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Marguerite looked earnestly at Chicot, who, through pity for her, had let her have a glimpse of the truth. Perhaps she felt the need of a support, for she turned toward a gentleman in the group, and said: "M. de Turenne, your arm to the castle. Precede us, M. Chicot."
"It must have been because we had been talking so much about it. I wish for it so much that I must have spoken of it without meaning to do so." "Hum!" said Chicot, suspiciously, "and then there was something else." "What! something else?" "A number that each one pronounced, and which, added together, made more than eight thousand."
"And what did he say, monseigneur?" "He approves the idea, but the more gigantic it appears, the more he hesitates to place a man like you at the head." "Then we are likely to fail." "I fear so, my dear duke; the League seems likely to fail." "Before it begins." At this moment Henri, hearing a noise, turned and saw Chicot by his side, listening also. "You followed me, Knave!" said he.
Madame Chicot, distressed at the expense, kept running down to the cellar continually for cider. The pitchers were emptied in quick succession. The company was laughing and talking loud now. They were beginning to shout as they do at feasts.
He united them in his heart; and it was not a spectacle without interest, a picture without expression, but a scene in which manly courage was allied to softer emotions, sanctified by devotion. Chicot looked on, and his face, ordinarily indifferent or sarcastic, was not the least noble and eloquent of the six.
Three daring fowls jumped one after the other into her lap, seized a bit of peel and then ran away as fast as their legs would carry them with it in their beak. Chicot seemed embarrassed, anxious, with something on the tip of his tongue which he could not say. At last he said hurriedly: "Listen, Mother Magloire " "Well, what is it?" "You are quite sure that you do not want to sell your land?"
"It swallowed a chicken at a meal." "And how will it be dressed?" "Skinned and fried in anchovy paste, and done with bread crumbs; and I shall have the honor of serving it up with a sauce flavored with garlic and allspice, lemons and mustard." "Perfect!" cried Chicot. Brother Eusebius breathed again. "Then we shall want sweets," said Gorenflot. "I will invent something that shall please you."
Gorenflot jumped for joy. "How much?" said he. "One hundred and fifty pistoles." "And where are we going?" "You shall see." "When shall we breakfast?" "Immediately." "What shall I ride?" "Not my horse; you would kill it." "Then what must I do?" "Nothing more simple; I will buy you an ass." "You are my benefactor, M. Chicot. Let the ass be strong. Now, where do we breakfast?"
"With enthusiasm; he has a memory, king as he is." "A mission from the king!" stammered Gorenflot. "Adieu," repeated Chicot. Gorenflot rose, and seized him by the hand. "Come! let us explain ourselves," said he. "On what?" "On your susceptibility to-day." "I! I am the same to-day as on all other days." "No." "A simple mirror of the people I am with. You laugh, and I laugh; you are rude, so am I."
Mercedes made a charming Diane, Leander a brilliant and dashing Bussy; Monsieur Denis was cast for the rôle of Frère Gorenflot; and a long, thin, cadaverous-looking mouse, Don Quichotte by name, somewhat inadequately represented Chicot.
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