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On Count Martin's yellowed face two or three wrinkles appeared. He was smiling. "The decree," continued Loyer, "will be published tomorrow. I accompanied myself the clerk who took it to the printer. It was surer. In Grevy's time, and Grevy was not an idiot, decrees were intercepted in the journey from the Elysee to the Quai Voltaire." And Loyer threw himself on a chair.
That badly dressed man with long hair, who, under his dusty coat, resembled a clown, inspired so little confidence in him that he suspected a snare, perhaps a bad joke. "Monsieur Loyer is Keeper of the Seals," said Count Martin. "General, you cannot refuse," Loyer said. "I have said you will accept. If you hesitate, it will be favoring the offensive return of Garain. He is a traitor."
When Le Loyer, in 1586, boldly set out to found a 'science of spectres, he carefully distinguished between his method, and the want of method observable in the telling of ghost stories. He began by drawing up long lists of apparitions which are not spectres, or ghosts, but the results of madness, malady, drink, fanaticism, illusions and so forth.
The two Ministers looked vainly in the theatre and in the corridors for the General. On the advice of the ushers, they went behind the scenes. Two ballet-dancers were standing sadly, with a foot on the bar placed against the wall. Here and there men in evening dress and women in gauze formed groups almost silent. Loyer and Martin-Belleme, when they entered, took off their hats.
The two Ministers looked vainly in the theatre and in the corridors for the General. On the advice of the ushers, they went behind the scenes. Two ballet-dancers were standing sadly, with a foot on the bar placed against the wall. Here and there men in evening dress and women in gauze formed groups almost silent. Loyer and Martin-Belleme, when they entered, took off their hats.
Mine bleeds and moans under a rain of stones and of oyster-shells. Do the French, my love, really throw stones at Monsieur Choulette?" While Therese reassured Miss Bell, Loyer, imperious and somewhat noisy, caused the door of the box to be opened. He appeared wet and spattered with mud. "I come from the Elysee," he said.
We have made your friend, old Lariviere, Minister of War, without consulting him. I have to warn him." He thought he could find him in the boulevard cafe, where military men go. But Count Martin knew the General was in the theatre. "I must find him," said Loyer. Bowing to Therese, he said: "You permit me, Countess, to take your husband?"
On Count Martin's yellowed face two or three wrinkles appeared. He was smiling. "The decree," continued Loyer, "will be published tomorrow. I accompanied myself the clerk who took it to the printer. It was surer. In Grevy's time, and Grevy was not an idiot, decrees were intercepted in the journey from the Elysee to the Quai Voltaire." And Loyer threw himself on a chair.
"I believe as you do," replied Lariviere; "the present army fills the superior necessities of national defence." "The use of big armies," continued Loyer, "is to make war impossible. One would be crazy to engage in a war these immeasurable forces, the management of which surpasses all human faculty. Is not this your opinion, General?" General Lariviere winked.
That Loyer is a bad man, harsh to the unfortunate, to the weak, and to the humble. And Garain, don't you think his mind is disgusting? Do you remember the first time I dined at your house and we talked of Napoleon? Your hair, twisted above your neck, and shot through by a diamond arrow, was adorable. Paul Vence said subtle things. Garain did not understand. You asked for my opinion."
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