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The conversation had taken place in an undertone, while Rigolette and Mrs. Pipelet held themselves discreetly at some distance off. Rudolph descended, and said to the former: "My poor neighbor, I must ask another favor; you must let me have your room at my disposal for an hour." "As long as you please, M. Rudolph. You have my key. But, what is the matter?" "I will tell you directly.
Pipelet, his everlasting immense hat, as usual, on his head, dressed in his green coat, was sitting gravely before a table, on which were spread pieces of leather and fragments of old shoes; he was occupied in putting a new sole to a boot, which he did with that serious and meditative air which characterized all his doings. Anastasia was absent from the lodge.
Everybody was fond of the good old fellow, who heightened the oddity of his appearance on board his own ship by wearing a huge straw hat like the bell-crowned hat Eugene Sue puts on the head of M. Pipelet in the Mysteres de Paris, and a song had been composed about him, which we used to sing together and the chorus of which began "Bon! bon! de la Bretonniere!
All along the boulevard, on each place where there was room to write, always 'Pipelet & Cabrion, to the death!
Here is your handsel; your aunt will only have to bring you to-morrow night. Cecily had not ceased to weep. I accepted for her the advance of forty sous from the old screw, and we returned here." "Very well, Mrs. Pipelet; I do not forget my promise. Here is what I promised if you should succeed in getting a situation for this girl, who embarrassed me."
Who has stolen your eyes? Pardon, M. Rudolph; that beggar Cabrion stupefies him more and more he certainly will make him turn to a jackass, my poor love! Alfred, answer!" At this voice, so dear to his heart, Pipelet raised his head; his features were imprinted with a melancholy bitterness. "What did the commissary say to you?" repeated Anastasia.
Rudolph took advantage of his being unperceived, to throw a curious look around this room, which he found deserved more praise than Mrs. Pipelet had given to the extreme neatness of Miss Dimpleton's humble home. Nothing could be gayer or better arranged than this little room.
"No, it is very serious. You must know, you should know, the history of her to whom you give such generous hospitality." And Cecily added, in a tone of hypocritical and tearful compunction: "The daughter of a brave soldier, brother of my Aunt Pipelet, I have received an education above my condition; I was seduced, then abandoned, by a rich young man.
Pipelet, always courageous and skeptical, looked under the bed, and in every hole and corner, without success, while M. Pipelet, undone by the last blow, had fallen on the chair in a state of utter despair. "It's nothing, Alfred," said Anastasia; "the scoundrel was concealed behind the door, and while I looked one way, he escaped the other.
Then, addressing a man who accompanied him, the magistrate said: "Let the two municipal guards wait below, and not leave the alley. Send Justin for a coach." The man left to execute these orders. "Now," said the magistrate, addressing Pipelet, "conduct me to Morel."
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