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A gay fellow like him hasn't the time to do it. And when I told M. Vautrin about it afterwards, he said, 'Quite right, my boy. That is the way to answer them. There is nothing more unpleasant than to have your little weaknesses known; it might spoil many a match." "Well, and for my part," said Sylvie, "a man tried to humbug me at the market wanting to know if I had seen him put on his shirt.
The two sets of rooms on the second floor were respectively occupied by an old man named Poiret and a man of forty or thereabouts, the wearer of a black wig and dyed whiskers, who gave out that he was a retired merchant, and was addressed as M. Vautrin. Two of the four rooms on the third floor were also let one to an elderly spinster, a Mlle.
"There's Poiret," suggested Bianchon. "Oh! Poiret shall pose as Poiret. He can be a garden god!" cried Vautrin; "his name means a pear " "A sleepy pear!" Bianchon put in. "You will come in between the pear and the cheese." "What stuff are you all talking!" said Mme. Vauquer; "you would do better to treat us to your Bordeaux; I see a glimpse of a bottle there.
And among other interesting information he told me that, and cut off my head with his glasses and threw my remains out into the street;" at which Margaret smiled through her indignation. "Mr. Pixley," said Miss Penny emphatically, "is a a Johnnie Vautrin on a larger scale. Had he any other interesting items of information for you, Mr. Graeme?" "Well yes, he had.
There was tremendous excitement in Paris about the approaching first representation of "Vautrin"; and foreign politics, banquets, and even the burning question of reform, paled in interest before the great event. All the seats were sold beforehand; and as there was a rush for the tickets, Balzac and Harel chose their audience, and thought that they had managed to secure one friendly to Balzac.
He felt as if this strange being was reading his inmost soul, and dissecting his feelings, while Vautrin himself was so close and secretive that he seemed to have something of the profound and unmoved serenity of a sphinx, seeing and hearing all things and saying nothing. Eugene, conscious of that money in his pocket, grew rebellious.
Martin under the title of 'Vautrin." Balzac's hated foes, the journalists, of course rejoiced in his downfall, and accentuated the situation by declaring the piece to be not only disloyal, but revoltingly immoral.
"Yet, how if Vautrin should die without saying a word?" Rastignac asked himself. He hurried along the alleys of the Luxembourg Gardens as if the hounds of justice were after him, and he already heard the baying of the pack. "Well?" shouted Bianchon, "you have seen the Pilote?" The Pilote was a Radical sheet, edited by M. Tissot.
You might be of some use in sparing my modesty," she said to Poiret, "instead of standing there like a stock." Vautrin was turned over; Mlle. Michonneau gave his shoulder a sharp slap, and the two portentous letters appeared, white against the red. "There, you have earned your three thousand francs very easily," exclaimed Poiret, supporting Vautrin while Mlle.
Vauquer followed the two ladies, meaning to pass the evening in their room, an arrangement that economized fire and candlelight. Eugene and Vautrin were left alone. "I felt sure you would come round to it," said the elder man with the coolness that nothing seemed to shake. "But stay a moment! I have as much delicacy as anybody else.
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