France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction; Napoleon I, Emperor of the French, 1769-1821 -- Fiction
The offer to remain did not appear to be particularly attractive to the
boy. He rose as Schneider left the room, and waited until he had entered
his study, and the door had shut upon the two sinister guards who
accompanied him. Then, seizing his cap, he darted from the room, sprang
down the three steps at the entrance, and, running all the way, reached
good Madame Teutch's kitchen, shouting: "I am almost starved! Here I
am!"
CHAPTER IV
EUGENE DE BEAUHARNAIS
At the call of her "little Charles" as she called him, Madame Teutch
came out of a little dining-room which opened upon the courtyard and
entered the kitchen. "Ah, there you are, thank God!" she cried. "Then
the ogre did not eat you, poor little Tom Thumb!"
"He was charming, on the contrary; and I don't believe that his teeth
are as long as they say."
"God grant that you never feel them! But if I heard right, yours are the
long ones. Come in here, and I will go call your future friend, who is
working as usual, poor child!"
And the citizeness Teutch ran upstairs with a youthfulness which
indicated an excess of exuberant force.
In the meantime Charles examined the preparations for one of the most
appetizing breakfasts that had ever been placed before him. He was
diverted from his occupation by the sound of the door opening. It
admitted the youth of whom the citizeness Teutch had spoken. He was a
lad of fifteen, with black eyes and curly black hair which fell over his
shoulders. His attire was elegant, and his linen of unusual whiteness.
In spite of the efforts that had evidently been made to disguise it,
everything in him betrayed the aristocrat. He approached Charles
smilingly and held out his hand to him.
"Our good hostess tells me, citizen," he said, "that I am to have the
pleasure of spending some time with you; and she added that you had
promised to like me a little. I am very glad of that, for I am sure I
shall become very much attached to you."
"And I, too," cried Charles, "with all my heart."
"Bravo, bravo!" cried Madame Teutch, coming in at this juncture. "And
now that you have greeted each other like two gentlemen--a very
dangerous thing to do in these days--embrace each other like two
comrades."
"I ask nothing better," said Eugene; and Charles sprang into his arms.
The two boys embraced with the cordiality and frankness of youth.
"Now," continued the elder of the two, "I know that your name is
Charles; mine is Eugene. I hope that since we know each other's name
there will be no more monsieur or citizen between us. Shall I set you
the example? Will you come to table, my dear Charles? I am dying of
hunger and I heard Madame Teutch say that you also had a good appetite."
"Heigho!" said Madame Teutch, "how well that was said, my little
Charles. These aristocrats, these aristocrats, they know what is right!"
"Do not say such things, my dear Madame Teuton," said Eugene, laughing;
"a worthy inn like yours should lodge nothing but sans-culottes."
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