Don't you remember
how angry I was when you abused her?
"'Your father and I knew each other when we were children, my friend,'
the Countess said to me (in the sweetest French accent). He was looking
into the garden of the house where they live, in the Rue Saint Dominique.
'You must come and see me often, always. You remind me of him,' and she
added, with a very sweet kind smile, 'Do you like best to think that he
was better-looking than you, or that you excel him?' I said I should like
to be like him. But who is? There are cleverer fellows, I dare say; but
where is there such a good one? I wonder whether he was very fond of
Madame de Florac? The old Count does not show. He is quite old, and wears
a pigtail. We saw it bobbing over his garden chair. He lets the upper
part of his house; Major-General the Honourable Zeno F. Pokey, of
Cincinnati, U.S., lives in it. We saw Mrs. Pokey's carriage in the court,
and her footmen smoking cigars there; a tottering old man with feeble
legs, as old as old Count de Florac, seemed to be the only domestic who
waited on the family below.
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