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"No! they're dogs! harpies! Suppose I appeal to Monsieur Moreau, the steward at Presles? he is such a kind man," thought Pierrotin, struck with a new idea. "Perhaps he would take my note for six months." At this moment a footman in livery, carrying a leather portmanteau and coming from the Touchard establishment, where he had gone too late to secure places as far as Chambly, came up and said:
"Good; that means we have a quarter of an hour," remarked Mistigris, with the innate genius for observation of the Paris rapin. The pair disappeared. Nine o'clock was striking in the hotel kitchen. Georges thought it just and reasonable to remonstrate with Pierrotin.
We all have a right to the places we took. What place has monsieur engaged? Come, find that out! Haven't you a way-book, a register, or something? What place has Monsieur Lecomte engaged? count of what, I'd like to know." "Monsieur le comte," said Pierrotin, visibly troubled, "I am afraid you will be uncomfortable." "Why didn't you keep better count of us?" said Mistigris.
Pierrotin, impressed with the idea of an intrigue between the steward and some pretty girl, had gone as directed to number 7 rue de la Cerisaie, in the Arsenal quarter, and had there found the Madame Clapart just portrayed, instead of the young and beautiful creature he expected to find.
"Come, a helping hand, my lad!" he said to Pierrotin. The farmer was hoisted in by the united efforts of Pierrotin and the porter, to cries of "Houp la! hi! ha! hoist!" uttered by Georges. "Oh! I'm not going far; only to La Cave," said the farmer, good-humoredly. In France everybody takes a joke. "Take the back seat," said Pierrotin, "there'll be six of you."
But his future absolutely requires that I should send him." This answer struck Pierrotin, who hesitated to confide his fears for the steward to Madame Clapart, while she, on her part, was afraid of injuring her boy if she asked Pierrotin for a care which might have transformed him into a mentor.
Pierrotin, put me out here, and pick me up at the same place to-morrow," added the count, who then left the coach and took a path through the woods, leaving his late companions confused and bewildered. "He must be that count who has hired Franconville; that's the path to it," said Leger.
He has just told me to leave him on the road near there; he doesn't want to go on to Isle-Adam." "Pierrotin thinks he is the master of Maffliers," said Pere Leger, addressing Georges when he got back into the coach. The three young fellows were now as dull as thieves caught in the act; they dared not look at each other, and were evidently considering the consequences of their fibs.
So that the "Very good, madame," "Certainly, madame," with which he replied to the poor mother, to whom a trip of twenty miles appeared a journey, showed plainly that he desired to get away from her useless and prolix instructions. "You will be sure to place the packages so that they cannot get wet if the weather should happen to change." "I've a hood," replied Pierrotin.
By this time they had arrived at Saint-Leu-Taverny, where all the passengers got out while the coach changed horses. Oscar admired the liveliness which Pierrotin displayed in unhooking the traces from the whiffle-trees, while his driver cleared the reins from the leaders. "Poor Pierrotin," thought he; "he has stuck like me, not far advanced in the world. Georges has fallen low.
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