While this was passing in the Rue St. Gilles, the elder M. Taverney was walking in his garden, followed by two footmen, who carried a chair, with which they approached him every five minutes, that he might rest. While doing so, a servant came to announce the chevalier.
"My son," said the old man, "come, Philippe, you arrive àpropos-my heart is full of happy thoughts; but how solemn you look!"
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