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Gambetta was installed in the course of the month at the Palais Bourbon, next to us. It was brilliantly lighted every night, and my chef told me one of his friends, an excellent cook, was engaged, and that there would be a great many dinners. The Palais Bourbon had seen great entertainments in former days, when the famous Duc de Morny was President de la Chambre des Deputes.
Persignys and Morny there. Breakfast at Vaux with Marochettis on the 6th. Met Sigismond Krasinski's son Ladislas at his mother's. From Lord Clarendon G. C., April 6th.
These prisoners had been placed in Number Six Casemate. Further questions on the part of Louis Bonaparte, "What are these casemates?" And Morny had answered, "Cellars without air or daylight, twenty-four mètres long, eight wide, five high, dripping walls, damp pavements." Louis Bonaparte had asked, "Do they give them a truss of straw?" And Morny had said, "Not yet, we shall see by and by."
Morny and Walewsky held in the quasi-reigning family the positions, one of Royal bastard, the other of Imperial bastard. Who was Morny?
The Journal for 1867 begins with Usual engagements in the early part of the year. Circourt came in April, and we went together to Norwich. To Paris in April. Met Mrs. Grote and Hayward on the road. Morny gave me a card to see the Great Exhibition before it opened. A great banquet at the Embassy on the 25th. On the 30th with Chevalier to Lemaire's fabrique. He gave me my aluminium binocle.
"And I should be precious deaf if I hadn't heard it." "Well, ought we to take the boat and try and save her?" cried the boy passionately. "How do you know it's a her, my lad? I should say it was a him. It's the cock birds and not the hens that shout like that." "Bird!" cried Morny. "It was a human being." "Ah, it do sound something like it, my lad, but that aren't a human.
Ah, if it had been her sister there would have been no difficulty," and with his benumbed fingers he patted Jeanne's head as she remained on the floor plaiting the fringe of the sofa upon which he was seated. When the coffee had been drunk, the cups carried away and my sister also, there was a short silence. The Duc de Morny rose to take his leave, but my mother begged him to stay.
Her consent once gained, he had only to put her into a hackney-coach and drive to the Marseilles station. Why should they not start that very night? There was a train that left Paris at seven, he knew; in three days they might be on the shores of the Adriatic. Clarissa left the Rue de Morny at three o'clock that day.
The other's signed his name too quite a different hand. `Morny des Saix, Vicomte. H'm! Well, I suppose they are gentlemen." "Noblemen, uncle." "Bah! Noblemen wouldn't do a thing like that!" "What are those other words, uncle, under the last name?" "Um um um! `May God bless you for what you did to-day. Your friend till death. Why, Pickle, you ought to have been able to read that yourself."
His ideal man was Morny, as he curtly called him. He read the reports of the discussions of the Corps Legislatif, and laughed with glee over the slightest words that fell from Morny's lips. Ah, Morny was the man to sit upon your rascally republicans! And he would assert that only the scum detested the Emperor, for his Majesty desired that all respectable people should have a good time of it.
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