France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction; Napoleon I, Emperor of the French, 1769-1821 -- Fiction
The boy thanked her for her good counsel, and asked her if she had any
other advice to give him.
"No," she said, shaking her head, "except to come back as soon as
possible, for I am going to prepare a little breakfast for you and your
neighbor in No. 15, the equal of which he has never eaten, aristocrat as
he is. And now go!"
With the adorable instinct of maternity which exists in the hearts of
all women, Madame Teutch had conceived a tender affection for her new
guest, and took upon herself the direction of his conduct. He on his
side, young as he was and feeling the need of that gentle affection
which makes life easier for all, was willing to follow her instruction,
as he would have obeyed the commands of a mother.
He therefore let her kiss him on both cheeks, and, after inquiring the
way to Euloge Schneider's house, left the Hôtel de la Lanterne to take
the first step in the wide world, as the Germans say--that first step
upon which the whole future life often depends.
He passed the cathedral; but as he was not looking about him, he came
near receiving his death-blow. A saint's head fell at his feet, and was
almost immediately followed by a statue of the Virgin embracing her Son.
He turned in the direction whence the double missile had come, and
perceived a man, hammer in hand, astride the shoulders of a colossal
apostle, who was making havoc with the saints, the first fruits of which
labor had fallen at the boy's feet. A dozen men were laughing and
approving this desecration.
The boy crossed the Breuil, stopped before a modest little house, went
up a few steps, and rang the bell.
A crabbed old servant opened the door and subjected him to a severe
cross-examination. When he had replied satisfactorily to all her
questions, she grumblingly admitted him to the dining-room, saying:
"Wait there. Citizen Schneider is coming to breakfast, and you can talk
to him then, since you say you have something to tell him."
When Charles was left alone, he cast a rapid glance around the room. It
was very plain, being ceiled with wood and having for sole ornament two
crossed sabres.
And then the terrible judge-advocate of the Revolutionary Commission of
the Lower Rhine entered behind the old woman.
He passed near the boy without seeing him, or at least without appearing
to notice him, and seated himself at the table, where he bravely
attacked a pyramid of oysters, flanked by a dish of anchovies and a bowl
of olives.
Let us profit by this pause to sketch in a few lines the physical and
moral portrait of the strange and terrible man whose acquaintance
Charles was about to make.
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