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"Oh! godmother!" whispered Celeste, yielding to the freshness of her feelings, "suppose it were he!" And the tears filled her eyes as she pressed Madame Thuillier's hand. At this moment the servant threw open the door of the salon, and, singular complication! announced Monsieur Felix Phellion.
"Enough, my dear," said Phellion. "The dinner hour summons us; I think that, little by little, we have allowed this conversation to drift toward the miry slough of backbiting." "You are full of illusions, my dear commander," said Minard, taking Phellion by the hand and shaking it; "but they are honorable illusions, and I envy them.
It will take more than fifteen days for a son of Phellion, in other words, obstinacy incarnate in silliness, to have done with philosophical hesitations; and it is very certain that Celeste will not accept him for a husband unless he gives her some proofs of conversion." "That's probable. But suppose Celeste tries to dawdle; suppose she refuses to accept the alternative?"
Madame, I have the honor " added the mayor, with a respectful bow to Madame Phellion. And each party took its way. The information acquired by the mayor of the 11th arrondissement was by no means incorrect.
"Yes, madame," said Phellion, "the young man is certainly not in his normal condition." "But what is the matter with him?" asked the countess, anxiously. "The night of that scene with Celeste," replied Phellion, "after his return home, he wept a flood of hot tears on his mother's bosom, and gave us to understand that the happiness of his whole life was at an end."
"Ah! left Paris, has she?" said Phellion. "Well, monsieur, I must tell you that, although there was not much sympathy between us, I regard her departure as a misfortune. She will leave a serious void in the salon of our friends. I say this, because it is my belief, and I am not in the habit of disguising my convictions."
"True! when one refuses to pay one's debts, that's recognizing them." Thuillier. "You would make famous lawyers." Poiret. "I am as curious as Monsieur Phellion to know what grounds Monsieur Bixiou has for " Will you bet?" I do beg you to be quiet; you can laugh and bet afterwards." Bixiou. "That's true, du Bruel; the praise of an honest man is a very difficult thing to write.
Ah! that wretch of a Dutocq; it was he who stole the paper." His tears and sobs recommenced and made so much noise that Rabourdin came up to see what was the matter. He found the young fellow almost fainting in the arms of Poiret and Phellion. Rabourdin. "What is the matter, gentlemen?" That memorandum, Dutocq, the monster, he must have taken it." Phellion.
But where is Madame Phellion?" added the worthy man, impatiently, going towards the door. "No, I beg of you, don't disturb her," said the countess; "I have heedlessly come at a moment when she is busy with household cares. Brigitte has been my educator in such matters, and I know the respect we ought to pay to good housekeepers.
"But I imagine that thoughts, especially if detached, cannot be very consecutive," said Thuillier. "Evidently not," replied Phellion; "detached thoughts imply the idea of a very great number of subjects on which the author lets his pen stray without the pretension of presenting a whole." "You will of course sign them?" said la Peyrade. "Oh, no!" replied Phellion, alarmed.
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