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As she spoke, the steps of a calèche at the door were suddenly lowered, and a tall and powerfully built man stepped lightly out. In an instant we heard his footstep in the hall, and in another moment the door of the salon opened, and M. Rubichon announced "Le Général Count Burke."
The M. Rubichon of the morning no more prepared me for that gentleman at evening than did the ruinous exterior of the dwelling for the neat and comely chamber into which I was now installed.
It was M. Rubichon, come to conduct me to the salle, and anxious to know if I were satisfied with my chamber.
"Here we are at last," cried the driver, throwing down his whip on the horse's back, as he sprang to the ground, and read aloud from a board fastened to a tree, "'Pension Bourgeoise. M. Rubichon, propriétaire. Shall I wait for monsieur?" "No. Take out that portmanteau and cloak; I'm not going back now."
To overcome the impression, M. Rubichon determined to wait each day at the bureau of the préfet, and solicit at hazard among the persons there to patronize his house. We all here consented to the plan, feeling its necessity. Our good fortune sent us you.
The deep clanging echoed again and again to my summons, and ere it ceased the door was opened, and M. Rubichon himself stood before me: no longer, however, the M. Rubichon of the morning, in garments of worn and tattered poverty, but attired in a suit which, if threadbare, was at least clean and respectable-looking, a white vest, and ruffles also, added to the air of neatness of his costume; and whether from his own deserts, or my surprise at the transformation, he seemed to me to possess the look and bearing of a true gentleman.
I could not help remarking, that as Monsieur Rubichon presented me to his other guests, my name seemed to meet a kind of recognition from each in turn. My host perceived this, and explained it at once by saying, "We have a namesake of yours amongst us; not exactly at this moment, for he is in Normandy, but he will be back in a week or so. Madame de Langeac, let me present Mr. Burke."
As for me, I have no merit in my right appreciation of you: Monsieur Rubichon told me how you met, a mere accident, at the bureau of the préfet." "It was so; nor have I been able to divine why he addressed himself to me, nor what circumstance could have led him to believe my sentiments in accordance with those of his guests." "Simple enough the reason.
"Monsieur could not be more welcome than at present. Shall we expect you to-day at dinner?" "Be it so. Your hour?" "Four o'clock, to the moment. Do not forget the number, 46 Monsieur Rubichon; the house with a large garden in front." "Till then," said I, bowing to my host, whose ceremonious politeness made me feel my own salute an act of rudeness in comparison.
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