!" vociferated M. Noel. "I should rather go and knock the rascally brigand's head off." "You will do nothing of the kind.
"Why, you'll always be an innocent, my poor Passajon. Never you fear! The Nabob's in it just about as much as Moëssard's queen was." And he went back to his shirt-fronts. His last remark referred back to the time when Moëssard was paying court to his queen and had promised the Governor that, in case he was successful, he would induce Her Majesty to invest some funds in our enterprise.
He was heard to exclaim before the whole board: 'You have lied to me; you have robbed me, and made me a robber as much as yourselves. Show me your books, you set of rogues! If he has treated Moessard in the same sort of fashion, I am not surprised any longer that the latter should be taking his revenge in his newspaper." "But what does this article say?" asked M. Barreau.
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