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No mercy for the vanquished, no pity for the victims! Once you revolt, you are a scoundrel! "Let us be grateful to Providence," said the curé, "and under Providence to Louis Bonaparte. He gathers around him the most distinguished men. The Count de Faverges will be made a senator." Next day they had a visit from Placquevent. "These gentlemen" had talked a great deal.
And, when he weighed these arguments, the physician regretted his weakness. As soon as he had gone, Heurtaux went to see Placquevent. Between old soldiers there should be mutual courtesy, but the rural guard, devoted though he was to Foureau, flatly refused to help him. The curé demonstrated to M. de Faverges that the hour had not come. It was necessary to give the Republic time to get used up.
The road from Tournebu would have a branch road in the direction of Angleville and leading towards the château of Faverges. It was a sacrifice which the commune took upon itself in the interest of the working-men. They dispersed. When Bouvard and Pécuchet re-entered their house, women's voices fell upon their ears.
The two friends had a keen sense of having been deceived. Each felt the other's disappointment more than his own. But politics had an exciting influence on them. When the election-day arrived they went to inspect the urns. Flacardoux had carried it! M. de Faverges had fallen back on the National Guard, without obtaining the epaulet of commander.
Madame Bordin gave five francs, in spite of her hatred of the Republic. M. de Faverges equipped a dozen men, and was not missing at the drill. Then he took up his quarters at the grocer's, and gave those who came in first a drink. The powerful then began fawning on the lower class. Everyone went after the working-men. People intrigued for the favour of being associated with them.
Bordeaux, Burgundy, and Malaga were amongst the wines sent round. M. de Faverges, who knew the people he had to deal with, made the champagne flow. The guests, touching glasses, drank to his success at the election; and more than three hours elapsed before they passed out into the smoking-room, where coffee was served.
When the days of June came, everyone was in favour of "flying to the relief of Paris"; but Foureau could not leave the mayoral premises, Marescot his office, the doctor his patients, or Girbal his firemen. M. de Faverges was at Cherbourg. Beljambe kept his bed. The captain grumbled: "They did not want me; so much the worse!" and Bouvard had the wisdom to put restraint on Pécuchet.
Bouvard and Pécuchet thought they should have been thanked for their present, or at least that an allusion should have been made to it; and they unbosomed themselves on the subject to Faverges and the doctor. What mattered wretched considerations of that sort? Vaucorbeil was delighted with the Revolution; so was the count. He execrated the Orléans family. They would never see them any more!
The old servant informed them that this was M. Vaucorbeil, a doctor of some reputation in the district. She mentioned that the other people of note were the Comte de Faverges, formerly a deputy, and an extensive owner of land and cattle; M. Foureau, who sold wood, plaster, all sorts of things; M. Marescot, the notary; the Abbé Jeufroy; and the widow Bordin, who lived on her private income.
And all three remained silent. M. de Faverges entered. He had a morocco case under his arm, like a solicitor; and, depositing it on the table, said: "These are pamphlets! They deal with reform a burning question; but here is a thing which no doubt belongs to you." And he handed Bouvard the second volume of the Mémoires du Diable.
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