Rise and Fall of Cesar Birotteau by Honoré de Balzac
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a relation of Monsieur le Duc and Madame la Duchesse de Lenoncourt,
who are now customers of ours. I pray every Sunday for her and for all her family; I send yearly to her niece in Touraine, Madame de Mortsauf, all her perfumery. I get a good deal of custom through them; there's Monsieur de Vandenesse who spends twelve hundred francs a year with us. If I were not grateful out of good feeling, I ought to be so out of policy; but as for you Anselme, I wish you well for you own sake, and without any other thought." "Ah, monsieur! if you will allow me to say so, you have got a head of gold." "No, no, my boy, that's not it. I don't say that my head-piece isn't as good as another's; but the thing is, I've been honest, --_tenaciously_! I've kept to good conduct; I never loved any woman except my wife. Love is a famous _vehicle_,--happy word used by Monsieur Villele in the tribune yesterday." "Love!" exclaimed Popinot. "Oh, monsieur! can it be--" "Bless me! there's Pere Roguin, on foot at this hour, at the top of the Place Louis XV. I wonder what he is doing there!" thought Cesar, forgetting all about Anselme and the oil of nuts. The suspicions of his wife came back to his mind; and instead of turning in to the Tuileries Gardens, Birotteau walked on to meet the notary. Anselme followed his master at a distance, without being able to define the reason why he suddenly felt an interest in a matter so apparently unimportant, and full of joy at the encouragement he derived from Cesar's mention of the hob-nailed shoes, the one louis, |
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