France -- History -- Regency, 1715-1723 -- Fiction; Orléans, Philippe, duc d', 1674-1723 -- Fiction
The principal of these, the common room, had four oak tables, and a
quantity of red and white curtains; some benches along the walls, some
glasses on a sideboard, some handsomely framed pictures, all blackened
and rendered nauseous by smoke, completed the tout ensemble of this
room, in which sat a fat man, with a red face, thirty-five or forty
years old, and a little pale girl of twelve or fourteen.
This was the landlord and his only daughter and heiress.
A servant was cooking a ragout in the kitchen.
As the clock struck one, a French guard entered, and stopping at the
threshold, murmured, "Rue des Bourdonnais, Muids d'Amour, in the common
room, to sit at the table on the left, and wait."
Then, in accordance with this, the worthy defender of his country,
whistling a tune and twirling his mustache, seated himself at the place
indicated.
Scarcely had he had time to seat himself and strike his fist on the
table, which, in the language of all taverns, means "Some wine," than a
second guard, dressed exactly like the first, appeared at the door,
murmured some words, and, after a little hesitation, seated himself by
the other.
The two soldiers looked at each other, and both exclaimed:
"Ah!" which in all languages means surprise.
"It is you, Grippart," said one.
"It is you, L'Eulevant," said the other.
"What are you doing in this tavern?"
"And you?"
"I do not know."
"Nor I."
"You come here, then?"
[Illustration: CAPTAIN LA JONQUIERE.--Page 463.]
"Under orders."
"That is my case."
"And you are waiting?"
"For a man who is coming."
"With a watchword?"
"And on this watchword?"
"I am to obey as though it were Tapin himself."
"Just so; and, in the mean time, I have a pistole for drink."
"I have a pistole also, but I was not told to drink."
"And it being doubtful?"
"In doubt, as the sage says, I do not abstain."
"In that case, let us drink."
And he raised his hand to call the landlord, but it was not necessary,
for he was standing near, expecting orders.
"Some wine," cried the two guards.
"Orleans," added one; "I like that."
The landlord brought an inclosed bottle.
The two drinkers filled their glasses, emptied them, and then placed
them on the table, each with a different grimace, but both intended to
express the same opinion.
When the host was gone, one said to the other:
"You know more of this than you have told me?"
"I know it concerns a certain captain," answered the other.
"Yes; just so. But I suppose we shall have aid to arrest him?"
"Doubtless; two to one is not enough."
"You forget the man with the watchword."
"Ah! I think I hear something."
"Yes; some one coming downstairs."
"Chut!"
"Silence!"
And the soldiers, much more occupied by their commission than if they
had really been soldiers, kept an eye turned toward the staircase while
they drunk.
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