Short stories of the tragedy and comedy of life with a critical preface . ), in Molieresplay of that name. THE UPSTART 247 Therese, pale with terror and terribly frightened,at her wits end at being thus surprised in all thedisorder of her lovers apartments, hid herself behindthe bed curtains, while he, who was an officer ofdragoons, very much vexed at being mixed up insuch a pinchbeck scandal, and at being caught in asilk shirt by men who were so correctly dressed infrock coats, frowned angrily, and had to restrain him-self from throwing his victim out of the window. The police commissioner, w
Short stories of the tragedy and comedy of life with a critical preface . ), in Molieresplay of that name. THE UPSTART 247 Therese, pale with terror and terribly frightened,at her wits end at being thus surprised in all thedisorder of her lovers apartments, hid herself behindthe bed curtains, while he, who was an officer ofdragoons, very much vexed at being mixed up insuch a pinchbeck scandal, and at being caught in asilk shirt by men who were so correctly dressed infrock coats, frowned angrily, and had to restrain him-self from throwing his victim out of the window. The police commissioner, who was calmly lookingat this little scene with the coolness of experience,prepared to verify the fact that they were caught in fla-grante delictu, and in an ironical voice said to thehusband, who had claimed his services: *M must ask for your name in full, Monsieur? Charles Joseph Edward Dupontel, was the an-swer. And as the commissary was writing it downfrom his dictation, he added suddenly: Du Pontel intwo words, if you please, Monsieur le Commis-sionnairel HAPPINESS. T HE sky was blue, with light clouds that looked like swans slowly sailing on the waters of a lake, and the atmosphere was so warm, so saturated with the subtle odors of the mimosas, that Madame de Vielle- mont ordered coffee to be served on the terrace which overlooked the sea. As the steam rose from the delicatechina cups, one felt an almost inexpressiblepleasure in watching the sails as they grad-ually disappeared in the mysterious almost motionless sea had the sheen ofjewels and attracted the eyes like the looks of adreamy woman. Monsieur de Pardeillac, who had just arrived fronvParis, fresh from the remembrance of the last electionthere from that carnival of variegated posters whichfor weeks had imparted the strange aspect of anOriental bazaar to the whole city, had just beenrelating the victory of The General, and went onto say that those who had thought that the game waslost were beginning to
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