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He got no farther; for M. de Laval, springing forward, seized my hand and saluted me warmly. "Why, your excellency," he cried, in a tone of boundless surprise, "what are you doing in this GALERE! All last evening I waited for you, at my house, and now " "Here I am," I answered jocularly, "in charge it seems, M. le Comte!" "MON DIEU!" he cried. "I don't understand it!" I shrugged my shoulders.
This declaration was followed by a silence that had the character of stupor. At last Duplessis said, "But what has Louvier to do in this galere? Louvier is no relation of that well-born vaurien; why should he summon your family council?"
"Now, Damon, make the most of your opportunities," whispered he, as he passed by. "Vogue la galère!" Vogue la galère, indeed!
They parted with a long, lingering pressure of the hand, which haunted her young palm all night in dreams. Argemone got into the carriage, Lancelot jumped into the dog-cart, took the reins, and relieved his heart by galloping Sandy up the hill, and frightening the returning coachman down one bank and his led horses up the other. 'Vogue la Galere, Lancelot?
He took a pair of compasses and measured the extent of existence that the morning had cost him. "I have scarcely enough for two months!" he said. A cold sweat broke out over him; moved by an ungovernable spasm of rage, he seized the Magic Skin, exclaiming: "I am a perfect fool!" He rushed out of the house and across the garden, and flung the talisman down a well. "Vogue la galere," cried he.
"You think, then," said he, "that discontent is peculiar to the destitute?" "Monsieur," replied the little barber, "a plutocrat knows too well that if he mixes in that 'galere' there 's not a dog in the streets more lost than he." Shelton rose. "The rain is over.
As if I had anything to do with the galère, except to sit down in it, the most helpless of galley-slaves, and blindly submit to the gyves and chains of Madame de Marignan, who, regarding me as the lawful captive of her bow and spear, carried me off at once to a vacant causeuse in a distant corner.
[Paris,] October 29. Breakfasted at Beauvais, and saw its magnificent cathedral unfinished it has been left, and unfinished it will remain, of course, the fashion of cathedrals being passed away. But even what exists is inimitable, the choir particularly, and the grand front. Beauvais is called the Pucelle, yet, so far as I can see, she wears no stays I mean, has no fortifications. On we run, however. Vogue la galère; et voil
She looked much too young and smart and good-looking for the ordinary type of "investigator," and I could not refrain from asking how she had come into this galère. She explained her position readily, and it was very interesting to me.
Good shoulders enough, a little marked, traces of smallpox, perhaps, but white. . . . . Crac! from the sergent-de- ville's broad palm on the white shoulder! Now look! Vogue la galere!
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