When Morange went in only one thing struck him, Alexandre's resemblance
to Beauchene, that extraordinary resemblance which had already upset
Constance, and which now sent an icy chill through the old accountant as
if in purposing to carry out his idea he had condemned his old master.
"I was waiting for you, my friend; you are late, you who are so punctual
as a rule," said Constance.
"Yes, there was a little work which I wished to finish."
But she had merely been jesting, she felt so happy. And she immediately
settled everything: "Well, here is the gentleman whom I spoke about," she
said. "You will begin by taking him with you and making him acquainted
with the business, even if in the first instance you can merely send him
about on commissions for you. It is understood, is it not?"
"Quite so, dear madame, I will take him with me; you may rely on me."
Then, as she gave Alexandre his dismissal, saying that he might come on
the morrow, Morange offered to show him out by way of his office and the
workshops, which were still open.
"In that way he will form an acquaintance with the works, and can come
straight to me to-morrow.
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