The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes" — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes"
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But I felt sure that if he spoke after this fashion to Monsieur le
Sous-prefet, he would lay hands upon both of us; and I said that I
should go alone, because his presence would put a constraint upon me.
"Very well," he said; "but you will tell me everything that the
sous-prefet has been saying to you."
He tore up his letter, and we went out together.
I don't remember that I ever passed a worse night than that. My wife
kept repeating to me that our Cousin George had the precedence over the
sous-prefet, who only laughed at us; that the Emperor, too, had
cousins, who wanted to inherit everything from him, and that everybody
ought to stick to their own belongings.
Next day, when I left for Sarrebourg, my head was in a whirl of
confusion, and I thought that my cousin and his wife would have done
well to have stayed in Paris rather than come and trouble us when we
were at peace, when every man paid his own rates and taxes, when
everybody voted as they liked at the prefecture. I could say that
never was a loud word spoken at the public-house; that people attended
with regularity both mass and vespers; that the gendarmes never visited
our village more than once a week to preserve order; and that I myself
was treated with consideration and respect: when I spoke but a word,
honest men said, "That's the truth; that's the opinion of Monsieur le
Maire!"
Yes, all these things and many more passed through my mind, and I
should have liked to see Cousin George at Jericho.
This is just how we were in our village, and I don't know even yet by
what means other people had made such fools of us. In the end, we have
had to pay dearly for it; and our children ought to learn wisdom by it.
At Sarrebourg, I had to wait two hours before I could see Monsieur le
Sous-prefet, who was breakfasting with messieurs the councillors of the
arrondissement, in honor of the Plebiscite. Five or six mayors of the
neighborhood were waiting like myself; we saw filing down the passage
great dishes of fish and game, notwithstanding that the fishing and
shooting seasons were over; and then baskets of wine; and we could hear
our councillors laughing, "Ha! ha! ha!" They were enjoying themselves
mightily.
At last Monsieur le Sous-prefet came out; he had had an excellent
breakfast.
"Ha! is that you, gentlemen?" said he; "come in, come into the office."