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What would become of him without me? I hindered his marriage; he has no prospects. His talent would perish in privations." "Oh, my Dinah!" Madame Piedefer had exclaimed, "what a hell you live in! What is the feeling that gives you strength enough to persist?" "I will be a mother to him!" she had replied.
He was setting out for the Holy Land, and his friends were remonstrating with him, urging his age, and the perils of such an expedition. 'And then, said one, 'you are married. 'Married! said he, 'so little married." Even the rigid Madame Piedefer could not repress a smile. "I should not be surprised to see Monsieur de Clagny mounted on my pony to complete the escort," said Dinah.
Your Uncle Silas Piedefer is dead, at New York, where, after having made and lost several fortunes in various parts of the world, he has finally left some seven or eight hundred thousand francs they say twelve but there is stock-in-trade to be sold. I am the chief in our common interests, and act for you."
"If there were many men like you in France and there are more than enough, unfortunately all government would be impossible." "And there would be no religion at all," said Madame Piedefer, who had been making strangely wry faces all through this discussion. "You are paining them very much," said Bianchon to Lousteau in an undertone.
He then accounted to his wife for the money derived from the estate of Silas Piedefer, told her of the investment at four and a half per cent of the eight hundred thousand francs he had brought from New York, and allowed her that income for her expenses, including the education of the children.
In short, she produced two books which were a success. More than once she saved Lousteau's self-esteem by dictating, correcting, or finishing his articles when he was in despair at his own lack of ideas. The secret of this collaboration was strictly preserved; Madame Piedefer knew nothing of it.
Zoe Piedefer, 7 Rue Campagne-Premiere, a big brunette, who was getting rather too stout, had scrawled her sign manual right across the names of little Flore Beauchamp, 32 Rue de Laval, and Judith Vaquez, 69 Rue du Rocher, a Jewess, both of whom were too thin. 'I say, have you got the address? resumed Dubuche. Then Claude flew into a passion. 'Don't pester me! I don't know and don't care.
"If I am an object of horror to you, of aversion or scorn, I will go," said Lousteau, who had followed her. And he threw himself at her feet. It was at this crisis that Madame Piedefer came in, saying to her daughter: "What is the matter? What has happened?" "Give your daughter another dress at once," said the audacious Parisian in the prim old lady's ear.
As soon as all these facts came to the ears of little Polydore de la Baudraye for they were the talk of every circle in the Department of the Cher he went to Bourges just when Madame Piedefer, a devotee at high services, had almost made up her own mind and her daughter's to take the first comer with well-lined pockets the first chien coiffe, as they say in Le Berry.
And she dragged away her mother, who seemed very anxious to see who it was that her daughter had been talking with in the boudoir. Two days afterwards, Madame Piedefer held a conference with the cure of the parish.
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