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Bruneau, recovering himself, and stinging from the blow he had received, turned upon Marguerite, and grasping her arm roughly, shouted: "Up with you to the deck, you hussy!" Roberval heard the words, and it dawned upon him for the first time that it was his niece who was below. He sprang forward in time to see her, white as death, shake the man off, and ascend the ladder alone.
Our owner doesn't know anything more than we do; when people ring at that door, Monsieur Bruneau goes and opens it." "Then you didn't see the gentleman who is talking with him in the garden go by this way?" "Bless me! no, that I didn't!" "Ah!" thought Cerizet as he got into the cabriolet, "she must be the daughter of that uncle of Theodose.
The result was that Bruneau was thrust out of doors, and, sent back to his native village and the manufacture of wooden shoes. The jibes of his fellow-villagers, however, rendered his life so miserable that the viscountess consented to receive him as a servant, and he remained with her for a year; but his conduct was so unbearable that she was at last compelled to dismiss him.
Why, if the Abbé Bruneau doled out comfort and absolution at Entrammes why should he not enjoy at Laval the wilder joys of the flesh? Lack of money was the only hindrance, since our priest was not of those who could pursue bonnes fortunes; ever he sighed for 'booze and the blowens, but 'booze and the blowens' he could only purchase with the sovereigns his honest calling denied him.
The only other servant is an old valet named Bruneau; he does everything, except cook." "But the binder and the stitcher down below," returned Cerizet, "they begin work very early in the morning Well, anyhow, we must study the matter," he added, in the tone of a man whose plans are not yet decided.
Bruneau handles the orchestra like an amateur, and his attempts at polyphony are merely ridiculous. Yet in spite of all this, the vocal portions of the work follow the inflections of the human voice so faithfully as to convey a feeling of sincerity. Ugly and monotonous as much of 'Le Rêve' is, the music is alive. In its strange language it speaks with the accent of truth.
Doubtless he was not idle while he was there, and if the fire of 1871 had not destroyed the archives of the prefecture, it would have been interesting to search for traces of him. We seem to recognise his methods in the strangely dubious affair of the false dauphin, Mathurin Bruneau.
Bruneau has little melodic inspiration, and when he tries to be tuneful he generally ends in being merely commonplace.
"First two peasants, Hervagault and Bruneau, neither of whom had the audacity to steal into the confidence of the tenderest princess in Europe with the tokens she must recognize, or to penetrate into the presence," spoke the king: "and now an escaped convict from Ste. Pélagie, a dandy from the Empire!" I was only twenty, and he stung me.
And so the Opéra-Comique theatre has become the home of the boldest experiments in musical drama. The most daring or the most violent ventures into musical realism, after the manner of Charpentier or Bruneau, and the subtle fantasies of a delicate art of dreams, like that of Debussy, have found a welcome there.
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