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THE MOREAU INTERIOR.
Oscar, somewhat abashed, was skulking behind a clump of trees in the centre of the court-yard, and watching to see what became of his two road-companions, when Monsieur Moreau suddenly came out upon the portico from what was called the guard-room.

He was dressed in a long blue overcoat which came to his heels, breeches of yellowish leather and top-boots, and in his hand he carried a riding-whip.
"Ah! my boy, so here you are?
How is the dear mamma ?" he said, taking Oscar by the hand.

"Good-day, messieurs," he added to Mistigris and his master, who then came forward.

"You are, no doubt, the two painters whom Monsieur Grindot, the architect, told me to expect." He whistled twice at the end of his whip; the concierge came.
"Take these gentlemen to rooms 14 and 15.