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TRAVELLING PLANS.—MONSIEUR MÉNARD.—EN ROUTE.
"I count four!" cried Dubourg, springing to his feet; while Frédéric, surprised to find him there, stared at him a moment in silence, then abandoned himself unreservedly to the pleasure of pouring out his heart and telling his sorrows to his friend.
"Ah! my dear Dubourg! it must have been heaven that sent you."
"No; it was my landlord, who has turned me out of the house."
"At last I have found a heart which understands mine, which will appreciate my distress and pity my torments."
"Have you been betting on the wrong side, too?"
"The treacherous, fickle creature!"
"Luck is a woman, my friend; that tells the whole story."
"Yes, and a very heartless woman, too! If you knew what she dared to say about me!"
"What's that! has luck been talking about you?"