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They passed into the parlor, where they very quickly came to an amicable conclusion, for at everything that Saniel said Balzajette replied: "I am happy to see that you partake of my opinion. That is it. Truly, that is so!" And, besides, each had his reasons for hurrying Saniel, for fear of the lamps; Balzajette, uneasiness for his dinner.
The concierge explained this to me while crossing the court and mounting the stairs, but would say no more." If Phillis had been able to observe Saniel, she would have seen him pale to such a degree that his lips were as white as his cheeks; but she was completely absorbed in what she was saying.
"Does he imagine, the young 'confrere', that I am going to believe his time so fully occupied that he must make a special arrangement to give me an hour?" But it was not an arrangement of this kind that Saniel sought. His almanac gave the rising and the setting of the sun, and it was the exact hour of sunset that he wished: "26 March, 6h. 20m."
There is no romance about a clerk who cuts the throat of his employer to rob him; there is no woman in the case, no mystery. Saniel preferred that Phillis should remain at home with her mother, but in spite of his wishes and prayers she insisted on going to court. She must be there so that Florentin would see her and take courage; he would defend himself better if she were there.
At exactly a quarter past six they reached the house in the Rue Sainte-Anne, where Saniel had not been since Caffies death. On passing the old concierge's lodge he felt satisfied with himself; his heart did not beat too quickly, his ideas were firm and clear. Should danger arrive, he felt assured of mastery over himself, without excitement, as without brutality.
In spite of the high esteem that he professed for his own merits and person, he vaguely felt that the doctors of his generation who were eminent did not treat him with all the consideration that he accorded himself, and in order to teach his ancient comrades a lesson, he was glad to enter into friendly relations with a young one 'dans le mouvement'. He would speak of his young confrere Saniel: "You know the one who was appointed 'agrege'," and he would relate the advice that he, Balzajette, had given him.
"I think not." It was evident that Glady wished to take a cab, but as none passed he was obliged to walk with Saniel. "Do you know," he said, "that you have wounded Brigard?" "I regret it sincerely; but the salon of our friend Crozat is not yet a church, and I do not suppose that discussion is forbidden there." "To deny is not to discuss." "You say that as if you were angry with me." "Not at all.
Saniel knew better than any one that the life of every organ is composed of alternate periods of repose and activity, and he did not suppose that he would be able to work indefinitely without sleep. He only hoped that after some days of twenty hours of work daily, overcome by fatigue, he would have, in spite of everything, four hours of solid sleep, that Shakespeare called "sore labor's bath."
All this had been used only by the poor Auvergnats, without Saniel enjoying it at all, for he had neither the bourgeois taste for ornaments nor the desire for elegance. A movement of anger and revolt against himself made him strike his desk with his fist. What a fool he had been! The bell rang again. This time, not expecting a rich patient, he would not open it.
"The youth of my young 'confrere' astonishes you. It is his fault. Why the devil did he have his long hair and his light curled beard cut?" If Madame Dammauville had not released the lampshade, she would have seen Saniel turned pale and his lips quiver. "Mais voila!" continued Balzajette. "He made this sacrifice to his new functions; the student has disappeared before the professor."
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