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Updated: May 25, 2025
In lands whose people have not known the taste of sugar for five years we found that a handful of gum-drops would accomplish more than money. A few men with Father Mullane's resource, tact, and sense of humor would do more than all the diplomats under the roof of the Hotel Crillon to settle international differences and make the nations understand each other.
I shall be Crillon." I looked at him in astonishment; for the assurance of his manner exceeded that of his words. But I did not betray the feeling. "Crillon was one in a million," I said drily. "So am I," he answered. I confess that the audacity of this reply silenced me.
Even while I spoke a fresh fear assailed me: lest M. de Crillon, recognising my voice or figure, should cry my name on the spot, and explode in a moment the mine on which we stood. This rendered me extremely impatient to be gone. But M. le Vicomte had still something to say, and I could not withdraw myself without rudeness.
Bazan pressed in with the flock of attendant gentlemen, and seeing Crillon preparing to sit down not far from the daïs and canopy which marked the king's chair, he took his stand against the wall behind him.
"Ah! yes 'no news are good news. I do not trust to proverbs, and above all to that one. You have no news from Navarre, then?" "None a proof that there is nothing to tell." "And from Flanders?" "Nothing." "A proof that they are fighting. And from Paris?" "Nothing." "A proof that they are plotting." "But, Crillon, I believe I am going to have a child, for the queen dreamed so last night." "Well!
'At the inn at Etampes, where M. de Crillon would have fought me. He was visibly taken aback. 'Are you that man? he cried. 'I am. But I am not here to prate of myself, I replied. And with that the remembrance of my neglected errand flashing on me again I staggered to the King of Navarre's side, and, falling on my knees, seized his stirrup.
Crillon watches them go away with their parallel movements and their sticks. "Yes, there's wounded here and there's dead there!" he says; "all those who hadn't got a privilential situation! Ah, la, la! The poor devils, when you think of it, eh, what they must have suffered! And at this moment, all the time, there's some dying. And we stand it very well, an' hardly think of it.
Every evening I find Monsieur Crillon at the door of his shop at the end of the court, where all day long he is fiercely bent upon trivial jobs, and he rises before me like a post. At sight of me the kindly giant nods his big, shaven face, and the square cap on top, his huge nose and vast ears. He taps the leather apron that is hard as a plank.
It carried his mind back to a charming little suite in the Hotel de Crillon in Paris. He turned and found Joan standing in the doorway, watching him. "Did you ever row?" she asked. "No," he said, "never. Too much fag. I played squash and roulette. You look like a newly risen moon in her first quarter. Where would you like to go?" "I don't know," said Joan.
"Ma foi, my good Crillon," said the king, "watch as you please over my safety, but do not force me to play the king. I am quite joyful and gay this morning, and feel as if I weighed but an ounce, and could fly away. I am hungry, Crillon; do you understand that, my friend?" "I understand it very well, sire, for I am very hungry myself."
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