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Updated: June 14, 2025
Let her guess but one tittle, let her have but one slight suspicion that I am not a 'grand propriétaire, much less imagine that I am a chief of Chauffeurs, and she follows Victorine on the long journey beyond Paris that very day." "She'll outwit you yet; or I never judged women well. Those still silent ones are the devil.
"Mais, M'sieur explain yourself" ... stammered the propriétaire. "You know who I am, Monsieur Choucru?" "No, M'sieur not in the least." "I am Müller Franz Müller landscape painter, portrait painter, historical painter, caricaturist, artist en chef to the Petit Courier Illustré" "Hein! M'sieur est peintre!" "Yes, Monsieur Choucru and I offer you my protection."
You are the first to visit us this summer. It is early yet. But soon they will come to see our wonderful cathedral, and stay a day or two with us." Paul's spirits drooped again at this information, but for an hour after finishing his demi-tasse he lingered at the table, hoping for some clue, while Monsieur le Propriétaire chattered on.
To sell a whole bottle of brandy at five times its value, is to Monsieur le Propriétaire more agreeable than to offer him rent for the hire of his room. He is outside all the things in which we are concerned. He believes pardon me, monsieur that we are engaged in a little smuggling transaction. Monsieur Roche and I have used this place frequently."
It was the fashion in those days to wear coats with large pockets on the hips, called a la proprietaire, so whenever my hands were not otherwise engaged they slipped naturally into my pockets, and set to work with cards, coins, or one of the objects I have mentioned. It will be easily understood how much time I gained by this.
The keys of every room in the house are next brought into requisition and tried in succession, but not a key among them all is a duplicate of mine. What is to be done. Le portier looks as dejected as though Paris was about to be bombarded, as he goes down and breaks the dreadful news to le proprietaire.
For at this moment Madame Valière appeared on the pavement outside bearing a long French roll and a bag of figs, which made an excellent lunch at low water. Madame la Propriétaire, dominatingly bestriding her doorstep, was sandwiched between the two old ladies, her wig aggressively grey between the two browns. Madame Valière halted awkwardly, a bronze blush mounting to match her wig.
Madame Rupprecht had been out all morning, as she told me, to glean information about Monsieur de la Tourelle. He was a propriétaire, had a small château on the Vosges mountains; he owned land there, but had a large income from some sources quite independent of this property. Altogether, he was a good match, as she emphatically observed.
But Müller laughed and shook his head. "What!" said he, "arrest a man for resisting the devil? Nonsense, mes amis, you ought to canonize me. What says Monsieur le propriétaire?" Monsieur the proprietor smiled. "I am willing to let the matter drop," he replied, "on the understanding that Monsieur Müller was not really the first offender." "Foi d'honneur!
Had you written one word I would have saved all. The poor concierge was in despair; she said the propriétaire would wait if you had only said when you were coming back, or if you only had let us know what you wished to be done. Three quarters rent was due, and no news could be obtained of you, so an auction had to be called. She seemed to resent the intrusion.
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