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Quick, quick! the family takes its position, Monsieur in front of the hearth, Madame in an easychair, carelessly turning the leaves of a magazine. Wasted pose! The fair caller did not come to see Sidonie; she has stopped at the floor below. Ah! if Madame Georges could hear what her neighbor says of her and her friends! At that moment the door opens and "Mademoiselle Planus" is announced.
At that moment Mademoiselle Planus entered the room with consternation written on her face. "Monsieur Risler has gone!" she exclaimed. "Gone? Why, wasn't the garden-gate locked?" "He must have climbed over the wall. You can see his footprints." They looked at each other, terrified beyond measure. "It was the letter!" thought Planus.
Amid the tumult of the storm, they heard a wailing sound, like a sob, in which a name was pronounced with difficulty: "Frantz! Frantz!" It was terrible and pitiful. When Christ on the Cross sent up to heaven His despairing cry: 'Eli, eli, lama sabachthani', they who heard him must have felt the same species of superstitious terror that suddenly seized upon Mademoiselle Planus.
"But it is your duty to tell him," declared Mademoiselle Planus. The cashier's face assumed a grave expression. "It is a very delicate matter. In the first place, who knows whether he would believe me? There are blind men so blind that And then, by interfering between the two partners, I risk the loss of my place. Oh! the women the women! When I think how happy Risler might have been.
From Montsouris to the fortifications of Montrouge is but a step. When they had reached that point, Planus had no great difficulty in taking his friend home with him. He thought, and justly, that his tranquil fireside, the spectacle of a placid, fraternal, devoted affection, would give the wretched man's heart a sort of foretaste of the happiness that was in store for him with his brother Frantz.
"What will become of us?" he repeated again and again. "Oh! these women " One day Mademoiselle Planus sat by the fire with her knitting, waiting for her brother. The table had been laid for half an hour, and the old lady was beginning to be worried by such unheard-of tardiness, when Sigismond entered with a most distressed face, and without a word, which was contrary to all his habits.
"Stop her, stop her! Risler, Planus, I implore you! In pity's name do not let her go in this way," cried Claire. Planus stepped toward the door. Risler detained him. "I forbid you to stir! I ask your pardon, Madame, but we have more important matters than this to consider. Madame Risler concerns us no longer.
Monsieur Chorche, Monsieur Chorche," muttered poor Sigismond; and while he pursued his journey, with bowed head and trembling legs, Madame Fromont Jeune's carriage passed him close, on its way to the Orleans station; but Claire did not see old Planus, any more than she had seen, when she left her house a few moments earlier, Monsieur Chebe in his long frock-coat and the illustrious Delobelle in his stovepipe hat, turning into the Rue des Vieilles-Haudriettes at opposite ends, each with the factory and Risler's wallet for his objective point.
Quick, quick! the family takes its position, Monsieur in front of the hearth, Madame in an easychair, carelessly turning the leaves of a magazine. Wasted pose! The fair caller did not come to see Sidonie; she has stopped at the floor below. Ah! if Madame Georges could hear what her neighbor says of her and her friends! At that moment the door opens and "Mademoiselle Planus" is announced.
That movement of repulsion was so instinctive, so brutal, that all Risler's emotion changed to indignation. He drew himself up with stern dignity. "I offer you my hand, Sigismond Planus!" he said. "And I refuse to take it," said Planus, rising.
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