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Some one might come." Monpavon lifted the light desk and motioned to the valet to carry a light for him. But Jenkins darted forward: "Stay, Louis, the duke may need you."
It was absolutely necessary that Brisset, Jousseline, Bouchereau, all the great physicians should be called in. "But you will frighten him." De Monpavon expanded his chest, the one pride of the old broken-down charger. "Mon Cher, if you had seen Mora and me in the trenches of Constantine ps ps. Never looked away. We don't know fear. Give notice to your colleagues. I undertake to inform him."
During that insane game, although Mora was its involuntary cause, and, as it were, its soul, his name was not once mentioned. Neither Cardailhac nor Jenkins appeared. Monpavon had taken to his bed, more affected than he chose to have people think. They were without news from the sick-room. "Is he dead?"
Two letters on pearl-gray satin paper trembled in his fingers. "Who's that?" queried Monpavon, at sight of the unfamiliar hand and the Irishman's nervous excitement. "Ah! doctor, if you mean to read everything we shall never finish."
He was managing director of the Territorial Bank of Corsica, a vast financial enterprise, and had now come to the house for the first time, introduced by Monpavon; he occupied accordingly a place of honour.
"There's no fire anywhere. What are we to do with all this stuff?" they asked each other, sorely perplexed. One would have said they were two thieves dragging away a safe which they were unable to open. At last Monpavon, out of patience, walked with an air of resolution to a certain door, the only one they had not yet opened. "Faith, we'll do the best we can!
The Nabob, Monpavon, the prefect, and one of the generals got into the first coach; the others filled the succeeding carriages. The priests and the mayors, swelling with importance, rushed to the head of the choral societies of their villages which were to go in front, and all moved off along the road to Giffas.
"'Sapristi! said Monpavon, laughingly, 'in that case, my dear Auguste, excuse me if I don't taste them, Marigny, being less at home, looked askance at his plate. "'Why, Monpavon, upon my word, these mushrooms look very healthy. I am really sorry that I am no longer hungry. "The duke remained perfectly serious. "'Come, Monsieur Jansoulet, I trust that you won't insult me as they have done.
As she hurried along, the Marquis de Monpavon, vivacious and superb, with a flower in his buttonhole, saluted her at a distance with the grand flourish of the hat so dear to the vanity of woman, the acme of elegance in the way of street salutations, the hat raised high in air above a rigid head.
Sitting on his bed, he continued to talk tranquilly, with that slightly exalted expression in which the thought seems to soar upward as if to escape, and Monpavon coolly replied to him, hardening himself against his emotion, taking a last lesson in breeding from his friend, while Louis, in the background, leaned against the door leading to the duchess's apartments, the type of the silent servitor, in whom heedless indifference is a duty.
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