“Would you wish to be present, sir, when the seals are affixed in the next room?”
“Go on, go on,” said Schmucke; “I shall pe allowed to die in beace, I bresume?”
“Oh, under any circumstances a man has a right to die,” the clerk answered, laughing; “most of our business relates to wills. But, in my experience, the universal legatee very seldom follows the testator to the tomb.”
“I am going,” said Schmucke. Blow after blow had given him an intolerable pain at the heart.
“Oh! here comes M. Villemot!” exclaimed La Sauvage.
“Mennesir Fillemod,” said poor Schmucke, “rebresent me.”
“I hurried here at once,” said Villemot. “I have come to tell you that the will is completely in order; it will certainly be confirmed by the court, and you will be put in possession. You will have a fine fortune.”
“I? Ein fein vordune?” cried Schmucke, despairingly. That he of all men should be suspected of caring for the money!
“And meantime what is the justice of the peace doing here with his wax candles and his bits of tape?” asked La Sauvage.
“Oh, he is affixing seals.... Come, M. Schmucke, you have a right to be present.”