The Works of Honoré de Balzac: About Catherine de' Medici, Seraphita, and Other StoriesBalzac, Honoré de
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The Works of Honoré de Balzac: About Catherine de' Medici, Seraphita, and Other Stories
Balzac, Honoré de
French fiction -- Translations into English
"Dear child, it is as hard to write verses as to draw up an edict of
pacification. I will finish them for you soon. Ah God! life sits lightly on
me here, would I could never leave you!--But I must, nevertheless, examine
the two Florentines. By all the sacred relics, I thought one Ruggieri quite
enough in France, and behold there are two! Listen, my dearest heart, you
have a good mother-wit, you would make a capital lieutenant of police, for
you detect everything----"
"Well, Sire, we women take all we dread for granted, and to us what is
probable is certain; there is all our subtlety in two words."
"Well, then, help me to fathom these two men. At this moment every
determination I may come to depends on this examination. Are they innocent?
Are they guilty?--Behind them stands my mother."
"I hear Jacob on the winding stair," said Marie.
Jacob was the King's favorite body servant, who accompanied him in all his
amusements; he now came to ask whether his Master would wish to speak to
the two prisoners.
At a nod of consent, the mistress of the house gave some orders.
"Jacob," said she, "make every one in the place leave the house, excepting
the nurse and Monsieur le Dauphin d'Auvergne--they may stay. Do you remain
in the room downstairs; but first of all shut the windows, draw the
curtains, and light the candles."
The King's impatience was so great that, while these preparations were
being made, he came to take his place in a large settle, and his pretty
mistress seated herself by his side in the nook of a wide, white marble
chimney-place, where a bright fire blazed on the hearth. In the place of a
mirror hung a portrait of the King, in a red velvet frame. Charles rested
his elbow on the arm of the seat, to contemplate the two Italians at his
ease.
The shutters shut, and the curtains drawn, Jacob lighted the candles in a
sort of candelabrum of chased silver, placing it on a table at which the
two Florentines took their stand--seeming to recognize the candlestick as
the work of their fellow-townsman, Benvenuto Cellini. Then the effect of
this rich room, decorated in the King's taste, was really brilliant. The
russet tone of the tapestries looked better than by daylight. The
furniture, elegantly carved, reflected the light of the candles and of the
fire in its shining bosses. The gilding, judiciously introduced, sparkled
here and there like eyes, and gave relief to the brown coloring that
predominated in this nest for lovers.
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