The old fellow
has been in a dreadful passion."
"I got wind of it at dinner," spoke up a valet de chambre: "the count
restrained himself enough not to burst out before me; but he rolled his
eyes fiercely."
"What can be the matter?"
"Pshaw! that's more than they know themselves. Why, Denis, before
whom they always speak freely, says that they often wrangle for hours
together, like dogs, about things which he can never see through."
"Ah," cried out a young fellow, who was being trained to service, "if
I were in the viscount's place, I'd settle the old gent pretty
effectually!"
"Joseph, my friend," said the footman pointedly, "you are a fool. You
might give your father his walking ticket very properly, because you
never expect five sous from him; and you have already learned how to
earn your living without doing any work at all. But the viscount, pray
tell me what he is good for, what he knows how to do? Put him in the
centre of Paris, with only his fine hands for capital, and you will
see."
"Yes, but he has his mother's property in Normandy," replied Joseph.
"I can't for the life of me," said the valet de chambre, "see what
the count finds to complain of; for his son is a perfect model, and
I shouldn't be sorry to have one like him.
Pages:
247
248
249
250
251
252
253
254
255
256
257
258
259
260
261
262
263
264
265
266
267
268
269
270
271