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Updated: May 13, 2025
Some of the ladies returned his glance coquettishly, for Lemercier was 'beau garcon; others turned aside indignantly, and muttered something to the gentlemen dining with them.
"Hist, mon ami," said a deep voice beside Lemercier. "Look at those women, and do not wound their ears by a jest." Lemercier, offended by that rebuke, though too susceptible to good emotions not to recognise its justice, tried with feeble fingers to turn up his moustache, and to turn a defiant crest upon the rebuker.
As the two friends sauntered back towards the part of the Boulevards on which De Breze had parted company with them, Savarin quitted Lemercier suddenly, and crossed the street to accost a small party of two ladies and two men who were on their way to the Madeleine.
"General," replied M. Lemercier, "it is not merely the warrior that I esteem in Frederick; it is impossible to refrain from admiring a man who was a philosopher even on the throne." To this the First Consul replied, in a half ill-humoured tone, "Certainly, Lemercier; but Frederick's philosophy shall not prevent me from erasing his kingdom from the map of Europe."
He did not seem to listen to his companion, who was talking with quickness and vivacity, her fair face radiant with smiles. Lemercier looked at them as they passed by. "Sur mon ame," muttered Frederic to himself, "surely that is la belle Julie; and she has got back her truant poet at last."
He pointed to the puppet-show, round which a crowd, not of children alone, but of men-middle-aged and old-were collected; while sous were dropped into the tin handed round by a squalid boy. "And, mon ami," whispered De Breze to Lemercier, with the voice of a tempting fiend, "observe how Punch is without his dog." It was true. The dog was gone, its place supplied by a melancholy emaciated cat.
Permit me, Marquis, to submit to you the consideration whether Grarm Varn is a fair rendering of my name as truthfully printed on this card." The inscription on the card, thus drawn from its case and placed in Alain's hand, was No. Rue d'Anjou. The Marquis gazed at it as he might on a hieroglyphic, and passed it on to Lemercier in discreet silence.
Most probably the announcement will appear in a proclamation tomorrow, and our troops march forth to-morrow night. Should this be our last meeting on earth, say that Frederic Lemercier has finished his part in life with eclat." "Gallant friend," said De Breze, feebly seizing him by the arm, "if it be true that thy mortal career is menaced, die as thou hast lived.
While Lemercier thus soliloquised, Gustave, still looking down, was led across the street by his fair companion, and into the midst of the little group with whom Savarin had paused to speak. Accidentally brushing against Savarin himself, he raised his eyes with a start, about to mutter some conventional apology, when Julie felt the arm on which she leant tremble nervously.
He stammered out her naive, "Julie!" and then he stopped. "Oui, ta Julie! Petit ingrat! how I have sought for thee! how I have hungered for the sight of thee! That monster Savarin! he would not give me any news of thee. That is ages ago. But at least Frederic Lemercier, whom I saw since, promised to remind thee that I lived still. He did not do so, or I should have seen thee n'est ce, pas?"
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