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"Of course not," she answered. "Is he like the Cure, or Monsieur De la Riviere, or Monsieur Garon, or Monsieur Medallion?" "He's different," she said hesitatingly. "Better or worse?" "More more" she did not know what to say "more interesting." "Is he like the Judge Honourable that comes from Montreal, or the grand Governor, or the General that travels with the Governor?"
Monsieur Garon and Valmond talked on, eager, responsive, Valmond lost in the discussion of Napoleon, Garon in the man before him. By pregnant allusions, by a map drawn hastily on the ground here, and an explosion of secret history there, did Valmond win to a sort of worship this fine little Napoleonic scholar, who had devoured every book on his hero which had come in his way since boyhood.
When Medallion had finished he raised his glass and said: "Garon, I drink to home and woman!" He waited. The Avocat's eyes drew away from the candles again, and he came to his feet suddenly, swaying slightly as he did so.
It sprang from his wit, and from his knowledge of Napoleon and the Napoleonic history, a knowledge which had sent Monsieur Garon into tears of joy in his own home, and afterwards off to the Manor House and also to the Seigneury, full of praise of him. Catching sight of the sergeant, the significance of the thing flashed to his brain, and his course was mapped out on the instant.
Then Monsieur Garon read the conditions: "That Farette the miller should have a deed of the land on which his mill was built, with the dam of the mill provided that Armand should never so much as by a word again address Julie, the miller's wife. If he agreed to the condition, with solemn oath before the Cure, his blessing would rest upon his dear son, whom he still hoped to see before he died."
Tall Medallion longed to say something, but he waited for the Cure to speak. "What is your mind, Monsieur le Cure?" asked De la Riviere testily. "My dear friend, Monsieur Garon, has answered for us both," replied the Cure quietly. "Do you mean to say that you will not act with me to stop this thing," he urged "not even for the safety of the people?"
"Evening, Garon. Live the Code Napoleon! Pipes for two." A change came slowly over the Avocat. His eyes drew away from that vista between the candles, and the strange distant look faded out of them. "Great is the Code Napoleon!" he said mechanically. Then, presently: "Ah, my friend, Medallion!" His first words were the answer to a formula which always passed between them on meeting.
She could not resist the delicate malice of the exclamation, she imitated the gaucherie so delightfully. Valmond did not fail to see her meaning, but he was too wise to show it. He hardly knew how it was he had answered her unhesitatingly in English, for it had been his purpose to avoid speaking English in Pontiac. Presently Madame Chalice caught sight of Monsieur Garon coming from the house.
To Madame Chalice he left all his personal effects, ornaments, and relics, save a certain decoration given the old sergeant, and a ring once worn by the Emperor Napoleon. These were for a gift to "dear Monsieur Garon, who has honoured me with his distinguished friendship; and I pray that our mutual love for the same cause may give me some title to his remembrance."
At the moment that the Cure and Medallion the auctioneer came down the street together towards the Louis Quinze, talking amiably, this singular gentleman was throwing out hot pennies, with a large spoon, from a tray in his hand, calling on the children to gather them, in French which was not the French of Pontiac or Quebec; and this refined accent the Cure was quick to detect, as Monsieur Garon the avocat, standing on the outskirts of the crowd, had done, some moments before.
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