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. de Lamberthon at once rushed off in the direction of the Chamber
and M. La Rouquette was following him, when he appeared to change his
mind. It had indeed occurred to him that it might be advisable to
hunt up all the deputies lounging in different parts of the building,
and send them back to their places. So he hastened first into the
Conference Hall, a beautiful apartment lighted by a glazed roof and
boasting a huge chimney-piece of green marble, ornamented with two
white marble female figures, nude and recumbent. Despite the warmth of
the afternoon, a great wood fire was burning there. At the large table
sat three deputies with sleepy eyes, which wandered over the pictures
on the walls and the famous clock, which was only wound up once a year.
A fourth deputy, who had installed himself at the fire, so as to warm
his back, seemed to be gazing with emotion at a plaster statuette of
Henri IV. which at the other end of the room stood out against a trophy
of Austrian and Prussian standards captured at Marengo, Austerlitz, and
Jena. As M. La Rouquette went from one to the other of his colleagues,
bidding them at once hurry to the Chamber, they started up as if
suddenly awakened, and hastened away in procession.
In his enthusiasm, La Rouquette was already rushing off to the library,
when it occurred to him that it would be as well to glance into the
lavatory. There he found M. de Combelot, who, with his hands plunged in
a large basin, was gently rubbing them, and smiling admiringly at their
whiteness. He did not show the least excitement, but said that he would
return to his seat in a moment. Before doing so, however, he lingered
for some time wiping his hands on a warm towel, which he then replaced
in the copper-doored stove. And finally he took his stand before a
lofty mirror, and carefully combed his handsome black beard.
There was no one in the library, which La Rouquette next visited. The
books were slumbering on their oak shelves; the two huge tables with
covers of green cloth stood severely bare; and the book-rests attached
to the arms of the chairs were folded back, and covered with a slight
coating of dust.
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