So very learned, too, but with apparently no idea of
how to _show himself_ to his social profit,--two features much more
smiled at than respected, not to say admired, by a people remote from
the seats of learning, and spending most of their esteem upon animal
heroisms and exterior display.
"Alas!" said his wealthy acquaintances, "what a pity; when he might as
well be rich."
"Yes, his father has plenty."
"Certainly, and gives it freely. But intends his son shall see none of
it."
"His son? You dare not so much as mention him."
"Well, well, how strange! But they can never agree--not even upon their
name. Is not that droll?--a man named General Villivicencio, and his
son, Dr. Mossy!"
"Oh, that is nothing; it is only that the Doctor drops the _de
Villivicencio_."
"Drops the _de Villivicencio?_ but I think the _de Villivicencio_ drops
him, ho, ho, ho,--_diable!_"
Next to the residence of good Dr. Mossy towered the narrow,
red-brick-front mansion of young Madame Delicieuse, firm friend at once
and always of those two antipodes, General Villivicencio and Dr.
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