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"If you choose to jest, there is nothing to be done but to beat a retreat," said Pillerault. "You speak like the wise man that you are," answered Gigonnet, with a flattering smile. "Well, suppose I endorse Monsieur Popinot's notes?" said Pillerault, playing his last card. "You are gold by the ingot, Monsieur Pillerault; but I don't want bars of gold, I want my money."

"You make me very happy," he said ... "but I'd like you to see for yourself.... And I'd be glad not to have to fret about your safety in my absence. As a bureau of espionage, Popinot's brigade of Apaches is without a peer in Europe. I am positively afraid to leave you alone...." She was silent. "Will you come with me, Miss Shannon?"

"So, our friend Poulain was once called in by you to attend old M. Pillerault, the Countess Popinot's great-uncle; that is one of your claims to my devotion.

She could not forgive the rich retail druggist, ex-president of the Commercial Court, for his successive elevations as deputy, member of the Government, count and peer of France. She could not forgive her father-in-law for putting himself forward instead of his eldest son as deputy of his arrondissement after Popinot's promotion to the peerage.

In the great world, when he went to the Prince de Wissembourg's, to the Prefecture, to Comte Popinot's, and the like, he held his hat in his hand in an airy manner taught him by Valerie, and he inserted the thumb of the other hand in the armhole of his waistcoat with a knowing air, and a simpering face and expression.

"Try to renew your notes," she said; "go and see Monsieur Claparon, your copartner, and all the others to whom you gave notes for the 15th, and ask them to renew. It will be time enough to go to the money-lenders with Popinot's paper if that fails." "To-morrow is the 13th," said Birotteau, completely crushed.

Tears came into the eyes of the stoic Pillerault; Cesarine, overcome and weeping, leaned her head upon Popinot's shoulder, as he stood pale and rigid as a statue. "Let us go below," said the old merchant, taking the arm of the young man. It was half-past eleven when they left Cesar to the care of his wife and daughter.