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"Assuredly!" the red-haired lawyer said indignantly, looking a half air of patronage towards Chamilly, and breathing in for a steady blast of eloquence: "It is time these ridiculous ideas which forbid us so many successes were sent back to Paradise, and that such elections as the present were governed upon rational principles.
He sent his first valet de chambre, M. de Chamilly, to the Abbe on the evening of the day he received the despatches from Vienna, to order him to come the next day to the Queen before her breakfast hour, to acquit himself discreetly of the afflicting commission with which he was charged, and to let his Majesty know the moment of his entering the Queen's chamber.
Our conversation was interrupted by the entrance of Chamilly, who came to acquaint me that the king was sleeping, and did not wish to be again disturbed that night.
Chamilly turned to Chrysler as the school master ended, and said with a smile: "Do you not think there is enterprise in a people like this?" "Qu'il est triste d'etre vaincu! From Quinet who had been deliberately dealing with his dessert, now came words: "Mistaken impulses! Led after will o' the wisps by dreamers and designers!
How different must be our feelings at this priceless service of personal affection from those of our opponents, served only for money." "No money!" blurted Spoon. "Taurieu! An election without money?" Chamilly, with one quiet glance, turned away to L'Honorable. "Without 'tin, St. Christophe, I say! St. Laurent!" "Keep quiet silence, I pray thee," returned Benoit, and drew his companion aside.
"My dear sister," cried he, as he entered, "Chamilly has just told me that he has received the royal command to have Julie married off without delay; now this is a piece of delicacy towards yourself on the part of the king for which you owe him many thanks. But I have another communication to make you, of a less pleasing nature.
"You are always so good, monseigneur Chamilly," the old woman groaned in a plaintive, palsied voice, without straightening her doubled frame. "Is the Bonhomme at the house?" he enquired. "I think not, sir; he was preparing to go to Isle of Ducks." "Just where I thought," exclaimed Haviland in English.
Chamilly stood up and the firelight shone brightly and softly upon his flushed cheek; the dark portraits on the walls seemed to look out upon him as if they lived, and the statue of Apollo to rise and associate its dignity with his. "I have a system," he said. "I almost feel like saying a commission of revelation.
In the midst of these excitements, as I stood so listening, and now joined by two others, "Chamilly, my brother, I have come for you," suddenly broke in Grace; and stood before me all radiance, dropping somebody's arm. Excusing myself, I took her in charge and we moved gaily off.
"I assure you, monsieur," pronounced Jean Benoit, with his full armory of oratorical gestures, "that a friend of Monseigneur Chamilly will always have our best. Ascend, sir. Josephte, place Monsieur the chair." Never was there a greater occasion of state. Their guest raised his hat to the young lady and her mother, who threw into her carriage all the dignity and suavity she could command.
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