The notary's nose;

52 THE NOTARY'S NOSE.
A minute later, they noticed the approach of a little thin man, hat in hand,
followed by a tall servant in livery. This
was M. Triquet, health officer of the parish of Parthenay.
All hail to thee, worthy M. Triquet! A
brilliant Paris notary is in great need of
thy services. Put thy old hat on thy bald
head; rub off the drops of sweat glistening
on thy red cheeks like dew on a full-blown
peony, and roll back as soon as thou
canst the glossy sleeves of thy respectable black coat!
But the worthy man was too much excited to set to work at once. He talked,
talked, talked, with a thin, piping little
voice.
{" Bless my soul! " said he; " my respects
to you; I am your very humble servant.
Does Jesus permit people to get themselves in such a condition? It is a mutilation; I see what it is! Decidedly it is