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With the exception of the Municipal Council, consisting of the baker, the butcher, the grocer, and two raisers of cattle, none were to be admitted at the mayor's save Tanrade, myself and Alice de Bréville, whose presence the mayor had judged imperative, and who had been summoned from Paris.
"Where has monsieur been, mon Dieu!" "To mass, my child," I said gravely, filling her plump arms with the ducks. "Monsieur le Curé is coming to dinner!" Poor Tanrade! Just as I felt the future was all couleur de rose with him it has changed to gloom unutterable. Ah, les femmes! I should never dare fall in love with a woman as exquisite as Alice de Bréville.
"Oh!" cried Madame de Bréville, "Blondel shall sing for us 'L'Histoire de Madame X. You shall cry with laughter." "And 'Le Brigadier de Tours," added Tanrade. The sound of hoofs and the rattle of a dog-cart beyond the wall sent us hurrying to the courtyard. "Eh, voil
"It is done, ma chérie," declared Tanrade, in reply to an imperative inquiry from Alice. "Bavière shall have the whole of the second act to-morrow." "And the ballet in the third?" she asked sternly, lifting her brilliant eyes.
As a friend I adore her, but to fall in love with her! Ah, non, merci! I have had a checkered childhood and my full share of suffering; I wish some peace in my old age. At sixteen one goes to the war of love blindly, but at forty it is different. Our chagrins then plunge us into a state of dignified desolation. Poor Tanrade!
It is gay enough in midsummer with Germaine and such other good Bohemians as Alice de Bréville, Tanrade, and his reverence to cheer my house abandoned by the marsh. I heard the yellow car tearing back to Pont du Sable late that night. It slowed down as it neared my walled domain, and with a wrenching grunt stopped in front of my gate.
What would my friend Madame Alice de Bréville, and that whole-souled fellow Tanrade, think when I did not appear as I had promised, at madame's château, to dine at eight? Cold as I was, I could not help chuckling over the fact that it was no fault of mine. I was a prisoner. Alice and Tanrade would dine together. It would be then a dinner for two. I have never known a woman as discreet as Alice.
By the end of December bills to the amount of sixty thousand francs had been sent in. Felix, the cafe Foy, Tanrade, and all the little creditors who ought to be paid in ready money, had asked for payment three times. Failure to pay such trifles as these do more harm in business than a real misfortune, they foretell it: known losses are definite, but a panic defies all reckoning.
Then such a greeting and a general rush to unharness the tired mare, the marquis tugging at one trace and I at the other, while Tanrade backed the cart under the shed next to the cider-press, Alice de Bréville and the marquise holding the mare's head.
The next moment they dismounted, left their wheels on the path, and came slowly across the desert of wire-grass toward us. "Diable!" muttered Tanrade, under his breath, and instantly our minds reverted to Le Bour. The two officials of the law were before us.
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