His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]Zola, Émile
History
His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]
Zola, Émile
France -- History -- Second Empire, 1852-1870 -- Fiction
He thrice repeated this expression, each time in a different tone, and
waving his hand in the air. M. La Rouquette said nothing further; he
was finishing his grog. However, they still sat where they were, gazing
blankly out of the open window, as though they were looking for the
unknown fate of the liberal Empire across the quay, in the direction of
the Tuileries, where hung a thick grey haze. Behind them, beyond the
lobbies, the hurricane of voices rose afresh, with the uproar of an
approaching storm.
M. de Lamberthon turned his head uneasily. 'It's Rougon who is going to
reply, isn't it?' he asked after a pause.
'Yes, I believe so,' replied M. La Rouquette with an air of reserve.
'He was very much compromised,' the old deputy continued. 'The Emperor
has made a singular choice in appointing him as a minister without
department, and commissioning him to defend his new policy.'
M. La Rouquette did not immediately express an opinion, but slowly
stroked his fair moustache. 'The Emperor knows Rougon,' he said at last.
Then in in quite a different tone he exclaimed: 'I say, these grogs
were not up to much. I'm dreadfully thirsty. I think I shall have a
glass of syrup and water.'
He ordered one, and, after some hesitation, M. de Lamberthon decided
that he would have a glass of Madeira. Then they began to talk of
Madame de Lamberthon, and the old deputy chided his young colleague for
the rarity of his visits. The latter was lounging back on the settee,
furtively admiring himself in the mirrors, quite pleased by the soft
green tint of the walls, and the general freshness of the buvette,
which seemed almost like a Pompadour arbour reared in some princely
forest for love assignations.
However, an usher suddenly came in, almost breathless. 'Monsieur La
Rouquette, you are wanted immediately--immediately!' he gasped.
Then, as the young deputy made a gesture of vexation, the usher stooped
and whispered that he had been sent by M. de Marsy, the President of
the Chamber, himself. And he added in a louder tone, 'Everybody is
wanted; so come at once.'
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