"Mr. Frowenfeld, let me make you acquainted with my cousin, Achille Grandissime."
Mr. Achille Grandissime gave Frowenfeld such a bow as we see now only in pictures.
"Ve'y 'appe to meck, yo' acquaintenz!"
Agricola entered, followed by the doctor, and demanded in indignant thunder-tones, as he entered:
"Who--ordered--that--carriage?"
"I did," said Honoré. "Will you please get into it at once."
"Ah! dear Honoré!" exclaimed the old man, "always too kind! I go in it purely to please you."
Good-night was exchanged; Honoré entered the vehicle and Agricola was helped in. Achille touched his hat, bowed and waved his hand to Joseph, and shook hands with the doctor, and saying, "Well, good-night. Doctor Keene," he shut himself out of the shop with another low bow. "Think I am going to shake hands with an apothecary?" thought M. Achille.
Doctor Keene had refused Honoré's invitation to go with them.
"Frowenfeld," he said, as he stood in the middle of the shop wiping a ring with a towel and looking at his delicate, freckled hand, "I propose, before going to bed with you, to eat some of your bread and cheese. Aren't you glad?"