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"M. Rudolph!" cried Rigolette, strangely surprised. "Certainly," said La Goauleuse. "M. Rudolph, a traveling clerk?" "I do not know what he is. But why this astonishment?" "Because I know a M. Rudolph also." "Perhaps it is not the same." "Let us see; what does he look like?" "Young?" "Exactly!" "A face full of nobleness and goodness?"
"Have no other cause than wicked remembrances; but, fortunately, we now know our enemy, and we will triumph over it." "But from whom, then, is this letter, my friend?" asked Clemence. "From Rigolette, the wife of Germain." "Rigolette!" exclaimed Fleur-de-Marie; "what happiness to hear from her!"
When the carriage stopped, and the portress came to open the door, Rudolph saw by the street light a friend of his, who was waiting for him at the passage door. That presence announced some great event, or, at least, something unexpected, for he alone knew where to find the prince. "What is the matter, Murphy?" said Rudolph, quickly, while Rigolette collected the papers in the vehicle.
Rigolette, since the bailiff had seated himself alongside of her, had not been able to hear the conversation of Pique-Vinaigre and Jeanne; but she had not taken off her eyes from them, thinking how to find out the address of this poor woman, so as to be able, according to her first idea, to recommend her to Rudolph.
"Not at all: I am sure that your good friends, the birds, love you too much not to perceive your sorrow." "Really, the poor little things are so intelligent!" said Rigolette, naively, much satisfied at being assured of the sagacity of the companions of her solitude. "Without doubt, nothing is more intelligent than gratitude. Come, once more, adieu.
"Goodness me! what a delightful surprise, it is so long since we have seen one another," answered La Goualeuse. "Oh! now I am no longer astonished at not having met you for six months," remarked Rigolette, observing the rustic clothes of La Goualeuse; "you live in the country?" "Yes, since some time," said Fleur-de-Marie, casting down her eyes. "And you come, like me, to see some one in prison?"
But what is quite sure is, that this bad man is very angry with these two unfortunates, who have never injured him. But patience patience; every dog has his day." Rigolette pronounced these last words with an expression which made Mrs. Seraphin uneasy.
All the same; I must put a piece of paper in my snuff-box to remember this name Cici Casi Cecily, good, I have it." "Now I go to see Mlle. Rigolette," said Rudolph; and, singularly preoccupied with the visit of Madame d'Orbigny to Polidori, he ascended to the fourth story.
I complained to him; he made them give up the money I had given them, and told me that, if I wished, I could, for a small amount, be put alone in a cell. I accepted with gratitude, and left these bandits in the midst of their threats for the future. The keeper placed me in a cell, where I passed the rest of the night. It is hence that I write to you this morning, Mlle. Rigolette.
Rigolette, deceived in the sense of the exclamation of her friend, resumed: "Don't be as sad as me, don't cry." "You have sorrows?" "I? Oh, you know me, a regular Roger Bontemps. I am not changed, but, unfortunately, everybody is not like me; and as others have their troubles, that causes me to have some." "Always kind!"
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