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He did not at once see me, but as the crowd made way for him he addressed himself sharply to M. Grabot. "Well, have you got them?" he said. "Certainly, M. le Comte." "Oh! very well. Now for the particulars, then. You must state your charge quickly, for I have to be in Vitre to-day." "He alleged that he had been appointed Mayor of Bottitort," Grabot answered pompously. "Umph! I don't know?"
The Mayor looked round him, sudden beads of sweat on his brow. "MON DIEU!" he cried. "You are all in it. Here, you, do you know this person?" La Trape, to whom he addressed himself, shrugged his shoulders. "I should," he said. "The Mayor is pretty well known about here." "The Mayor?" "Ay." "But I am the Mayor I," Grabot answered eagerly, tapping himself on the breast in the most absurd manner.
Laval assented heartily to this, and I did not think fit to tell him more, nor did he inquire; the Mayor's stupidity passing current for all. For M. Grabot himself, I think that I never saw a man more completely confounded.
"For I am his servant, and he is this moment at his meat." "The Mayor of Bottitort?" "Yes." "M. Grabot?" "Yes." "And you are his servant?" "I have thought so for some time," the Breton answered contemptuously. The Mayor fairly roared in his indignation. "You his servant! The Mayor of Bottitort's?" he cried in a voice of thunder.
"Ay, and you may depend upon it it is some joke of theirs," his friend answered, his eyes twinkling. "I begin to think that you would have done better if you had waited a little before bringing M. le Comte into the matter." "Ah, but there are these two," M. Grabot cried, as he recovered from the momentary panic into which the other's words had thrown him. "Depend upon it they are the chief movers.
I had taken the precaution to bring a meal with me, and while La Trape and his companion unpacked it, and I dried my riding boots, I asked the players who it was they had meant to frighten. They were not very willing to tell me, but at length confessed, to my astonishment, that it was M. Grabot. "Grabot Grabot!" I said, striving to recollect where I had heard the name. "The Mayor of Bottitort?"
The thing had little of dignity in it, and I wonder now that I complied; but I have always shared with the King, my master, a taste for drolleries of the kind suggested; while nothing that I had as yet heard of this Grabot was of a nature to induce me to spare him.
"Now I do not mind telling you," Pierre continued, with a mild dignity admirably assumed, "that I am Simon Grabot, and have the honour to be Mayor of Bottitort." "You!" "Yes, monsieur, I; though perhaps unworthy." I looked to see an explosion, but the Mayor was too far gone. "Why, you swindling impostor," he said, with something that was almost admiration in his tone.
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