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
Christophe, bewildered by the secret conference which had brought him into
contact with the Prince de Condé, la Renaudie, and Chaudieu, and even more
agitated by the expected turmoil of an imminent civil war, made no reply;
he hurried up from the kitchen to the back-shop. There, on seeing him, his
mother, who was a bigoted old Catholic, could not contain herself.
"I will wager," she broke out, "that the three men you were talking to were
ref----"
"Silence, wife," said the prudent old man, whose white head was bent over a
book. "Now, my lazy oafs," he went on to three boys who had long since
finished supper, "what are you waiting for to take you to bed? It is eight
o'clock. You must be up by five in the morning. And first you have the
Président de Thou's robes and cap to carry home. Go all three together, and
carry sticks and rapiers. If you meet any more ne'er-do-weels of your own
kidney, at any rate there will be three of you."
"And are we to carry the ermine surcoat ordered by the young Queen, which
is to be delivered at the Hôtel de Soissons, from whence there is an
express to Blois and to the Queen-mother?" asked one of the lads.
"No," said the Syndic; "Queen Catherine's account amounts to three thousand
crowns, and I must get the money. I think I will go to Blois myself."
"I should not think of allowing you, at your age, father, and in such times
as these, to expose yourself on the high-roads. I am two-and-twenty; you
may send me on this errand," said Christophe, with an eye on a box which he
had no doubt contained the surcoat.
"Are you glued to the bench?" cried the old man to the apprentices, who
hastily took up their rapiers and capes, and Monsieur de Thou's fur gown.
This illustrious man was to be received on the morrow by the Parlement as
their President; he had just signed the death-warrant of the Councillor du
Bourg, and was fated, before the year was out, to sit in judgment on the
Prince de Condé.
"La Bourguignonne," said the old man, "go and ask my neighbor Lallier if he
will sup with us this evening, furnishing the wine; we will give the
meal.--And, above all, tell him to bring his daughter."
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