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Massot pointed to Barroux, the head of the Cabinet, who, though he was out of his element in the Department of Finances, had taken it simply because his generally recognised integrity was calculated to reassure public opinion after the Panama crisis.
Amidst all his feverishness he had not thought of these difficulties. However, he was approaching the door on foot, asking himself how he might glide unperceived through the throng, when the sound of a merry voice made him turn: "What, Monsieur l'Abbe! Is it possible! So now I find you here!" It was little Massot who spoke.
The greyish painting of the Christ had already vanished, and on the walls one only saw the glaring white bust of the Republic, which resembled some frigid death's head starting forth from the darkness. "Ah!" Massot once more exclaimed, "I knew that it wouldn't take long!" Indeed, the jurors were returning after less than a quarter of an hour's absence.
This request threw Duthil into consternation, particularly as at that same moment Silviane perceived Massot outside the wine shop, and began calling and beckoning to him imperiously. A brief conversation then ensued between the young woman and the journalist: "I say, Massot!" she called, "hasn't a deputy the right to pass the guards and take a lady wherever he likes?"
After finding three more chairs for some ladies who had arrived rather late, Duthil remarked to Massot, who was jotting down names in his note-book: "Well, if any more come, they will have to remain standing." "Who were those three?" the journalist inquired. "The Duchess de Boisemont and her two daughters." "Indeed!
And the irony which poured from the girl's virgin lips, before that simple priest, was like a flood of mire with which she sought to submerge her rival. Just then, however, Rosemonde came back again, feverish and flurried as usual. And she led Camille away: "Ah, my dear, make haste. They are extraordinary, delightful, intoxicating!" Janzen and little Massot also followed the Princess.
He could hardly take his eyes from him. It was as if he expected that he would suddenly order men hither and thither, and direct the whole march of events. "Ah!" said Massot again. "Here comes Mege. It won't be long now before the sitting begins." The hall, down below, was gradually filling. Deputies entered and descended the narrow passages between the benches.
Only, behind all that lust of power, that continuous onslaught of ambition, what a distressful prey was stirring the whole people with all its poverty and its sufferings! Pierre noticed that Massot, "little Massot," as he was generally called, had just seated himself on the bench beside him.
And it was of Vignon that Sagnier had written that he aimed at the Presidency of the Republic, even should he have to march through blood to reach the Elysee Palace. "Mon Dieu!" Massot was explaining, "it's quite possible that Sagnier isn't lying this time, and that he has really found a list of names in some pocket-book of Hunter's that has fallen into his hands.
The greyish painting of the Christ had already vanished, and on the walls one only saw the glaring white bust of the Republic, which resembled some frigid death's head starting forth from the darkness. "Ah!" Massot once more exclaimed, "I knew that it wouldn't take long!" Indeed, the jurors were returning after less than a quarter of an hour's absence.
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