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All three laughed at the combination of an eclectic under-secretary of State, a ferocious republican, and a political atheist. "Suppose we sup at the expense of the present order of things?" said Blondet, who would fain recall suppers to fashion. Rastignac took them to Very's, sent away his carriage, and all three sat down to table to analyze society with Rabelaisian laughs.
The fortunate possessor of Les Aigues was walking up and down in front of the steward's house, along a little terrace where Madame Sibilet grew flowers, at the end of which was a wide stretch of meadow-land watered by the canal which Blondet has described.
Lucien and Lousteau followed Blondet, Finot, and Vernou, and stood in a knot at the back of the shop. "What is he doing?" asked Blondet of the head-clerk, who rose to bid him good-evening. "He is buying a weekly newspaper.
'I don't want to hear it, retorted the other, quickly; 'name your terms and let us end the matter. 'Pardon me, said M. Vandeloup, with a smile, 'but I refuse to accept any terms till I have given you thoroughly to understand what I mean; so you must hear this little tale of Adele Blondet.
Blondet had reached the bank before Charles, the groom, perceived him. "Ah, monsieur!" he cried; "you don't know how anxious Madame has been since she heard you had gone through the gate of Conches; she was afraid you were drowned. They have rung the great bell three times, and Monsieur le cure is hunting for you in the park." "What time is it, Charles?" "A quarter to twelve." "Help me to mount."
You might summons them to appear while the court is sitting, M. Camusot; take down their depositions before four o'clock, send in your report to-night, and we will give our decision in the morning before the court sits." "We will settle what course to pursue while the barristers are pleading," said Vice-President Blondet, addressing Camusot.
"Has Dorlange any such delusions?" asked Emile Blondet. "He? he will talk to you by the hour of returning to the life of the great artists of the middle ages with the universality of their studies and their knowledge, and that frightfully laborious life of theirs; which may help us to understand the habits and ways of a semi-barbarous society, but can never exist in ours.
There will be a battle over it. Who will give way? That is the question." "The Government will give way," said Blondet. "I keep telling people that with all my might! Intellectual power is the great power in France; and the press has more wit than all men of intellect put together, and the hypocrisy of Tartufe besides." "Blondet! Blondet! you are going too far!" called Finot.
Besides, you are all wrong in representing him as isolated from this contemporaneous life, for I happen to know that he is just about to harness himself to it by the most rattling and compelling chains of the social system I mean political interests." "Does he want to be a statesman?" asked Emile Blondet, sarcastically.
"Monsieur de Rubempre is incapable of such a thing; I will answer for him," said Rastignac, who never dreamed of a practical joke. "And there is Bixiou, he will come too," cried Blondet; "there is no fun without him. Without him champagne cloys my tongue, and I find everything insipid, even the pepper of satire." "My friends," said Bixiou, "I see you have gathered round the wonder of the day.
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