His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]Zola, Émile
History
His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]
Zola, Émile
France -- History -- Second Empire, 1852-1870 -- Fiction
'It is to your interest that he should join the ministry,' continued
Clorinde. 'You would have a supporter in him. If it is true, as is
reported, that the Minister of Commerce and Agriculture is in bad
health and wishes to retire, the opportunity is a splendid one. My
husband is quite competent to perform the duties of the office, and
his mission to Italy would make his selection quite natural. You know
that the Emperor is very fond of him, and that they get on very well
together. They have the same ideas on many subjects. A word from you
would settle the matter.'
Rougon took two or three more turns before replying. Then, halting in
front of Clorinde, he said: 'Well, after all, I am agreeable. He won't
be the only simpleton in office. But I'm doing this solely for your
sake, remember. I want to disarm you. I am afraid you haven't a good
heart. You're too vindictive, aren't you?'
He spoke playfully, and Clorinde laughed as she replied: 'Oh, yes,
indeed; I'm very vindictive. I remember things a long time.'
Then, as she was about to leave him, he detained her for a moment by
the door, and twice squeezed her fingers, but did not say another word.
Directly Clorinde had gone, Rougon returned to his private office. The
spacious room was empty. He sat down at the writing-table and rested
his elbows on his blotting-pad, breathing heavily in the surrounding
silence. His eyelids dropped, and a deep reverie lulled him to a state
of drowsiness for the next ten minutes. Then he suddenly started,
stretched himself, and rang the bell.
Merle made his appearance.
'The prefect of the Somme is still here, isn't he?' asked Rougon. 'Show
him in.'
Bracing up his short figure, the prefect entered the room with a pale,
smiling face. He greeted the minister with all due deference. Rougon,
who felt little energy, waited till he had finished. Then he asked him
to be seated.
'I must tell you why I have sent for you, Monsieur le préfet,' he
began. 'There are certain instructions which must be given by word
of mouth. You are not ignorant of the fact that the revolutionary
party is raising its head. We have been within an ace of a frightful
catastrophe. The country requires to be reassured, to feel that it can
rely upon the energetic protection of the Government. His Majesty the
Emperor, on his side, has come to the conclusion that some examples
must be made, for hitherto his kindness has been strangely abused.'
Rougon spoke slowly, reclining in his arm-chair and playing the while
with a large agate seal. The prefect expressed his approval of each
sentence by a brisk nod.
'Your department,' continued the minister, 'is one of the worst. The
republican ulcer----'
'I make every effort----' interposed the prefect.
'Don't interrupt me. It is necessary that strong repressive steps
should be taken there; and it was to express my views to you on the
subject that I wished to see you. We have been drawing up a list----'
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