“You know well that I have no time to go!” replied the Marquis.
His mornings were taken up with a course of arboriculture, his evenings were spent at the Agricultural Club, and all his afternoons were occupied by a study of the implements of husbandry in manufactories. As he resided at Saintonge for three fourths of the year, he took advantage of his visits to the capital to get fresh information; and his large-brimmed hat, which lay on a side-table, was crammed with pamphlets.
But Cisy, observing that M. de Forchambeaux refused to take wine:
“Go on, damn it, drink! You’re not in good form for your last bachelor’s meal!”
At this remark all bowed and congratulated him.
“And the young lady,” said the tutor, “is charming, I’m sure?”
“Faith, she is!” exclaimed Cisy. “No matter, he is mak
