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Pillerault accompanied him. "What is the matter?" said the old man, as Cesar gave vent to an exclamation. "Ah, uncle! you do not know the sort of man this Molineux is!" "I have seen him from time to time for fifteen years past at the cafe David, where he plays dominoes. That is why I have come with you."
When Pillerault returned, Cesar was with him; on his way back the old man had met him in the Palais-Royal, hesitating before the entrance to a gambling-house. This was the 14th. At dinner Cesar could not eat. His stomach, violently contracted, rejected food. The evening hours were terrible.
"You ought to know the risks that you are running; I am bound to give you the benefit of my lights. You are dismissed by M. Pillerault, we will say; there is no doubt about that, is there? You enter the service of these two gentlemen. Very good! That is a declaration of war against the Presidente.
Pillerault made him sit down, and then looked at Cesar, who began to suspect a surprise, though he was far indeed from imagining the extent of it. "My nephew, the savings of your wife, your daughter, and yourself, for the last eighteen months, amounted to twenty thousand francs. I have received thirty thousand by the dividend on my claim.
Seated in his arm-chair, like the Chancelier de l'Hopital on the peristyle of the Chamber of Deputies, Pillerault a philosopher prepared for all events, and showing upon his countenance the wisdom of an Egyptian sphinx was talking to Derville and his niece in a suppressed voice. Constance thought it best to consult the lawyer, whose discretion was beyond a doubt.
The whole building belongs to M. Pillerault, an old man of eighty, who left matters very much in the hands of M. and Mme. Cibot, his porters for the past twenty-six years.
Very, and the Freres Provencaux, pot-houses in jest. Well, neither those infamous pot-houses nor our most scientific cooks can make us a sauce like this; mellifluous! Some give you clear water soured with lemon, and the rest drugs, chemicals." Pillerault tried throughout the dinner to fathom this extraordinary being; finding only a void, he began to think him dangerous.
"He thought it superb sixteen years ago," murmured Constance. " among workmen and rubbish." "Bah! you will find him a good fellow, with no pretension," said Roguin. "I have put Raguet on guard in the shop. We can't go through our own door; everything is pulled down." "Why did you not bring your nephew?" said Pillerault to Madame Ragon. "Shall we not see him?" asked Cesarine.
"There would be ground for contention; besides " "Besides," exclaimed Pillerault, pretending anger, "you may have the right to immolate yourself if you choose, but you have no right to immolate your daughter." A vehement discussion ensued, which Pillerault designedly excited.
Pillerault wished to learn and study the state of public opinion. He found in one of the most animated groups du Tillet, Gobenheim-Keller, Nucingen, old Guillaume, and his son-in-law Joseph Lebas, Claparon, Gigonnet, Mongenod, Camusot, Gobseck, Adolphe Keller, Palma, Chiffreville, Matifat, Grindot, and Lourdois. "What caution one needs to have!" said Gobenheim to du Tillet.
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