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In such a place the Count de Charolais hid Madame Courchamp, the wife of the Clerk of the Privy Council; Monsieur de Monthulé, the daughter of Haudry, the farmer of La Croix Saint Lenfroy; the Prince de Conti, the two beautiful baker women of L'Ile Adam; the Duke of Buckingham, poor Pennywell, etc.
This gentleman was M. Haudry, with whose servants she had been invited to dine. This once proud aristocrat, who, in the wreck of the Revolution, had lost both wealth and rank, now saw Madame Roland elevated as far above him as he had formerly been exalted above her. She remembered the many scenes in which her spirit had been humiliated by haughty assumptions.
"He believes in my oil?" said Cesar, "then put him down, dear child." "I have put down all my proteges," said Cesarine. "Put Monsieur Mitral, my bailiff; Monsieur Haudry, our doctor, as a matter of form, he won't come." "Yes, he will, for his game of cards." "Now, Cesar, I do hope you mean to invite the Abbe Loraux to the dinner," said Constance. "I have already written to him," said Cesar.
Oppressed with this inward harmony, Cesar took the arm of his wife and whispered, in a voice suffocated by a rush of blood that was still repressed: "I am not well." Constance, alarmed, led him to her bedroom; he reached it with difficulty, and fell into a chair, saying: "Monsieur Haudry, Monsieur Loraux."
"At half-past nine." "Clemence," he said, "take every precaution; consult Doctor Desplein and old Haudry." "I shall consult nothing but my heart and my courage." "I shall leave you free; you will not see me till twelve o'clock." "Won't you keep me company this evening? I feel so much better." After attending to some business, Jules returned to his wife, recalled by her invincible attraction.
You see by your own self, I may be a good fellow and yet be turned out of house and home, I, the glory of the family " "The disgrace of it!" cried the Descoings. "You shall leave this room, or you shall kill me!" cried Joseph, springing on his brother with the fury of a lion. "My God! my God!" cried Agathe, trying to separate the brothers. At this moment Bixiou and Haudry the doctor entered.
The poor woman was seized with apoplexy, and she only recovered consciousness at four in the afternoon; old Haudry, her doctor, then said that, in spite of this improvement, she ought to settle her worldly affairs and think of her salvation. She herself only uttered two words: "Three millions!"
At the end of three terrible days, during which his reason was in danger, the strong constitution of the Tourangian peasant triumphed; his head grew clear. Monsieur Haudry ordered stimulants and generous diet, and before long, after an occasional cup of coffee, Cesar was on his feet again. Constance, wearied out, took her husband's place in bed.
You see by your own self, I may be a good fellow and yet be turned out of house and home, I, the glory of the family " "The disgrace of it!" cried the Descoings. "You shall leave this room, or you shall kill me!" cried Joseph, springing on his brother with the fury of a lion. "My God! my God!" cried Agathe, trying to separate the brothers. At this moment Bixiou and Haudry the doctor entered.
They were talking as doctors usually talk among themselves when the farce of a consultation is over. "He is a dead man," quoth Dr. Haudry. "He had not a month to live," added Desplein, "unless a miracle takes place." These were the words overheard by the hairdresser. Like all hairdressers, he kept up a good understanding with his customers' servants.
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