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." He hesitated, and then resumed, with some uneasiness: "To-day you are at least quite sure of the success of the Coup d'Etat, aren't you ?" "I!" cried Felicite, wounded by her son's doubts; "no, I'm not sure of anything." "And yet you sent word to say that I was to take off my sling!" "Yes; because all the gentlemen are laughing at you." Aristide remained stock still, apparently contemplating one of the flowers of the orange-coloured wall-paper.

And his mother felt sudden impatience as she saw him hesitating thus.
"Ah! well," she said, "I've come back again to my former opinion; you're not very shrewd.

And you think you ought to have had Eugene's letters to read?
Why, my poor fellow you would have spoilt everything, with your perpetual vacillation.

You never can make up your mind.