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M. Plumet is pensive. He is burdened with a secret. I am convinced I did wrong in not waiting longer on the Place de L'Opera. At last I am in Milan, an ancient city, but full of ideas and energy, my destination, and the cradle of the excellent Porfirio Zampini, suspected forger.
"Do not be alarmed, Mademoiselle; we will summons this atrocious cabinet-maker, and get a judgment against him. We shall not let him go until he has disgorged, and you shall be Madame Plumet." We kept our word.
Through the half-opened door giving access to an inner room w e could see-in the midst of his molders, gilders, burnishers, and framers a little dark man with a beard, who looked up and hurriedly undid the strings of his working-apron. "Coming, Marie!" Little Madame Plumet was a trifle upset at having to receive us in undress, before she had tidied up her rooms.
Are there not barracks in that vicinity? Why, yes, that's it. Your cousin Theodule has spoken to me about it. The lancer, the officer. A gay girl, my good friend, a gay girl! Pardieu, yes, the Rue Plumet. It is what used to be called the Rue Blomet. It all comes back to me now. I have heard of that little girl of the iron railing in the Rue Plumet. In a garden, a Pamela. Your taste is not bad.
"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 such a union was impossible, that it could never take place, that Plumet, she knew, would agree with her: "Madame Plumet," I said, "we have strayed some distance from the business which brought you here. Let us return to your affairs; mine are hopeless, and you can not remedy them." She got up trembling, her eyes red and her feelings a little hurt. "My action? Oh, no!
That such a union was impossible, that it could never take place, that Plumet, she knew, would agree with her: "Madame Plumet," I said, "we have strayed some distance from the business which brought you here. Let us return to your affairs; mine are hopeless, and you can not remedy them." She got up trembling, her eyes red and her feelings a little hurt. "My action? Oh, no!
Why, because I am old enough; because I have had an offer; because all young girls marry, or else they go into convents, or become old maids. Well, Madame Plumet, I never have felt a religious vocation, and I never expected to become an old maid. Why do you ask such a question? "'Because, Mademoiselle, married life may be very happy, but it may be quite the reverse!
Plumet repeated in vain, as he pulled his beard, that it was impossible; she declared it was not. He made a move for his workshop; she pulled him back by the sleeve, made him laugh and give his consent. "Antoine," she insisted, "we owe our marriage to Monsieur Mouillard; you must at least pay what you owe." I was delighted. Still, a doubt seized me.
For, as you will doubtless have guessed, the meeting between Jeanne and her lover, so dreaded by the framemaker, had been arranged by Madame Plumet unknown to all, and the damning inscription was also in her handwriting. "I need not add that Mademoiselle Charnot, upset by the scene, had a momentary attack of faintness.
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