His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]Zola, Émile
History
His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]
Zola, Émile
France -- History -- Second Empire, 1852-1870 -- Fiction
M. Béjuin briskly nodded his head. He had already agreed with Madame
Correur and M. Kahn. Meanwhile, Clorinde, still reclining on the couch,
was amusing herself with biting the tassel of her girdle, which she
kept drawing over her face, as though she wanted to tickle herself. Her
eyes were wide open and smiling at the ceiling.
'Hush!' she said, all at once.
M. Kahn was just coming back, biting off the end of a cigar between his
teeth. He lighted it and blew out two or three big puffs of smoke, for
smoking was allowed in Clorinde's bedroom. Then, resuming the previous
conversation, he said: 'Well, if Rougon asserts that he has weakened
his power by serving us, I can truthfully declare that we have been
dreadfully compromised by his patronage. He has such a rough, brutal
way of pushing one forward that it's no wonder if one breaks one's
nose against a wall. However, as a result of all these violent ways of
his, he's now tumbling down again. For my part, I feel no desire to
help to pick him up any more. If a man can't preserve his own credit,
there must be something wrong with him. I tell you that he is seriously
compromising us. I have got heavy enough responsibilities as it is, and
I give him up.'
While saying this, however, M. Kahn spoke hesitatingly, and his
voice grew faint. Madame Correur and the colonel bent their heads to
escape the necessity of declaring themselves in the same peremptory
fashion. In spite of everything, Rougon was still in office, and before
abandoning him they wanted to secure some other powerful patron.
'The fat man isn't everybody,' said Clorinde carelessly.
At this they all looked at her, hoping that she was going to give them
some formal promise. But she made a little gesture, as though to bid
them have patience. This tacit hint of some new patronage which would
shower benefits upon them was really the mainspring of their assiduous
attendance at the young woman's Sundays and Thursdays. Among the strong
odours of her room they scented a coming triumph; and, believing that
they had exhausted Rougon in obtaining the satisfaction of their early
desires, they looked forward to the advent of some new power that
should realise their more recent dreams, which were far greater and
more numerous than the others had been.
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