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"We must efface the legend," said Pittrino, in a melancholy tone. "I have some excellent ivory-black; it will be done in a moment, and we will replace the Medici by the nymphs or the sirens, whichever you prefer." "No," said Cropole, "the will of my father must be carried out. My father considered " "He considered the figures of the most importance," said Pittrino.
At the angle of the street there remained nothing beneath the stranger but a few hoarse, discordant voices, shouting at intervals "Vive le Roi!" There remained likewise the six candles held by the inhabitants of the hostelry des Medici; that is to say, two for Cropole, two for Pittrino, and one for each scullion. Cropole never ceased repeating, "How good-looking the king is!
The unknown emptied the purse into his hand. It contained three double louis, which amounted to the six louis demanded by the host. But it was seven that Cropole had required. He looked, therefore, at the unknown, as much as to say, "And then?" "There remains one louis, does there not, master hotelier?" "Yes, monsieur, but "
I say this for your sake, Master Cropole, as well as for yours, Signor Pittrino." What answer could be made to this? It was necessary to thank the echevin for his kindness, which Cropole did. But Pittrino remained downcast and said he felt assured of what was about to happen. The visitor was scarcely gone when Cropole, crossing his arms, said: "Well, master, what is to be done?"
"We must efface the legend," said Pittrino, in a melancholy tone. "I have some excellent ivory-black; it will be done in a moment, and we will replace the Medici by the nymphs or the sirens, whichever you prefer." "No," said Cropole, "the will of my father must be carried out. My father considered " "He considered the figures of the most importance," said Pittrino.
"The king! the king!" repeated a noisy and eager crowd. "The king!" cried Cropole, abandoning his guest and his ideas of delicacy, to satisfy his curiosity. With Cropole were mingled, and jostled, on the staircase, Madame Cropole, Pittrino, and the waiters and scullions. The cortege advanced slowly, lighted by a thousand flambeaux, in the streets and from the windows.
He had spoken but two words to the host, to warn him that a traveler of the name of Parry would arrive, and to desire that, when he did, he should be shown up to him immediately. He afterwards preserved so profound a silence, that Cropole was almost offended, so much did he prefer people who were good company.
At length the noise of some heavy carts descending towards the Loire awakened Charles. He arose, looked around him like a man who has forgotten everything, perceived Parry, shook him by the hand, and commanded him to settle the reckoning with Master Cropole.
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