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The vast garret which extended over the whole building was filled with such furniture. But Monsieur Bernard, she said, had furnished his own rooms. In making Madame Vauthier talk, Godefroid discovered she had intended to keep boarders in the building, but for the last five years had not obtained a single lodger of that description.
"Oh, pooh! you can tell me, or you needn't tell me; I shall know it all the same," retorted Vauthier. "There's Monsieur Bernard, for instance, for eighteen months he concealed everything from me, but on the nineteenth I discovered that he had been a magistrate, a judge somewhere or other, I forget where, and was writing a book on law matters. What did he gain by concealing it, I ask you.
"Who is that queer man in a bearskin?" asked Madame Vauthier, whom nothing escaped; "is it true, what the man in the cabriolet told me, that he is one of the greatest doctors in Paris?" "What is that to you?" "Oh! nothing at all," she replied, making a face.
"Go on, what is it?" said Godefroid. "They came here to seize my grandfather's manuscript; and as I think he gave you the book itself I want you to take the notes, for Madame Vauthier will not let me carry anything out of the house. Put them with the volumes and " "Yes, yes," said Godefroid, "go and get them at once."
Madame Vauthier, it is well known, would rather have nothing than a single penny that ought to go to others." Madame Vauthier soon came to terms with Godefroid who would not take the rooms unless he could have them by the single month and furnished. These miserable rooms of students and unlucky authors were rented furnished or unfurnished as the case might be.
"As for you, my dear Madame Vauthier," continued Godefroid, "don't be so rough with monsieur, who is in the first place an old man, and one to whom you owe the obligation of my lodging here." "Oh, pooh!" said the widow. "Besides, if poor people do not help each other, who will help them? Leave us, Madame Vauthier; I'll blow the fire myself.
He is a kind of a Jew, with a score of trades; he was even a partner with the Italian who built this barrack to lodge silk-worms." "So this house is a refuge for unfortunate authors?" said Godefroid. "Is monsieur unluckily one himself?" asked the widow Vauthier. "I am only just starting," replied Godefroid.
Towards seven in the evening he returned to the boulevard du Mont-Parnasse, by way of the rue de Vaugiraud and the rue de l'Ouest, and he saw then how deserted the quarter was, for he met no one. It is true that the cold was rigorous, and the snow fell in great flakes, the wheels of the carriages making no noise upon the pavements. "Ah, here you are, monsieur!" said Madame Vauthier.
The next morning, when the poor boy woke alone in that apartment so lately occupied by his mother and grandfather, the painful emotions of his cruel position filled his mind. The solitude of his home, where up to this time every moment had had its duty and its occupation, seemed so hard to bear that he went down to Madame Vauthier to ask if she had received any news of his grandfather.
Madame Vauthier, who during this time had been preparing her new lodger's breakfast, now came up to serve it, attended by Felicite. Godefroid, lost in reflection, stared into his fire.
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