She stammered: "Yes, I think so. Two months."

Before she had finished speaking, he bounded with joy, then began to

dance the cancan around her, an old recollection of his garrison days.

He lifted his leg and leaped like a young kid in spite of his great

paunch, and made the whole apartment shake with his gambols. The furniture

jostled, the glasses on the buffet rattled, and the chandelier oscillated

like the lamp of a ship.

He took his beloved daughter in his arms and embraced her frantically.

Then tapping her lightly on the shoulder he cried: "Ah, it is done, then,

at last! Have you told your husband?"

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