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However, Monsieur de Carnavant merely smiled and glanced at Felicite with a knowing look. This rapid by-play was not observed by the other people. Vuillet alone remarked in a sharp tone: "I would rather see your Bonaparte at London than at Paris. Our affairs would get along better then." At this the old oil-dealer turned slightly pale, fearing that he had gone too far.
"It is very strange," he said, "that the wretched fellow should have called you an old rogue. Are you sure that he intended the insult for you?" Granoux was perplexed; he admitted at last, however, that Antoine might have muttered: "So you are again going to that old rogue's?" At this Monsieur de Carnavant stroked his chin to conceal the smile which rose to his lips in spite of himself.
The marquis pretended not to have heard it; but all the bourgeois nodded approval. Roudier, who, being rich, did not fear to applaud the sentiment aloud, went so far as to declare, while glancing askance at Monsieur de Carnavant, that the position was no longer tenable, and that France must be chastised as soon as possible, never mind by what hand.
We are ruined; we shall never get a sou." Thereupon, as often happens with cowards, Pierre flew into a passion. It was the marquis's fault, it was his wife's fault, the fault of all his family. Had he ever thought of politics at all, until Monsieur de Carnavant and Felicite had driven him to that tomfoolery? "I wash my hands of it altogether," he cried.
It was of these friendly pats, of these repeated promises of an inheritance, that Madame Rougon was thinking when she endeavoured to drive her husband into politics. Monsieur de Carnavant had often bitterly lamented his inability to render her any assistance. No doubt he would treat her like a father if ever he should acquire some influence.
"I don't know what you can do," Felicite repeatedly said, "but it seems to me that there's plenty to be done. Did not Monsieur de Carnavant say to us one day that he would be rich if ever Henri V. should return, and that this sovereign would magnificently recompense those who had worked for his restoration? Perhaps our fortune lies in that direction. We may yet be lucky."
Evil tongues asserted that her mother, who had died a few years after she was born, had, during the early period of her married life, been familiar with the Marquis de Carnavant, a young nobleman of the Saint-Marc quarter. In fact, Felicite had the hands and feet of a marchioness, and, in this respect, did not appear to belong to that class of workers from which she was descended.
What can he be saying to him?" "Ah! little one," the marquis replied with a touch of irony, "he is complimenting him for having closed the gates so carefully." "My father has saved the town," Aristide retorted curtly. "Have you seen the corpses, sir?" Monsieur de Carnavant did not answer. He withdrew from the window, and sat down in an arm-chair, shaking his head with an air of some disgust.
Thereupon he led the little company to the Saint-Marc quarter and knocked at the door of the Valqueyras mansion. At the very outset of the disturbances Count de Valqueyras had left for his chateau at Corbiere. There was no one but the Marquis de Carnavant at the Plassans house.
She even went out of her way, passing along the Cours Sauvaire, as if to gain time and ease for reflection before going in. Under the trees of the promenade she met Monsieur de Carnavant, who was taking advantage of the darkness to ferret about the town without compromising himself.
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