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"It was not vanity, for once; it was trust in your friendship. After to-night we may consider it again, if I survive." "If you survive?" both cried. Polichinelle got up. "Now, what madness have you in mind?" he asked. "For one thing I think I am indulging Leandre; for another I am pursuing an old quarrel." The three knocks sounded as he spoke. "There, I must go. Keep that paper, Polichinelle.
So again his description is sufficient: and the enumerative particularity of it is even great part of the secret de Polichinelle to which we are coming. But it is far from elaborate in any other way and has hardly the least decoration or poetical quality.
But at table over supper a half-hour later he revived the topic. "Our latest recruit, this excellent M. Parvissimus," he announced, "has the impudence to tell me that possibly our comedy could have been worse, but that probably it could not." And he blew out his great round cheeks to invite a laugh at the expense of that foolish critic. "That's bad," said the swarthy and sardonic Polichinelle.
She would have a crown and a palm up in heaven, and after her name in the Calendar on earth, bless her. Unfortunately she was recovering her good looks in the mountain air; and, worse still, the spring of her 'blessed little Polichinelle' was broken, though happily no one guessed it, and hitherto it had been enough to show them the box.
Headed by Polichinelle banging his great drum and Pierrot blowing his trumpet, they set out, and were duly passed in review by the ragamuffins drawn up in files to enjoy so much of the spectacle as was to be obtained for nothing.
This gave Lanty an idea. A little round box lay near, which, as he remembered, contained a Jack-in-the-box, or Polichinelle, which the poor little Chevalier had bought at the fair at Tarascon. This he contrived to secrete and hand to Victorine.
"Why not? He is able enough!" "Overwhelmed again," interjected Polichinelle. "Play Scaramouche with that figure?" Binet heaved himself up to point a denunciatory finger at Polichinelle's sturdy, thick-set shortness. "For lack of a better," said Andre-Louis. "Overwhelmed more than ever." Polichinelle's bow was superb this time. "Faith, I think I'll take the air to cool me after so much blushing."
"Polichinelle, you are a fellow after my own heart. I love a man who can discern my merit. If Pantaloon had half your wit, we should have Burgundy to-night in spite of the flight of Cordemais." "Burgundy?" roared M. Binet, and before he could get farther Harlequin had clapped his hands together. "That is the spirit, M. Binet. You heard him, landlady. He called for Burgundy."
"You were very close with M. Parvissimus over this authorship," said Polichinelle, with impudent suggestiveness. "And what if I was? What do you imply?" "That you took him to cut quills for you, of course." "I'll cut your ears for you if you're not civil," stormed the infuriated Binet. Polichinelle got up slowly, and stretched himself. "Dieu de Dieu!" said he.
Meanwhile the other four were at dinner with the ladies. When a half-hour or so later they came to carry on the work, Andre-Louis and his companions went to dine in their turn, leaving Polichinelle to direct the operations as well as assist in them. They crossed the square to the cheap little inn where they had taken up their quarters.
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