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As he passed out of the house into the grounds, he observed Gorju smoking his pipe with folded arms. "You employ this fellow? I would not put much confidence in him in a time of disturbance." And M. de Faverges sprang lightly into his tilbury. Why did their servant-maid seem to be afraid of him? They questioned her, and she told them she had been employed on his farm.
Mélie, just now, had been reading it in the kitchen; and, as one ought to watch over the morals of persons of that class, he thought he was doing the right thing in confiscating the book. Bouvard had lent it to his servant-maid. They chatted about novels. Madame Bordin liked them when they were not dismal. "Writers," said M. de Faverges, "paint life in colours that are too flattering."
Marescot could stand this no longer. "It goes too far, this stage of yours!" "That I grant you," said the count "plays that glorify suicide." "Suicide is a fine thing! Witness Cato," protested Pécuchet. Without replying to the argument, M. de Faverges stigmatised those works in which the holiest things are scoffed at: the family, property, marriage. "Well, and Molière?" said Bouvard.
At a later period, in the spring, they met M. de Faverges, who apprised them of the expedition to Rome. We should not attack the Italians, but we should require guaranties. Otherwise our influence would be destroyed. Nothing would be more legitimate than this intervention. Bouvard opened his eyes wide. "On the subject of Poland, you expressed a contrary opinion." "It is no longer the same thing."
With common sense and study of the subject, they would get through it beyond a doubt. But they should first see how others carried on operations, and so they drew up a letter in which they begged of M. de Faverges to do them the honour of allowing them to visit the lands which he cultivated. The count made an appointment immediately to meet them.
The party numbered seventeen, including two sturdy agriculturists, the sub-prefect of Bayeux and one person from Cherbourg. M. de Faverges begged his guests to excuse the countess, who was absent owing to a headache; and, after some commendations of the pears and grapes, which filled four baskets at the corners, he asked about the great news the project of a descent on England by Changarnier.
Everybody, through eagerness to make their acquaintance, accepted their invitation, except the Count de Faverges, who had been summoned to the capital by business. They fell back on M. Hurel, his factotum.
The abbé, desirous to convince Girbal, began an attack on Voltaire. Coulon fell asleep. M. de Faverges avowed his devotion to Chambord. "The bees furnish an argument for monarchy." "But the ants for the Republic." However, the doctor adhered to it no longer. "You are right," said the sub-prefect; "the form of government matters little." "With liberty," suggested Pécuchet.
M. de Faverges one evening came to look for the curé, in order to tell him that the Count de Chambord had arrived in Normandy. Joinville, according to Foureau, had made preparations with his sailors to put down "these socialists of yours." Heurtaux declared that Louis Napoleon would shortly be consul. The factories had stopped. Poor people wandered in large groups about the country.
The spirit-rappers had alighted at the château of Faverges, and thence had spread through the village; and the notary questioned them particularly. Shocked at Bouvard's scepticism, he invited the two friends to an evening party at table-turning. Was this a trap? Madame Bordin was to be there. Pécuchet went alone.
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