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I had just received this intelligence when M. Gougenot, the King's maitre d'hotel and receiver-general of the taxes, a man much attached to his sovereign, came into my room wrapped in a ridingcloak, under which, with great difficulty, he carried the King's portfolio, which I had entrusted to him.
Once under the roof of that old thief, I can soon find my way to your apartment by the help of a silken ladder." "Oh!" she said, petrified with horror, "if you love me don't go to Maitre Cornelius." "Ah!" he cried, pressing her to his heart with all the force of his youth, "you do indeed love me!" "Yes," she said; "are you not my hope? You are a gentleman, and I confide to you my honor.
Nigel, who slept longer than was his wont, waited at the inn some time for Maitre Leroux. He was afraid to go out, lest the steward might arrive during his absence. At length his guide appeared. "I have been detained longer than I expected," said Maitre Leroux; "but monsieur will pardon me. We have still time to see much of the city."
He also beheld the portrait of her defender, an old lawyer of fastidious aspect with white locks carefully combed, and sharp eyes. From the very first lines, Ferragut suspected that the maître could neither write nor speak except in the most approved literary form.
She seemed to Caius a strong-featured woman of large stature, apparently in early middle age. He was a good deal surprised when he found that this was Madame Le Maître. He had had no definite notion of her, but this certainly did not fulfil his idea. It was but the work of a short time to do all that could be done that night for the sick man, to leave the remedies that were to be used.
Baron Holbach was an amiable and good man, the constant friend of the Encyclopaedists. At his house they often met, so that it came to be known among them as the Cafe de l'Europe, and its master as the "maitre d'hotel" of Philosophy. But these nicknames were used in good part. Holbach had none of the flippancy of Helvetius.
The words sent a chill of horror through Maitre Cruchot, who, notwithstanding his impassibility as a notary, felt the cold running down his spine as he thought that Grandet of Paris had possibly implored in vain the millions of Grandet of Saumur. "And his son, so joyous yesterday " "He knows nothing as yet," answered Grandet, with the same composure. "Adieu!
It was not clear to Caius that O'Shea had any intention of himself escorting Le Maître if he chose to go by the sand. This inclined him to suppose that he had no fixed plan to injure him. What right had he to suppose such plan had been formed? The man before him wore no look of desperate passion.
Any quiet corner would do for me, I told the Maitre d'Hotel, who relieved me of my sketch-trap anywhere out of the rain when it should again break loose, which it was evidently about to do, judging from the appearance of the clouds anywhere, in fact, where I could eat a filet smothered in mushrooms, and drink a pint of vin ordinaire in peace. "No, I expected no one."
"Tell me," she said, "do not think, please, that I am inquisitive, but I should like to believe that you are not one of those whom we need fear, is Louis indeed an ordinary acquaintance of yours?" "He is scarcely that," I answered. "He is simply the maitre d'hotel at a restaurant I frequent. I had never in my life seen him before, except in his restaurant.
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