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"Pooh." said I, "a duel in France, is not like one in England; the former is a matter of course; a trifle of common occurrence; one makes an engagement to fight, in the same breath as an engagement to dine; but the latter is a thing of state and solemnity long faces early rising and willmaking. But do get this business over as soon as you can, that we may dine at the Rocher afterwards."
The old doctor, Du Rocher, was leaning over them, looking at them with a fixed, anxious, and despairing eye. The mother was on her knees, her head clasped in her hands, and weeping bitterly. At the foot of the bed stood the father, with his savage mien his arms crossed, and his eyes dry. He shuddered at intervals, and murmured, in a hoarse, hollow voice: "Both of them! Both of them!"
Du Rocher had obtained the place of La Neuville, who had been killed in that charge which, conducted by the Duc de Chartres, had decided the victory. The winter had interrupted the campaign, but in the spring M. de Luxembourg had recalled all those officers who shared their life between war and pleasure.
Now, on the morning of the very day when Madame de Saint-Esteve had prophesied success to Victorin, Carabine had said to du Tillet at about seven o'clock: "If you want to be very nice, you will give me a dinner at the Rocher de Cancale and bring Combabus. We want to know, once for all, whether he has a mistress. I bet that he has, and I should like to win."
I shall be sorry for him, though." Bixiou. He's rich; his wife gives parties and doesn't ask me, me, who go everywhere! Henry. "You are so rich, you!" Bixiou. "Not bad, my Cincinnatus! But you'll give me that dinner at the Rocher de Cancale." Poiret. "It is absolutely impossible for me to understand Monsieur Bixiou."
The old Comtesse de Saville, living in retirement in her chateau of Rocher, in order to bring up her grandchildren, after the successive deaths of her son and her daughter-in-law, was very much attached to her cure, and used to say of him: "What a heart he has!"
The old doctor, Du Rocher, was leaning over them, looking at them with a fixed, anxious, and despairing eye. The mother was on her knees, her head clasped in her hands, and weeping bitterly. At the foot of the bed stood the father, with his savage mien his arms crossed, and his eyes dry. He shuddered at intervals, and murmured, in a hoarse, hollow voice: "Both of them! Both of them!"
A fresh trail had been observed near the Petit Rocher, on the Wisconsin, and the people at the villages on the Barribault were in a state of great alarm, fearing it might be the Sauks. There was the appearance of a hundred or more horses having passed by this trail. Hoo-wau-ne-kah had been dispatched at once to tell their Father, and to ask his advice.
"Well, Monday, so be it!" said Theodose; "are we friends?" "We shall be Monday," responded Cerizet. "Well, then, Monday you'll pay for my dinner," said Theodose, laughing. "Yes, at the Rocher de Cancale, if I have the lease. Dutocq shall be there we'll all be there ah! it is long since I've had a good laugh." Theodose and Cerizet shook hands, saying, reciprocally: "We'll meet soon."
"So," said he, "the child of my benefactors, of Clarice Gray and Albert du Rocher, is working for her bread!" "Father," replied Bathilde, half crying, half laughing; "I am not working, I am amusing myself." The word "father" was substituted on great occasions for "kind friend," and ordinarily had the effect of calming his greatest troubles, but this time it failed.
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