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She picked up her basket which she had laid down at her feet. "Well, we'll see," she said. And she went away. Presently when I had reached the boarding school, I took Pere Piquedent aside, and said: "You must write to her; she is infatuated with you."
And each day a friendly intercourse was established between the working-women of the pavement and the idlers of the boarding school. Pere Piquedent was really a comical sight. He trembled at being noticed, for he might lose his position; and he made timid and ridiculous gestures, quite a theatrical display of love signals, to which the women responded with a regular fusillade of kisses.
I replied intrepidly: "Faith, he has lost his head about you!" "Then he must invite me to dinner on Sunday at the Ile des Fleurs." I promised that she should be invited. Pere Piquedent was much touched by everything I told him about her. I added: "She loves you, Monsieur Piquedent, and I believe her to be a decent girl. It is not right to lead her on and then abandon her."
For the past ten years, the Robineau Institute beat the imperial lycee of the town at every competitive examination, and all the colleges of the subprefecture, and these constant successes were due, they said, to an usher, a simple usher, M. Piquedent, or rather Pere Piquedent.
Now my father, allured by these successes, sent me as a day pupil to Robineau's or, as we called it, Robinetto or Robinettino's and made me take special private lessons from Pere Piquedent at the rate of five francs per hour, out of which the usher got two francs and the principal three francs. I was then eighteen, and was in the philosophy class.
Now my father, allured by these successes, sent me as a day pupil to Robineau's or, as we called it, Robinetto or Robinettino's and made me take special private lessons from Pere Piquedent at the rate of five francs per hour, out of which the usher got two francs and the principal three francs. I was then eighteen, and was in the philosophy class.
You are very nice." "In short, mademoiselle, do you think that, later on, we might " She hesitated a second; then in a trembling voice she said: "Do you mean to marry me when you say that? For on no other condition, you know." "Yes, mademoiselle!" "Well, that's all right, Monsieur Piquedent!"
What luck! what luck!" A beautiful woman, very plump, abruptly left the cashier's desk and flung herself on my breast. I had some difficulty in recognizing her, she had grown so stout. I asked: "So then you're doing well?" Piquedent had gone back to weigh the groceries. "Oh! very well, very well, very well. I have made three thousand francs clear this year!"
"Very well, monsieur, thank you." "Will you have a cigarette?" "Oh! not in the street." "You can smoke it at home." "In that case, I will." "Let me tell you, mademoiselle, there's something you don't know." "What is that, monsieur?" "The old gentleman my old professor, I mean " "Pere Piquedent?" "Yes, Pere Piquedent. So you know his name?" "Faith, I do! What of that?"
When they were in the restaurant, she took it on herself to speak, and ordered dinner, fried fish, a chicken, and salad; then she led us on toward the isle, which she knew perfectly. After this, she was gay, romping, and even rather tantalizing. Until dessert, no question of love arose. I had treated them to champagne, and Pere Piquedent was tipsy.
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