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The Room of the Retired Baker.

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           "Come,"saidCaderousse,wipinghislargeknifeonhisapron,"ifIdidnotlikeyou,doyouthinkIshouldendurethewretchedlifeyouleadme?Thinkforamoment.Youhaveyourservant’sclothesonyouthereforekeepaservant;Ihavenone,andamobligedtopreparemyownmeals.Youabusemycookerybecauseyoudineatthetabled’hoteoftheHoteldesPrinces,ortheCafedeParis.Well,Itoocouldkeepaservant;Itoocouldhaveatilbury;ItoocoulddinewhereIlike;butwhydoInot?BecauseIwouldnotannoymylittleBenedetto.Come,justacknowledgethatIcould,eh?"Thisaddresswasaccompaniedbyalookwhichwasbynomeansdifficulttounderstand."Well,"saidAndrea,"admittingyourlove,whydoyouwantmetobreakfastwithyou?"

           "ThatImayhavethepleasureofseeingyou,mylittlefellow."

           "Whatistheuseofseeingmeafterwehavemadeallourarrangements?"

           "Eh,dearfriend,"saidCaderousse,"arewillsevermadewithoutcodicils?Butyoufirstcametobreakfast,didyounot?Well,sitdown,andletusbeginwiththesepilchards,andthisfreshbutter;whichIhaveputonsomevine-leavestopleaseyou,wickedone.Ah,yes;youlookatmyroom,myfourstrawchairs,myimages,threefrancseach.Butwhatdoyouexpect?ThisisnottheHoteldesPrinces."

           "Come,youaregrowingdiscontented,youarenolongerhappy;you,whoonlywishtolivelikearetiredbaker."Caderoussesighed.

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