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Updated: June 3, 2025
He came here about a quarter of an hour ago, proud, and, I may say, swaggering, as he does over his learned friends when he has found a flaw in one of their pleadings. "Well, nephew?" "Well, uncle?" "I've got some news for you." "Indeed?" M. Mouillard banged his hat down furiously upon my table. "Yes, you know my maxim: when anything does not seem quite clear to me " "You ferret it out."
But no, he told the story from pure love of his art, without omitting an interlocutory judgment, or a judgment reserved, just as he would have told the story of Helen and Paris, if he had been employed in that well-known case. Not a word about myself. I waited, yet nothing came but the successive steps in the action. After the ice, M. Mouillard called for a cigar.
Jeanne and I certainly shook hands with a good many persons, but not with nearly as many as M. Mouillard. Clean-shaven, his cravat tied with exquisite care, he spun round in the crowd like a top, always dragging with him some one who was to introduce him to some one else. "One should make acquaintances immediately on arrival," he kept saying.
I am going to see Italy merely a corner of it; but what a pleasure even that is, and what unlooked-for luck! A few days ago, Counsellor Boule called me into his office. "Monsieur Mouillard, you speak Italian fluently, don't you?" "Yes, sir." "Would you like a trip at a client's expense?" "With pleasure, wherever you like." "To Italy?" "With very great pleasure."
On my way back, just as I was crossing the Place de l'Opera in the aforesaid cab, a voice hailed me: "Monsieur Mouillard!" I looked first to the right and then to the left, till, on a refuge, I caught sight of M. Plumet struggling to attract my attention. I stopped the cab, and a smile of satisfaction spread over M. Plumet's countenance. He stepped off the refuge. I opened the cab-door.
Go and see him." Not knowing whom I was about to address, I gave a warning cough as I came near him. The unknown drew a loud breath, like a man who wakes with a start. "That you, Jupille?" he said, turning a little way; "are you out of bait?" "No, my dear tutor, it is I." "Monsieur Mouillard, at last!" "Monsieur Flamaran! Jupille told the truth when he said I should be surprised.
Little Madame Plumet soon called again, tricked out from head to foot in the latest fashion. She was a little flurried on entering a room full of jocular clerks. Escorted by Massinot, both of them with their eyes fixed on the ground, she reached my office. I closed the door after her. She recognized me. "Monsieur Mouillard! What a pleasant surprise!"
"You wouldn't take the practice if I could still offer it to you?" "No, uncle." "Upon your word?" "Upon my word!" M. Mouillard drew himself up, beaming: "Ah! Thank you for that speech, Fabien; you have relieved me of a great weight." With one corner of his napkin he wiped away two tears, which, having arisen in time of war, continued to flow in time of peace.
Jeanne and I certainly shook hands with a good many persons, but not with nearly as many as M. Mouillard. Clean-shaven, his cravat tied with exquisite care, he spun round in the crowd like a top, always dragging with him some one who was to introduce him to some one else. "One should make acquaintances immediately on arrival," he kept saying.
For I can not deny it. I am looking out for an opportunity to repair my clumsy mistake and show myself in a less unfavorable light than I did at that ill-starred visit. And she is the reason why I haunt his path! Ever since M. Mouillard threatened me with Mademoiselle Berthe Lorinet, the graceful outlines of Mademoiselle Jeanne have haunted me with a persistence to which I have no objection.
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