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Updated: May 19, 2025
The Rhone leaps and eddies, singing over its gravel beds. Two trout-fishers are taxing all their strength to pull a boat up stream beneath the shelter of the bank Perhaps I was wrong in not waiting to hear what M. Plumet had to tell me. He is not the kind of man to gesticulate wildly without good reason. The steamer is gaining the open water and Geneva already lies far behind.
I learned the details from Madame Plumet in person, who could not contain herself for joy as she described the success of her conspiracy, and how her little hand had guided old Dame Fortune's.
"Yesterday evening Monsieur Plumet came to see me, and stood pulling furiously at his beard, which I know from experience is his way of showing that the world is not going around the right way for him. By means of questions, I succeeded, after some difficulty, in dragging from him about half what he had to tell me.
Lisbeth set out for the Rue Plumet, where she now went as to the theatre to indulge her emotions. The residence Hulot had found for his wife consisted of a large, bare entrance-room, a drawing-room, and a bed and dressing-room. The dining-room was next the drawing-room on one side.
"After giving expression to this excellent aphorism, Madame Plumet, unable to contain herself any longer, burst into tears. "Mademoiselle Jeanne, who had been laughing before, was now amazed and presently grew rather anxious. "Still, her pride kept her from asking any further questions, and Madame Plumet was too much frightened to add a word to her answer.
"'That this portrait is for Monsieur Gonin, or anybody else at Fontainebleau. "Mademoiselle Charnot drew back in surprise. "'For whom, then? "'An actress. "'Take care what you are saying, Madame. "'For Mademoiselle Tigra of the Bouffes. "'Lies! cried Dufilleul. 'Prove it, Madame; prove your story, please! "'Look at the back, answered Madame Plumet, quietly.
I suppose M. Plumet managed to escape from his refuge. On my arrival I found, keeping order on the way outside the station, the drollest policeman that ever stepped out of a comic opera. At home we should have had to protect him against the boys; here he protects others. Well, it shows that I am really abroad. I have only two hours to spare in this town. What shall I see?
"This young man has even a greater interest than I in the matter. He is a suitor for the lady's hand, and you can be very useful to him. If you do not frame the picture his happiness is blighted." The frame-maker shook his head. "Let's see, Antoine," said a coaxing little voice, and Madame Plumet left the cradle to come to our aid. I considered our cause as won.
So on his return to the Rue Plumet, Victorin could carry out his plan of lodging his mother and sister under his roof. The young lawyer, already famous, had, for his sole fortune, one of the handsomest houses in Paris, purchased in 1834 in preparation for his marriage, situated on the boulevard between the Rue de la Paix and the Rue Louis-le-Grand.
But the happiest, the most radiant, next to ourselves, were the people who came only for Jeanne's sake and mine; Sylvestre Lampron, painter-in-ordinary to Mademoiselle Charnot, bringing his pretty sketch as a wedding-present; M. Flamaran and Sidonie; Jupille, who wept as he used to "thirty years ago;" and M. and Madame Plumet, who took it in turns to carry their white-robed infant.
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