Now that is what I wanted to whisper in your ear--Good-morning, gentlemen," he said to Mignonnet and Carpentier, who came up at the moment; "I am taking my uncle for a walk, as you see, and trying to improve him; for we are in an age when children are obliged to educate their grandparents." They all bowed to each other.
"You behold in my dear uncle the effects of an unhappy passion.

Those two want to strip him of his fortune and leave him in the lurch--you know to whom I refer?
He sees the plot; but he hasn't the courage to give up his SUGAR-PLUM for a few days so as to baffle it." Philippe briefly explained his uncle's position.
"Gentlemen," he remarked, in conclusion, "you see there are no two ways of saving him: either Colonel Bridau must kill Captain Gilet, or Captain Gilet must kill Colonel Bridau.

We celebrate the Emperor's coronation on the day after to-morrow; I rely upon you to arrange the seats at the banquet so that I shall sit opposite to Gilet.

You will do me the honor, I hope, of being my seconds." "We will appoint you to preside, and sit ourselves on either side of you.

Max, as vice-president, will of course sit opposite," said Mignonnet.
"Oh! the scoundrel will have Potel and Renard with him," said Carpentier.