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"Our Keeper of the Seals, Our Minister of War, Our Minister of the Interior, and Our Minister of Police, are entrusted with the execution of this edict. "Given at Paris at Our Castle of the Tuileries on the 21st of November in the year of grace 1815, and of Our reign the 21st. Boissin was acquitted. This was the last crime committed in the South, and it led fortunately to no reprisals.
In a moment every eye was turned upon him. Jacques Sabatier smiled. "I was going to the prison to ask that question," Bruslart went on. "She is a woman, that I have heard of, but no more. I am interested enough to wonder whether she was an acquaintance of mine in the past." "An acquaintance!" and there was a chorus of laughter. "It was Mademoiselle St. Clair," said Boissin.
"I was there, Citizen Bruslart," said a man, thrusting forward his head truculently. "What is there to complain of?" Bruslart looked at him, then leaned toward Sabatier and said in an audible aside "A new friend? I do not seem to remember him." "Citizen Boissin, a worthy man," said Sabatier, shortly.
It is not enough that a cursed aristocrat uses my lodgings as a shelter while I am away from home, but a crowd of unauthorized persons invade it and break a cabinet for which I have a great affection. Maybe, since you were there, Citizen Boissin, you can tell me who broke my cabinet." "Curse your cabinet!" "Curse you for coming to my lodgings without an invitation," said Bruslart, quietly.
"She does not believe that, nor do I, for that matter," said Boissin. "What you believe is a matter of indifference to me, citizen," returned Bruslart, "and as for the woman well, she is in the Abbaye. Not every man gets rid of his tiresome lovers as easily as I am likely to do. More wine, landlord. We'll drink long life to liberty and death to all aristocrats.
"Our Keeper of the Seals, Our Minister of War, Our Minister of the Interior, and Our Minister of Police, are entrusted with the execution of this edict. "Given at Paris at Our Castle of the Tuileries on the 21st of November in the year of grace 1815, and of Our reign the 21st. Boissin was acquitted. This was the last crime committed in the South, and it led fortunately to no reprisals.
There was a shuffling of feet, a promise of quick and dangerous excitement, but Sabatier did not move, and Bruslart's eyes, as he quietly sipped his wine, looked over the rim of the glass at Boissin, who seemed confused and unable to bluster. There was a long pause which was broken by a man seated at another table.
He knew that the men in the wine shop were likely to follow his lead, and he was at a loss to know how to treat Lucien Bruslart to-night. "Ay, Boissin, that's my name, and he asks you what you have to complain of?" "Much, very much, citizen.
And, Citizen Boissin, we must understand each other and become better friends. I accused you of entering my lodgings without invitation, now I invite you. Come when you will, you shall be welcome. And, in the meanwhile, if there is any good patriot here who is a carpenter, and can spare time for a job, there is money to be earned. He shall mend my cabinet."
That is natural, I think." "Ay; and it explains why she took shelter in your lodgings," said Boissin. "True, it does; and, so far as I remember, it is the only personal matter I have against her. I do not recall any other injury she has done me. I am afraid, citizens, she has some case against me, for I grew tired of her long ago."
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