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What made you suggest that I should see M. Porriquet?" and he pointed to the old man, who was petrified with fright. "Did I put myself in your hands for you to tear me in pieces? You have just shortened my life by ten years! Another blunder of this kind, and you will lay me where I have laid my father. Would I not far rather have possessed the beautiful Foedora?
Your services have been well repaid; and my misfortune has at any rate contributed to the welfare of a good and worthy man." His tones betrayed so much feeling that the almost unintelligible words drew tears from the two old men, such tears as are shed over some pathetic song in a foreign tongue. "He is epileptic," muttered Porriquet.
Is he not one of the most remarkable men of our epoch? He was one of my pupils in two lower forms, and in rhetoric. I am his professor." "Ah, sir, then you are M. Porriquet?" "Exactly, sir, but " "Hush! hush!" Jonathan called to two underlings, whose voices broke the monastic silence that shrouded the house. "But is the Marquis ill, sir?" the professor continued.
"Well, my dear pere Porriquet," he said, not very certain what the question was to which he was replying, "but I can do nothing for you, nothing at all. I wish very heartily that you may succeed "
"Exegi monumemtum, pere Porriquet; I have contributed an important page to science, and have now bidden her farewell for ever. I scarcely know where my manuscript is." "The style is no doubt correct?" queried the schoolmaster. "You, I hope, would never have adopted the barbarous language of the new school, which fancies it has worked such wonders by discovering Ronsard!"
And, after all, M. Porriquet, he said to me at last: "'Jonathan, you will look after me as if I were a baby in long clothes, Yes, sir, 'long clothes! those were his very words. 'You will think of all my requirements for me. I am the master, so to speak, and he is the servant, you understand? The reason of it? Ah, my word, that is just what nobody on earth knows but himself and God Almighty.
"Newton? oh, ah! I don't know the name," said Jonathan. "Newton, a great geometrician," Porriquet went on, "once sat for twenty-four hours leaning his elbow on the table; when he emerged from his musings, he was a day out in his reckoning, just as if he had been sleeping. I will go to see him, dear lad; I may perhaps be of some use to him." "Not for a moment!" Jonathan cried.
He bore patiently, therefore, with the old schoolmaster's prolixity. Porriquet spent an hour in telling him about the persecutions directed against him ever since the Revolution of July.
He let out at me once with a 'Do you want to kill me? he was so very angry." Jonathan left the old schoolmaster in the vestibule, signing to him to come no further, and soon returned with a favorable answer. He led the old gentleman through one magnificent room after another, where every door stood open. At last Porriquet beheld his pupil at some distance seated beside the fire.
"Not though you were King of France I mean the real old one. You could not go in unless you forced the doors open and walked over my body. But I will go and tell him you are here, M. Porriquet, and I will put it to him like this, 'Ought he to come up? And he will say Yes or No. I never say, 'Do you wish? or 'Will you? or 'Do you want? Those words are scratched out of the dictionary.
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