"
"A blue-stocking! educated till she is a terror! a girl who has read
everything, who knows everything,--in theory," cried Canalis, hastily,
noticing La Briere's gesture, "a spoiled child, brought up in luxury
in her childhood, and weaned of it for five years. Ah! my poor friend,
take care what you are about."
"Ode and Code," said Butscha, waking up, "you do the ode and I the
code; there's only a C's difference between us. Well, now, code comes
from 'coda,' a tail,--mark that word! See here! a bit of good advice
is worth your wine and your cream of tea. Father Mignon--he's cream,
too; the cream of honest men--he is going with his daughter on this
riding party; do you go up frankly and talk 'dot' to him. He'll answer
plainly, and you'll get at the truth, just as surely as I'm drunk, and
you're a great poet,--but no matter for that; we are to leave Havre
together, that's settled, isn't it? I'm to be your secretary in place
of that little fellow who sits there grinning at me and thinking I'm
drunk. Come, let's go, and leave him to marry the girl."
Canalis rose to leave the room to dress for the excursion.
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