France -- Politics and government -- 19th century -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English
Rabourdin told himself all these things. But he had made up his mind
to win or lose, like a man weary of gambling who allows himself a last
stake; ill-luck had given him as adversary in the game a sharper like
des Lupeaulx. With all his sagacity, Rabourdin was better versed in
matters of administration than in parliamentary optics, and he was far
indeed from imagining how his confidence would be received; he little
thought that the great work that filled his mind would seem to the
minister nothing more than a theory, and that a man who held the
position of a statesman would confound his reform with the schemes of
political and self-interested talkers.
As the minister rose from table, thinking of Francois Keller, his wife
detained him with the offer of a bunch of grapes, and at that moment
Rabourdin was announced. Des Lupeaulx had counted on the minister’s
preoccupation and his desire to get away; seeing him for the moment
occupied with his wife, the general-secretary went forward to meet
Rabourdin; whom he petrified with his first words, said in a low tone of
voice:--
“His Excellency and I know what the subject is that occupies your mind;
you have nothing to fear”; then, raising his voice, he added, “neither
from Dutocq nor from any one else.”
“Don’t feel uneasy, Rabourdin,” said his Excellency, kindly, but making
a movement to get away.
Rabourdin came forward respectfully, and the minister could not evade
him.
“Will your Excellency permit me to see you for a moment in private?” he
said, with a mysterious glance.
The minister looked at the clock and went towards the window, whither
the poor man followed him.
“When may I have the honor of submitting the matter of which I spoke to
your Excellency? I desire to fully explain the plan of administration to
which the paper that was taken belongs--”
“Plan of administration!” exclaimed the minister, frowning, and
hurriedly interrupting him. “If you have anything of that kind to
communicate you must wait for the regular day when we do business
together. I ought to be at the Council now; and I have an answer to
make to the Chamber on that point which the opposition raised before the
session ended yesterday. Your day is Wednesday next; I could not work
yesterday, for I had other things to attend to; political matters are
apt to interfere with purely administrative ones.”
“I place my honor with all confidence in your Excellency’s hands,” said
Rabourdin gravely, “and I entreat you to remember that you have not
allowed me time to give you an immediate explanation of the stolen
paper--”
“Don’t be uneasy,” said des Lupeaulx, interposing between the minister
and Rabourdin, whom he thus interrupted; “in another week you will
probably be appointed--”
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