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He took her hand and said: "They say your husband is appointed Minister. Is it true?" She knew they were talking of it, but she did not think he had been appointed yet. Her husband was there, why not ask him? Sensitive to literal truths only, Schmoll said: "Your husband is not yet a Minister? When he is appointed, I will ask you for an interview. It is an affair of the highest importance."
Countess Martin would have wished Dechartre to give his opinion. But he excused himself with a sort of fright. "Do you know," said Schmoll again, "the parable of the three rings, sublime inspiration of a Portuguese Jew." Garain, while complimenting Paul Vence on his brilliant paradox, regretted that wit should be exercised at the expense of morality and justice.
He took her hand and said: "They say your husband is appointed Minister. Is it true?" She knew they were talking of it, but she did not think he had been appointed yet. Her husband was there, why not ask him? Sensitive to literal truths only, Schmoll said: "Your husband is not yet a Minister? When he is appointed, I will ask you for an interview. It is an affair of the highest importance."
Countess Martin found her in her modest drawing-room, opposite M. Lagrange, half asleep in a deep armchair. This worldly old savant had remained ever faithful to her. He it was who, the day after M. Marmet's funeral, had conveyed to the unfortunate widow the poisoned speech delivered by Schmoll. She had fainted in his arms. Madame Marmet thought that he lacked judgment, but he was her best friend.
Marmet refused to take it, and said 'I do not know you. 'Do you take me for a Latin inscription? Schmoll replied. Marmet died and was buried because of that satire. Now you know the reason why his widow sees his enemy with horror." "And I have made them dine together, side by side." "Madame, it was not immoral, but it was cruel."
You are not, Monsieur Schmoll, like a beautiful Jewish lady of my acquaintance who, having read in a journal that she received the elite of Jewish society, went everywhere shouting that she had been insulted." "I am sure, Madame, that you do not know how beautiful and superior to all other moralities is Jewish morality. Do you know the parable of the three rings?"
Therese did not hear. Her soul had followed Dechartre through the door of her box. In the anteroom was a noise of overthrown chairs. It was Schmoll coming back. He had learned that M. Martin-Belleme had recently been appointed Minister. At once he claimed the cross of Commander of the Legion of Honor and a larger apartment at the Institute.
"Yo-hanny, you're lookin' jaded under Colonel Safetypin." said Casey. "Have something?" "Safetypin is my treat," said Schmoll; "und very apt." But Augustus found leisure to pervade the post with his modernity.
"Oh, Madame, if I explain anything to you, it will mix up everything. Be content with knowing that in that memoir poor Marmet quoted Latin texts and quoted them wrong. Schmoll is a Latinist of great learning, and, after Mommsen, the chief epigraphist of the world. "He reproached his young colleague Marmet was not fifty years old with reading Etruscan too well and Latin not well enough.
Countess Martin found her in her modest drawing-room, opposite M. Lagrange, half asleep in a deep armchair. This worldly old savant had remained ever faithful to her. He it was who, the day after M. Marmet's funeral, had conveyed to the unfortunate widow the poisoned speech delivered by Schmoll. She had fainted in his arms. Madame Marmet thought that he lacked judgment, but he was her best friend.
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