Then that old rascal Clergot, to whom I
had given an acceptance for three thousand francs, came and kicked up a
frightful row. How pleasant all this is!"
Noel bowed his head like a schoolboy rebuked for having neglected his
lessons. "It is but one day behind," he murmured.
"And that is nothing, is it?" retorted the young woman. "A man
who respects himself, my friend, may allow his own signature to be
dishonoured, but never that of his mistress! Do you wish to destroy
my credit altogether? You know very well that the only consideration I
receive is what my money pays for. So as soon as I am unable to pay, it
will be all up with me."
"My dear Juliette," began the advocate gently.
"Oh, yes! that's all very fine," interrupted she. "Your dear Juliette!
your adored Juliette! so long as you are here it is really charming;
but no sooner are you outside than you forget everything. Do you ever
remember then that there is such a person as Juliette?"
"How unjust you are!" replied Noel. "Do you not know that I am always
thinking of you; have I not proved it to you a thousand times? Look
here! I am going to prove it to you again this very instant.
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