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As we can't burn them, we'll drown them. Show me a light, Jenkins." And they entered. Where were they? Saint-Simon, describing the downfall of one of these sovereign existences, the utter confusion of ceremonials, of dignities, of grandeurs caused by death, especially by sudden death, Saint-Simon alone could have told you. With his delicate, carefully-kept hands the Marquis de Monpavon pumped.
As soon as he heard of it, he returned very calmly to the club and went up to his room where Francis was impatiently waiting to hand him an important paper that had arrived during the day. It was a notice to Sieur Louis-Marie-Agénor de Monpavon to appear the next day at the office of the examining magistrate.
On Thursday afternoon, about three o'clock, he recovered consciousness completely, and, recognizing Monpavon, Cardailhac and two or three other close friends, smiled at them and betrayed in a word his sole preoccupation: "What do people say of this in Paris?" This Mora was the most brilliant incarnation of the Empire.
It was the Archbishop of Paris, accompanied by two assistants. The vision, with its murmur as of an icy north wind, passed quickly before Jansoulet, plunged into the great carriage and disappeared, carrying away with it his last hope. "Doing the right thing, mon cher," remarked Monpavon, appearing suddenly at his side.
Monpavon prefaced his reply with a significant silence; then brutally, cynically, for fear of breaking down as he spoke: "Done for, my poor Augustus!" The duke received the sentence full in the face without flinching. "Ah!" he said simply. He pulled his mustache with a mechanical gesture, but his features remained motionless. And immediately he made up his mind.
The uproar and the going and coming ceased on the third floor, where several members of the club had their apartments. Of the number was the Marquis de Monpavon, to whose door Jenkins bent his steps. "Ah! is it you, doctor? Deuce take it! What time is it, pray? I'm not at home." "Not even to the doctor?" "Oh! not to anybody. A question of costume, my dear fellow. Never mind, come in all the same.
It was Paganetti, the governor, who had hastily left his seat in one of the galleries, with pale face, round eyes, and mouth puckered for a whistle, like Mr. Punch when he has detected in the air the near approach of a violent blow. Monpavon, unmoved, puffed out his breastplate. The stout man wheezed violently into the flowers on his wife's little white hat. Mère Jansoulet gazed at her son.
Arriving here with the firm resolution to become a Parisian, a man of the world, he has taken you for his model in everything, and I do not conceal from you that he would very much like to study his model from a nearer standpoint." "I know, I know. Monpavon has already asked my permission to bring him to see me. But I prefer to wait; I wish to see.
Monpavon inflated his breast, the old foundered charger's only pride. "My dear fellow, if you had seen Mora and myself in the trenches at Constantine ps ps Never lowered our eyes Don't know what fear means. Send word to your confrères, I will undertake to prepare him."
The Court of Exchequer has once more stuck its nose into my affairs." "What are you reading there?" exclaimed Monpavon abruptly, snatching the letter from his hands. And immediately, thanks to Mora's negligence in thus allowing such private letters to lie about, the terrible situation in which he would be left by the death of his protector returned to his mind.
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