"
"We will go with you."
"No, gentlemen, let me see my son alone. I can meet you at Maspero's in
two hours. Adieu, my dear friends."
He was resolved.
"_Au, revoir,_," said the dear friends.
Shortly after, cane in hand, General Villivicencio moved with an ireful
stride up the _banquette_ of Rue Royale. Just as he passed the red-brick
front one of the batten shutters opened the faintest bit, and a certain
pair of lovely eyes looked after him, without any of that round
simplicity which we have before discovered in them. As he half turned to
knock at his son's door he glanced at this very shutter, but it was as
tightly closed as though the house were an enchanted palace.
Dr. Mossy's door, on the contrary, swung ajar when he knocked, and the
General entered.
"Well, my son, have you seen that newspaper? No, I think not. I _see_
you have not, since your cheeks are not red with shame and anger."
Dr. Mossy looked up with astonishment from the desk where he sat
writing.
"What is that, papa?"
"My faith! Mossy, is it possible you have not heard of the attack upon
me, which has surprised and exasperated the city this morning?"
"No," said Dr.
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