His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]Zola, Émile
History
His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]
Zola, Émile
France -- History -- Second Empire, 1852-1870 -- Fiction
'I have bred some magnificent calves this year, by a fresh crossing of
strains,' said Delestang. 'Unfortunately, when your Majesty visited me,
the stalls and folds were under repair.'
Thereupon the Emperor began to speak slowly and spasmodically of
agriculture, cattle-breeding, and manures. He had entertained great
esteem for Delestang ever since his visit to La Chamade; and was
particularly pleased with the system which the latter had introduced
whereby his farm-hands lived in common, shared certain profits, and
became entitled to old-age pensions. Napoleon and Clorinde's husband
had ideas in common, certain humanitarian principles which enabled them
to grasp each other's thoughts at a word.
'Has Monsieur Rougon spoken to you about his plan?' the Emperor asked.
'Oh, yes!' answered Delestang. 'It is a magnificent scheme, and
affords a chance of experimenting on a very grand scale.'
He evinced genuine enthusiasm. He was greatly interested in
pig-breeding, he said. The best breeds were dying out in France. Then
he remarked that he was perfecting a new plan for the improvement of
meadow-lands; but to make it fully successful, large tracts of country
would be necessary. However, if Rougon should succeed, he would join
him and put his system to trial. Then, all at once he stopped short,
for he had just noticed that his wife's eyes were earnestly fixed
upon him. Ever since he had begun to express his approval of Rougon's
scheme, she had been biting her lips, looking pale and wrathful. 'Come,
my dear,' she said to him, motioning towards the piano-organ.
M. de Combelot's fingers had now grown cramped, and he was opening and
shutting his hands to remove the stiffness. Nevertheless, with the
smile of a martyr he got ready to begin a polka when Delestang hastened
forward and offered to take his place; an offer which he accepted
politely, as though giving up a post of honour. Then Delestang turned
the handle, and the polka began. But somehow the music now sounded
differently; he lacked the chamberlain's flexible, supple wrist.
Rougon, however, was anxious to get some definite expression of opinion
from the Emperor. His Majesty, who really seemed impressed, asked him
if he contemplated establishing some large industrial colonies over
yonder, and added that he should be glad to grant a strip of land,
water supply, and tools to each family. Moreover, he promised to show
Rougon some plans of his own, which he had noted down on paper, for
the establishment of a place of the kind, where the houses would be of
uniform construction, and every want would be provided for.
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