Fromont and Risler — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 312 pages of information about Fromont and Risler — Complete.

Fromont and Risler — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 312 pages of information about Fromont and Risler — Complete.

Furthermore, there were at this, as at almost all wedding-parties, two distinct currents which came together but without mingling.  One of the two soon gave place to the other.  The Fromonts, who irritated Monsieur Chebe so much and who formed the aristocracy of the ball, the president of the Chamber of Commerce, the syndic of the solicitors, a famous chocolate-manufacturer and member of the Corps Legislatif, and the old millionaire Gardinois, all retired shortly after midnight.  Georges Fromont and his wife entered their carriage behind them.  Only the Risler and Chebe party remained, and the festivity at once changed its aspect, becoming more uproarious.

The illustrious Delobelle, disgusted to see that no one called upon him for anything, decided to call upon himself for something, and began in a voice as resonant as a gong the monologue from Ruy Blas:  “Good appetite, Messieurs!” while the guests thronged to the buffet, spread with chocolate and glasses of punch.  Inexpensive little costumes were displayed upon the benches, overjoyed to produce their due effect at last; and here and there divers young shop-clerks, consumed with conceit, amused themselves by venturing upon a quadrille.

The bride had long wished to take her leave.  At last she disappeared with Risler and Madame Chebe.  As for Monsieur Chebe, who had recovered all his importance, it was impossible to induce him to go.  Some one must be there to do the honors, deuce take it!  And I assure you that the little man assumed the responsibility!  He was flushed, lively, frolicsome, noisy, almost seditious.  On the floor below he could be heard talking politics with Vefour’s headwaiter, and making most audacious statements.

Through the deserted streets the wedding-carriage, the tired coachman holding the white reins somewhat loosely, rolled heavily toward the Marais.

Madame Chebe talked continuously, enumerating all the splendors of that memorable day, rhapsodizing especially over the dinner, the commonplace menu of which had been to her the highest display of magnificence.  Sidonie mused in the darkness of the carriage, and Risler, sitting opposite her, even though he no longer said, “I am very happy,” continued to think it with all his heart.  Once he tried to take possession of a little white hand that rested against the closed window, but it was hastily withdrawn, and he sat there without moving, lost in mute admiration.

They drove through the Halles and the Rue de Rambuteau, thronged with kitchen-gardeners’ wagons; and, near the end of the Rue des Francs-Bourgeois, they turned the corner of the Archives into the Rue de Braque.  There they stopped first, and Madame Chebe alighted at her door, which was too narrow for the magnificent green silk frock, so that it vanished in the hall with rustlings of revolt and with all its folds muttering.  A few minutes later, a tall, massive portal on the Rue des Vieilles-Haudriettes, bearing on the escutcheon that betrayed the former family mansion, beneath half-effaced armorial bearings, a sign in blue letters, Wall Papers, was thrown wide open to allow the wedding-carriage to pass through.

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