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Then Patissot questioned him with deep interest. Boivin named all the fish who frolicked under this dirty water and Patissot thought he could see them. Boivin told about the different hooks, baits, spots and times suitable for each kind. And Patissot felt himself more like a fisherman than Boivin himself.
M. Patissot continued: "There are, however, monsieur, principles which all good people recognize." M. Rade asked: "Which ones?" Then very solemnly, M. Patissot pronounced: "Morality, monsieur." M. Rade was beaming; he exclaimed: "Just let me give you one example, gentlemen, one little example.
Patissot was going to speak, when his friend answered: "Fine!" The whole family smiled and settled down beside the fishermen. The Patissot was seized with a wild desire to catch a fish, just one, any kind, any size, in order to win the consideration of these people; so he began to handle his rod as he had seen Boivin do in the morning.
He slipped and fell, promising himself to be more careful in the future. Then he spread out all his purchases on a chair and looked at them for a long time. He went to sleep with this thought: "Isn't it strange that I didn't think before of taking an excursion to the country?" During the whole week Patissot worked without ambition.
They took the train at the station of Villaines, and, on the way home, Patissot loudly mentioned the names of the famous painter and of the great novelist as though they were his friends. He even allowed people to think that he had taken luncheon with one and dinner with the other.
Patissot immediately wished to gain the shady nooks of the park, hoping that the melancholy of the forest would quiet the ruffled temper of his companion. But an entirely different effect resulted.
I saw Charles X. and adhered to him, monsieur; I saw Louis-Philippe and adhered to him, monsieur; I saw Napoleon and adhered to him; but I have never seen the Republic." Patissot, still serious, answered: "The Republic, monsieur, is represented by its president!" The other grumbled: "Well, them, show him to me!" Patissot shrugged his shoulders.
Before the stores stacks of flags were resplendent under the rising sun. Patissot turned to his neighbor. "It is going to be a fine celebration," he said. The gentleman looked at him sideways and answered in a haughty manner: "That makes no difference to me!" "You are not going to take part in it?" asked the surprised clerk.
While the journalist explained the purpose of the visit, and the writer listened to him without yet answering, at times staring at him fixedly, Patissot, more and more embarrassed, was observing this celebrity. Hardly forty, he was of medium height, fairly stout, and with a good-natured look. Short hair stood up straight on the high, well-developed forehead.
M. Patissot continued: "There are, however, monsieur, principles which all good people recognize." M. Rade asked: "Which ones?" Then very solemnly, M. Patissot pronounced: "Morality, monsieur." M. Rade was beaming; he exclaimed: "Just let me give you one example, gentlemen, one little example.
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