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Updated: May 19, 2025
Every day the old man walked along the boulevard, from the Rue du Mont-Parnasse to the Rue Plumet; and every pensioner as he passed stood at attention, without fail, to salute him: then the Marshal rewarded the veteran with a smile. "Who is the man you always stand at attention to salute?" said a young workman one day to an old captain and pensioner. "I will tell you, boy," replied the officer.
While Jeanne in her innocence is dreaming of the words of love he has ventured to utter to her, and cherishes but one thought, one image in her heart, he is exerting his ingenuity to perpetuate the recollection of that image's adventures elsewhere. "He is pleased with the elaborate and costly frame which Plumet has made for him. "'Very nice. How much? "'One hundred and twenty francs.
"My mother and I are passing through a bitter trial. She is ill, I may say seriously ill. I would sooner bear the illness than my present anxiety. "Your friend, "P. S. Just as I was about to fasten up this letter, I got a note from Madame Plumet to tell me that Monsieur and Mademoiselle Charnot have left Paris. She does not know where they have gone."
Her ruddy cheeks and bright eyes recalled my first impression of her, the little dressmaker running from the workshop to the office, full of her love for M. Plumet and her grievances against the wicked cabinetmaker. "What, you are back again with Counsellor Boule? I am surprised!" "So am I, Madame Plumet, very much surprised. But such is life! How is Master Pierre progressing?"
"I have found in the Rue Plumet a very good flat on the first floor, handsome, splendidly paneled, at only fifteen hundred francs a year, where you would only need one woman to wait on you, and I could be quite content with a boy." "Yes, my dear."
"'Well, really! "'Yes, I mean it. "'Since you make such a secret of it, I shall ask Monsieur Plumet to tell me. Monsieur Plumet, for whom is this portrait? "Plumet, pale as death, fumbled at his workman's cap, like a naughty child. "'Why, you see, Mademoiselle I am only a poor framemaker. "'Very well! I shall go to Madame Plumet, who is sure to know, and will not mind telling me.
Less than two months later thanks to my efforts the dowry was recovered; the banns were put up; and the little dressmaker paid a second visit to the office, this time with M. Plumet, who was even more embarrassed than she. "See, Antoine! this is Monsieur Mouillard, who undertook our case! Thank you again and again, Monsieur Mouillard, you really have been too kind!
"Madame Plumet, who must have been listening at the door, came in at that moment, trembling like a leaf, and prepared to dare all. "I beg you won't, Mademoiselle, broke in Dufilleul; 'there is no secret. I only wanted to tease you. The portrait is for a friend of mine who lives at Fontainebleau. "'His name? "'Gonin he's a solicitor. "'It was time you told me. How wretched you both looked.
The little dressmaker told me that she was engaged to M. Plumet, frame-maker. She told her tale very clearly; a little money put by, you see, out of ten years' wages; one may be careful and yet be taken in; and, alas! all has been lent to a cousin in the cabinetmaking trade, who wanted to set up shop; and now he refuses to pay up. The dowry is in danger, and the marriage in suspense.
One evening, Marius was on his way to the rendezvous, by way of the Boulevard des Invalides. He habitually walked with drooping head. As he was on the point of turning the corner of the Rue Plumet, he heard some one quite close to him say: "Good evening, Monsieur Marius." He raised his head and recognized Eponine. This produced a singular effect upon him.
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