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The Sultan had failed to carry out his promises in adjusting these disputed points. And all Europe trembled when the great Prince Menschikof, with imposing suite and threatening aspect, appeared at Constantinople, demanding immediate settlement of the dispute. Turkey was paralyzed with fright, until England sent her great diplomatist Lord Stratford de Redcliffe and France hers, M. de Lacour.
Even in the Academy they were taking it up in order to demonstrate that the youth of ancient Athens had diverted itself in a somewhat similar way. . . . And Lacour had dreamed all his life of an Athenian republic. At these reunions, Desnoyers became acquainted with the Lauriers.
Fouché, I will enable you to redeem your pledge to the emperor." Four days passed away, and yet the minister of police heard nothing from Lacour.
So Rene Lacour remained permanently in the house on the avenida Victor Hugo, after the nuptial ceremony witnessed by a dozen people. Don Marcelo had had dreams of other things for his daughter a grand wedding to which the daily papers would devote much space, a son-in-law with a brilliant future . . . but ay, this war! Everybody was having his fondest hopes dashed to pieces every few hours.
It was necessary to climb this roadway very cautiously. They were within reach of the enemy, and an automobile might attract the attention of their gunners. "A little fatiguing, this climb," he continued. "Courage, Senator Lacour! . . . We are almost there." They began to meet artillerymen, many of them not in uniform but wearing the military kepis.
Every new celebrity immediately suggested to him the idea of giving a dinner. No illustrious person passing through Paris, polar explorer or famous singer, could escape being exhibited in the dining room of Lacour. The son of Desnoyers at whom he had scarcely glanced before now inspired him with sudden interest.
He still remained close to the wall, and his lips stirred, as though to emphasize each sentence in the letter by a slight movement of the chin. No doubt he knew its contents by heart. "Then you are Zephyrin Lacour, are you not?" asked Helene. He began to laugh and wagged his head. "Come in, my lad; don't stay out there."
The heart of the poet was filled with joy when he heard from his friend that at last Valdorême had come to regard his union with Tenise in the light of reason. Caspilier, as he embraced Lacour, admitted that perhaps there was something to be said for his wife after all.
He paid scarcely any attention to the affairs which the Chief was so courteously showing them the caverns which served the soldiers as toilet rooms and bathrooms of most primitive arrangement, the cave with the sign, "Cafe de la Victoire," another in fanciful lettering, "Theatre." . . . Lacour was taking a lively interest in all this, lauding the French gaiety which laughs and sings in the presence of danger, while his friend continued brooding about Julio.
Both were published privately in 1865, with notes by Louis Lacour. The narration of the priest is dreadful in its simplicity and minuteness of detail. It may be summed up briefly here, because it is the testimony of an eye-witness who knew Christina. Christina, with the marquis and a large retinue, was at Fontainebleau in November, 1657.
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