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Their mother was at work on a theatrical costume. "Be quiet! or I shall slap you!" shouted Topinard in a formidable voice; then in an aside for Schmucke's benefit "Always have to say that! Here, little one," he continued, addressing his Lolotte, "this is M. Schmucke, poor M. Pons' friend. He does not know where to go, and he would like to live with us.
His eyes wandered round the room, dwelling on the beautiful things in it with a melancholy look painful to see. "So I must say good-bye to my dear pictures, to all the things that have come to be like so many friends to me . . . and to my divine friend Schmucke? . . . Oh! can it be true?"
One thing, however, they learned thoroughly they discovered the value of money, and vowed to clip the wings of riches if ever a second fortune should come to their door. This was the history which Wilhelm Schwab related in German, at much greater length, to his friend the pianist, ending with; "Well, Papa Schmucke, the rest is soon explained. Old Brunner is dead. He left four millions!
"After all, you want hats; that brings it to fifteen hundred. Five hundred more for rent; that makes two thousand. If I can get two thousand francs per annum for you, are you willing?... Good securities." "Und mein tobacco." "Two thousand four hundred, then.... Oh! Papa Schmucke, do you call that tobacco? Very well, the tobacco shall be given in.
But being a foreigner, sir, do you know that you are like to find yourself in a great predicament for everybody says that M. Pons left everything to you?" Schmucke was not listening. He was sounding the dark depths of sorrow that border upon madness. There is such a thing as tetanus of the soul.
In the first he combined ebony and copper; in the second contrary to his convictions he sacrificed to tortoise-shell inlaid work. In spite of Pons' learned dissertations, Schmucke never could see the slightest difference between the magnificent clock in Boule's first manner and its six predecessors; but, for Pons' sake, Schmucke was even more careful among the "chimcracks" than Pons himself.
Alphonse de Launay, the author of the play, keeps to his text fairly well; but he adds a love episode which thrusts the friendship of the two musicians into the second place. Moreover, after the death of Pons, Schmucke lives to inherit his fortune and the Camusots are checkmated.
"Yes " the victim murmured at length. "Shall I fetch M. Tabareau? for you will have a good deal on your hands before long. M. Tabareau is the most honest man in the quarter, you see." "Yes. Mennesir Dapareau! Somepody vas speaking of him chust now " said Schmucke, completely beaten. "Very well. You can be quiet, sir, and give yourself up to grief, when you have seen your deputy."
In 1836, when the friends took up their abode on the second floor, they brought about a sort of revolution in the Cibot household. It befell on this wise. Schmucke, like his friend Pons, usually arranged that the porter or the porter's wife should undertake the cares of housekeeping; and being both of one mind on this point when they came to live in the Rue de Normandie, Mme.
"Is this gentleman the son, brother, or father of the deceased?" inquired the official. "I am all dat and more pesides I am his friend," said Schmucke through a torrent of weeping. "Are you his heir?" "Heir?..." repeated Schmucke. "Noding matters to me more in dis vorld," returning to his attitude of hopeless sorrow. "Where are the relatives, the friends?" asked the master of the ceremonies.
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