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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Difficult it may be," replied the First Consul to the report of Marescot, "but is it possible?" "I think so," said the general, "with extraordinary efforts." "Ah, well! let us set out," said Bonaparte. From Geneva to Villeneuve the journey was easy, and vessels carried provisions to that point. The First Consul had carefully arranged places for revictualling all along the road.
The spies of Austria reaped new satisfaction from this consular review: meanwhile Napoleon had halted but two hours at Dijon; and, travelling all night, arrived the next day, at Geneva. Here he was met by Marescot, who had been employed in exploring the wild passes of the Great St. Bernard, and received from him an appalling picture of the difficulties of marching an army by that route into Italy.
When the days of June came, everyone was in favour of "flying to the relief of Paris"; but Foureau could not leave the mayoral premises, Marescot his office, the doctor his patients, or Girbal his firemen. M. de Faverges was at Cherbourg. Beljambe kept his bed. The captain grumbled: "They did not want me; so much the worse!" and Bouvard had the wisdom to put restraint on Pécuchet.
And the next moment he disappeared, in the machinist's clutch, into the recess of the window. Gorju came to his assistance. "Let him alone! He's a decent fellow." They clenched. The door flew open, and Marescot, on the threshold, announced the decision of the council. Hurel had suggested his doing so.
Marescot, a man of literary taste, retorted that Molière would not pass muster any longer, and was, furthermore, a little overrated. "Finally," said the count, "Victor Hugo has been pitiless yes, pitiless towards Marie Antoinette, by dragging over the hurdle the type of the Queen in the character of Mary Tudor." "What!" exclaimed Bouvard, "I, an author, I have no right "
Bouvard, more self-possessed, picked up the broken pieces one by one; and some time afterwards this idea occurred to him: "Marescot, through jealousy, might have been making fools of us!" "How?" "There's nothing to show me that the soup-tureen was not genuine! Whereas the other specimens which he pretended to admire are perhaps counterfeit." And so the day closed with uncertainties and regrets.
Marescot praised them, and then talked about other kinds of faïence, the Hispano-Arabian, the Dutch, the English, and the Italian, and having dazzled them with his erudition: "Might I see your soup-tureen again?" He made it ring by rapping on it with his fingers, then he contemplated the two S's painted on the lid. "The mark of Rouen!" said Pécuchet. "Ho! ho!
Beljambe had often reckoned in a dream the number of travellers he would have next day at his inn; and Petit told about the supper of Cazotte. The curé then made this reflection: "Why do we not see into it quite easily?" "The demons is that what you say?" asked Vaucorbeil. Instead of again opening his lips, the abbé nodded his head. Marescot spoke of the Pythia of Delphi.
On the opposite side could be seen the mayor and his two deputies, Beljambe and Marescot; then the principal personages of the district, M. de Faverges, Vaucorbeil, Coulon, the justice of the peace, an old fogy with a sleepy face. Heurtaux wore a foraging-cap, and Alexandre Petit, the new schoolmaster, had put on his frock-coat, a threadbare green garment his Sunday coat.
The old servant informed them that this was M. Vaucorbeil, a doctor of some reputation in the district. She mentioned that the other people of note were the Comte de Faverges, formerly a deputy, and an extensive owner of land and cattle; M. Foureau, who sold wood, plaster, all sorts of things; M. Marescot, the notary; the Abbé Jeufroy; and the widow Bordin, who lived on her private income.
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