His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]Zola, Émile
History
His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]
Zola, Émile
France -- History -- Second Empire, 1852-1870 -- Fiction
Then he began to read the chapter under discussion. He read it in a low
monotonous voice, and his wise-looking face assumed an expression of
extraordinary gravity at certain passages. The Emperor listened with
an air of deep attention. He seemed to particularly appreciate the
more touching portions, in which the author made his peasants speak
in a strain of childish stupidity. Meanwhile the ministers were quite
delighted. What an amusing affair! There now was Rougon abandoned by
Delestang, whom he had brought into the ministry solely that he might
have some one to rely upon amidst the unexpressed hostility of his
other colleagues. The latter were often indignant with him for his
constant arrogation of power, that craving for authority which impelled
him to treat them as though they were mere clerks, while he himself
assumed the position of his Majesty's private adviser and right-hand
man. And now he was on the point of finding himself completely
isolated! This fellow, Delestang, thought the others, was a man to be
well received.
'There are perhaps one or two words----' muttered the Emperor, when
Delestang had finished his perusal; 'but, really, taking it altogether,
I don't see anything--eh, gentlemen?'
'It is quite innocent,' chorused the ministers.
Rougon made no reply to his Majesty, but seemed to bend his shoulders.
When he returned to the charge, he singled out Delestang for his
attack. For several minutes a contest went on between them in short
sentences. Handsome Delestang grew warlike, and indulged in cutting
remarks, while Rougon's anger also gradually rose. He for the first
time felt his authority giving way beneath him. And springing all at
once to his feet, he addressed himself to the Emperor with vehement
gestures.
'Sire,' he said, 'it is a petty matter, and the book will be
authorised, since your Majesty in your wisdom declares there is no
danger in it. But I must warn you, sire, that it would be perilous
to confer on France one half of the liberties which are claimed
by this "Friend Jacques." You summoned me to power under terrible
circumstances. You told me that I was not to attempt, by any
untimely moderation, to reassure those who were quaking with alarm.
In accordance with your commands, sire, I have made myself feared.
I believe that I have obeyed your slightest instructions and have
rendered you the services you expected of me. If any one should accuse
me of excessive severity or of abusing the power with which your
Majesty has entrusted me, such an accusation could only come from an
adversary of your Majesty's policy. Believe me when I tell you that
society is as deeply disturbed as ever it was. In the few weeks that
I have been in office, it has unfortunately been impossible for me to
heal the diseases which are preying upon it. Anarchical passions are
still fermenting among the lower strata of the people.
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