d your passions," cried she, as Schmucke's
eyes glittered with wrath. "Help! help! police!"
"You are a stoopid!" said the German. "Look here, vat tid de toctor
say?"
"You are a ruffian to treat me so," wept La Cibot, now released,--"me
that would go through fire and water for you both! Ah! well, well, they
say that that is the way with men--and true it is! There is my poor
Cibot, _he_ would not be rough with me like this.... And I treated you
like my children, for I have none of my own; and yesterday, yes, only
yesterday I said to Cibot, 'God knew well what He was doing, dear,'
I said, 'when He refused us children, for I have two children there
upstairs.' By the holy crucifix and the soul of my mother, that was what
I said to him--"
"Eh! but vat did der doctor say?" Schmucke demanded furiously, stamping
on the floor for the first time in his life.
"Well," said Mme. Cibot, drawing Schmucke into the dining-room, "he just
said this--that our dear, darling love lying ill there would die if he
wasn't carefully nursed; but I am here, in spite of all your brutality,
for brutal you were, you that I thought so gentle. And you are one
of that sort! Ah! now, you would not abuse a woman at your age, great
blackguard--"
"Placard? I? Vill you not oonderstand that I lof nopody but Bons?"
"Well and good, you will let me alone, won't you?" said she, smiling at
Schmucke. "You had better; for if Cibot knew that anybody had attempted
his honor, he would break every bone in his skin."
"Take crate care of him, dear Montame Zipod," answered Schmucke, and he
tried to take the portress' hand.
"Oh! look here now, _again_."
"Chust listen to me. You shall haf all dot I haf, gif ve safe him."
"Very well; I will go round to the chemist's to get the things that are
wanted; this illness is going to cost a lot, you see, sir, and what will
you do?"
"I shall vork; Bons shall be nursed like ein brince."
"So he shall, M. Schmucke; and look here, don't you trouble about
nothing. Cibot and I, between us, have saved a couple of thousand
francs; they are yours; I have been spending money on you this long
time, I have."
"Goot voman!" cried Schmucke, brushing the tears from his eyes. "Vat ein
heart!"
"Wipe your tears; they do me honor; this is my reward," said La Cibot,
melodramatically. "There isn't no more disinterested creature on earth
than me; but don't you go into the room with tears in your eyes, or M.
Pons will be thinkin
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