Part 110 (2/2)
”I?”
”You.”
”Ha! I'm curious to know what. Clear it up, clear it up!” And he held out his gla.s.s.
”You drive the mail to Chambery to-morrow, don't you?”
”Yes; at six o'clock.”
”Well, suppose that Antoine is a good fellow?”
”No supposing about it; he is!”
”Well, this is what Antoine does--”
”Go on; what does he do?”
”In the first place, he empties his gla.s.s.”
”Done! that's not difficult.”
”Then he takes these ten louis.”
Montbar spread ten louis on the table.
”Ah, ha!” exclaimed Antoine, ”yellow boys, real ones. I thought those little devils had all emigrated.”
”You see there are some left.”
”And what is Antoine to do to put them in his pocket?”
”Antoine must lend me his best postilion's suit.”
”To you?”
”And let me take his place to-morrow night.”
”Ah, yes; so that you can see the beautiful Josephine to-morrow night.”
”Of course. I reach Belleville at eight, drive into the courtyard, and say the horses are tired and must rest from eight till ten, and from eight to ten--”
”You can fool Pere Lollier.”
”Well, there you are, Antoine!”
”There I am! When a fellow's young he goes with the young 'uns; when he's a bachelor he's in with the bachelors; when he's old and a papa, he can go with the papas, and cry, 'Long live the papas.'”
”Then, my good Antoine, you'll lend me your best jacket and breeches?”
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