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Updated: June 19, 2025
He saw before him Camille, with the scar upon his forehead, and the cross upon his breast Camille, the hero of the hour, who had shed such lustre upon the family name!
Rumour declares, and is verified, that Necker, people's minister, is dismissed. "To arms!" cries Camille Desmoulins, and innumerable voices yell responsive. Chaos comes. The Electoral Club, however, declares itself a provisional municipality, sends out parties to keep order in the streets that night, enroll a militia, with arms collected where one may. Better to name it National Guard!
After all, what right have I to mystify him who honors me with his affection?" Then, being pressed with questions by Josephine, she related to her all that had passed between Edouard and her, word for word. "Poor Camille!" sighed Josephine the just. "Oh, dear, yes! poor Camille! who has the power to make us all miserable, and who does it, and will go on doing it until he is happy himself."
It will hear no word against Camille, though an individual would judge her to be wrong, and it has no sympathy with Père Duval. It idolizes Raffles, who is a liar and a thief; it shuts its ears to Marion Allardyce, the defender of virtue in Letty. It wants its sympathetic characters, to love; its antipathetic characters, to hate; and it hates and loves them as unreasonably as a savage or a child.
"I am Mademoiselle des Touches," replied Camille. "Madame is the Marquise de Rochefide." "Then I must pity you for not knowing the greatest happiness that there is for us poor, simple women is not that so, madame?" said the viscountess, turning to Beatrix. "But you, mademoiselle, have so many compensations."
Camille, with an expression oddly commingled of mirth and petulance, was intensely busy with her glove-fastening, while the broad back of George Dalton, who was apparently as busy gazing from a barred window against a stone wall, had a most uncanny look of intelligence about it.
I leave you to judge, who know my temper, whether I was not greatly mortified at this rebuff. Whilst we were enjoying this entertainment, the King, having spoken with Liancourt, Camille, and Mademoiselle Montigny, was apprised of the mistake which the malice or misapprehension of Ruff had led him into.
When it is completed, I will put it all in a sealed envelope; I only want your highness to tell me to whom I must deliver the parcel." "Either to me or to Madame de Polignac, if you know her." "Yes, madam, I have the honour to know her." The duchess handed me a small tinder-box to enable me to light a wax-candle, and she went away with Camille.
Goaded by an immense regret which now filled all the past, overwhelmed with a sight of his position between Beatrix whom he loved and Camille whom he had ceased to love, the poor boy sat despairing and undecided, lost in thought. He sought in vain for the reasons which had made Felicite reject his love and bring Claude Vignon from Paris to oppose it.
Ah! why did he not stay away a little longer? A few days more and he would not have found her. What brought him back?" "The jest of a journalist," replied Camille. "His opera, on the success of which he counted, has fallen flat. Some journalist, probably Claude Vignon, remarked in the foyer: 'It is hard to lose fame and mistress at the same moment, and the speech cut him in all his vanities.
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