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"You have been to see Monsieur Charnot?" "In the Rue de l'Universite. Wasn't it the simplest thing to do? Besides, I was not sorry to make the acquaintance of a member of the Institute. And I must admit that he behaved very nicely to me not a bit stuck up." "And you told him?" "My name to begin with: Brutus Mouillard.
I say 'us, because one of your friends is coming, a great amateur of the rod who honors me with his friendship, too." "Who is he?" "A secret, Monsieur Mouillard, a little secret. You will be surprised. It is settled then next Sunday?" "Where shall I meet you?" "Hush, the office-boy is listening. That boy is too sharp; I'll tell you some other time."
Yet I followed my old and faithful friend's advice, for I knew that she had the peace of the household as much at heart as I; but I felt that I should seek long and vainly before I could discover what this latest trouble was, and what part I had in it. BOURGES, August 5th. I woke up at seven; my first thought was for M. Mouillard. Where could he be? I listened, but could hear no sound.
But, really, it was not worth your while to come from Paris to Bourges to thank me, and to bring your daughter too." "Excuse me in my turn! There are limits to modesty, Monsieur Mouillard, and as my daughter is to marry your nephew, and as my daughter was in Bourges, it was only natural that I should introduce her to you." "Monsieur, I have no longer a nephew." "He is here."
On my way back, just as I was crossing the Place de l'Opera in the aforesaid cab, a voice hailed me: "Monsieur Mouillard!" I looked first to the right and then to the left, till, on a refuge, I caught sight of M. Plumet struggling to attract my attention. I stopped the cab, and a smile of satisfaction spread over M. Plumet's countenance. He stepped off the refuge. I opened the cab-door.
He came here about a quarter of an hour ago, proud, and, I may say, swaggering, as he does over his learned friends when he has found a flaw in one of their pleadings. "Well, nephew?" "Well, uncle?" "I've got some news for you." "Indeed?" M. Mouillard banged his hat down furiously upon my table. "Yes, you know my maxim: when anything does not seem quite clear to me " "You ferret it out."
M. Mouillard, his most elementary notions of life shaken to their foundations, concludes in these words: "Fabien, I have long suspected it; some creature has you in bondage. I am coming to break the bonds! I know him well; he will be here tomorrow. May 6th. No uncle as yet. May 7th. No more uncle than yesterday. May 8th. Total eclipse continues. No news of M. Mouillard. This is very strange.
You told them that I was away, and they said they were very sorry." "Especially the lady. She puffed and panted and sighed: 'Dear Monsieur Mouillard! How unlucky we are, Madame Menin; we have just come to Paris as he has gone to Italy. My husband and I would have liked so much to see him! You may think it fanciful, but I should like above all things to look round his rooms.
Go and see him." Not knowing whom I was about to address, I gave a warning cough as I came near him. The unknown drew a loud breath, like a man who wakes with a start. "That you, Jupille?" he said, turning a little way; "are you out of bait?" "No, my dear tutor, it is I." "Monsieur Mouillard, at last!" "Monsieur Flamaran! Jupille told the truth when he said I should be surprised.
You would have given your consent to my, union, on which depends your own happiness, my dear uncle, and that of your nephew, "Rather too formal," said Jeanne. "Now, let me try." And the enchantress added, with ready pen: "It is I, Monsieur Mouillard, who am chiefly in need of forgiveness. Mine is the greater fault by far.
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