His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]Zola, Émile
History
His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]
Zola, Émile
France -- History -- Second Empire, 1852-1870 -- Fiction
Perfect silence had fallen all around. Not a sound broke upon the
speaker's words save the rustling of the trees or the grating of some
river-lock in the distance. The firemen striving to bear themselves
as martially as the soldiers beneath the hot sun, cast side-long
glances at the minister, without turning their necks. The spectators
on the hill-side, however, were taking their ease. Ladies had spread
their handkerchiefs on the ground and were sitting on them; and two
gentlemen, whom the sun was reaching, had just opened their wives'
parasols. And Rougon's voice gradually grew louder and louder. He
seemed ill at ease in that little hollow. It was as if the narrow
valley did not afford him sufficient space for his gesticulations. As
he threw his hands energetically in front of him, it seemed as if he
desired to sweep away all obstructions and open out a wider horizon.
Twice he gazed into the air as if seeking space, but nothing met his
eyes on the hill tops save the gutted ruins of the windmills which were
splitting in the sun.
He had taken up M. Kahn's text and was enlarging upon it. It was not,
he said, the department of Deux-Sèvres alone that was about to enter
upon an era of wonderful prosperity, but the whole of France, thanks
to the branch line from Niort to Angers. For ten minutes he recounted
the innumerable advantages which would rain down upon the people. He
even went so far as to allude to the hand of God. Then he began to
reply to what had been said by the chief surveyor, though he in no way
discussed it or even referred to it. He simply said the direct opposite
of what the surveyor had said, dwelling for a long time upon M. Kahn's
devotion, and praising his great modesty and disinterestedness and
nobility of mind. The financial aspect of the matter, he said, caused
him no uneasiness whatever; and he smiled and seemed to be sweeping up
big piles of gold with a rapid movement of his hands.
An outburst of cheering quite drowned his voice.
'One word in conclusion, gentlemen,' he said, after wiping his lips
with his handkerchief. That one word lasted for a quarter of an hour.
He was growing excited, and went further than he had meant to do.
Indeed, in his peroration, while speaking of the grandeur of the reign,
and extolling the Emperor's great ability, he even hinted that his
Majesty would bestow his patronage in a special manner upon the branch
line from Niort to Angers. It was as if the undertaking had become a
State affair.
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