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The conversation becoming general, Andre-Louis soon learnt what yet
there was to learn of this strolling band. They were on their way
to Guichen, where they hoped to prosper at the fair that was to open
on Monday next. They would make their triumphal entry into the town
at noon, and setting up their stage in the old market, they would
give their first performance that same Saturday night, in a new
canevas - or scenario - of M. Binet's own, which should set the
rustics gaping. And then M. Binet fetched a sigh, and addressed
himself to the elderly, swarthy, beetle-browed Polichinelle, who sat
on his left.
"But we shall miss Felicien," said he. "Indeed, I do not know what
we shall do without him."
"Oh, we shall contrive," said Polichinelle, with his mouth full.
"So you always say, whatever happens, knowing that in any case the
contriving will not fall upon yourself."
"He should not be difficult to replace," said Harlequin.
"True, if we were in a civilized land. But where among the rustics
of Brittany are we to find a fellow of even his poor parts?" M.


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