Monsieur Beaucaire(博凯尔先生).docx

-dozenfiguresthathadbeenstandingnoiselesslyintheentrywaystolesoftlyintotheshadowsofthechamber,heleanedacrossthetableandsmilinglypluckedacardoutofthebigEnglishman'ssleeve."Merci,!"helaughed,,"Itmeansthedirtyworkofsilencingyouwithmybarehands!"andcameathim."Donotmove,",sosharplythattheotherpaused."Observebehindyou."TheEnglishmanturned,andsawwhattraphehadblunderedinto;thenstoodtransfixed,impotent,,indicatingthesilentfiguresbyapolitewaveofthehand,"plimenttomonsieurthatIprocuresixlargementosubduehim?Theyarequitedevote'tome,'ngFrenchmanwhoMeestaireNashdoesnotlikeinthepomp-room?omyapartment."TheDuke',andmadeaslightgesture,."It'smurder,isit,youcarrion!"."Whatwords!No,no,no!Nokilling!Asuchwordtoasuchhost!No,no,notmur-r-der;onlydisgrace!"Helaughedaclear,lightlaughwitharisinginflection,seemingtolaunchhimselfuponanadventurousquestforsympathy."Youlittledevilishscullion!""Tut,tut!'hisstudiesofdeportmentamongs'hisfellow-countrymen."DoyoudreamasoulinBathwilltakeyourwordthatI-thatI-""?""Youpitifulstroller,youstableboy,borninastable-""Isitnotanhonortobebornwheremonsieurmusthavebeenbred?""Youscurvyfoot-boy,yougreasybarber,youcutthroatgroom-""Overwhelm'!"Theyoungmanbowedwithimperturbableelation."'metoalltheoffice'ofhishousehol'.""Youmustachioedfool,therearenotfivepeopleofqualityinBathwillspeaktoyou-""No,mon