His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]Zola, Émile
History
His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]
Zola, Émile
France -- History -- Second Empire, 1852-1870 -- Fiction
'There is never any one here!' exclaimed La Rouquette in a loud voice
which sounded quite strange amid all the silence and solitude; and
having closed the door with a bang he went on searching a series of
passages and halls. He crossed the Distribution Hall, floored with
marble from the Pyrenees, where his footsteps echoed as though he
had been walking through a church. And an usher having told him that
a deputy he knew, M. de la Villardière, was showing the palace to a
lady and gentleman, he obstinately set about finding him. He hastened
into the severe-looking vestibule known as General Foy's Hall, where
the statues of Mirabeau, Foy, Bailly, and Casimir Périer invariably
command the respectful admiration of country visitors. And, near by,
in the Throne Room, he at last discovered M. de la Villardière, with
a fat lady on one side of him and a fat gentleman on the other, an
influential elector and notary of Dijon and his wife.
'You are wanted,' said M. La Rouquette. 'Quick to your place, eh?'
'Yes, I'll go at once,' replied the deputy. But he could not make his
escape. The fat gentleman had taken his hat off, much impressed by the
magnificence of the hall, with its glittering gilding and mirrored
panels; and he clung firmly to his 'dear deputy,' as he called him,
and would not let him go. He was asking for some explanations of
Delacroix's paintings, the great decorative figures representing the
seas and rivers of France; _Mediterranean Mare, Oceanus, Ligeris,
Rhenus, Sequana, Rhodanus, Garumna, Araris_. These Latin words seemed
to puzzle him.
'_Ligeris_ is the Loire,' M. de la Villardière explained.
The Dijon notary briskly nodded his head to signify that he understood.
Meanwhile his wife was examining the throne, an arm-chair slightly
higher than the others, placed on a broad platform. She stood some
little distance away from it, contemplating it with reverent emotion.
Presently she summoned up sufficient courage to go nearer, and then,
furtively raising its covering, she touched the gilded wood, and felt
the crimson velvet.
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