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Updated: June 26, 2025
Frantz Niklausse, then, loved Suzel Van Tricasse, but quietly, as a man would love when he has ten years before him in which to obtain the beloved object. Once every week, at an hour agreed upon, Frantz went to fetch Suzel, and took a walk with her along the banks of the Vaar.
I know not what excitement urged him to take part in it, but he controlled himself, and went off to announce throughout the neighbourhood that a hostile meeting was about to take place between the Burgomaster Van Tricasse and the Counsellor Niklausse. The last incident proves to what a pitch of excitement the Quiquendonians had been wrought.
"And in how many months," he asked in a somewhat emphatic tome, "do you say that your work will be finished?" "In three or four months, Monsieur the burgomaster," replied Doctor Ox. "Three or four months, it's a very long time!" said Van Tricasse. "Altogether too long!" added Niklausse, who, not being able to keep his seat, rose also.
There is no need for a month yet." "Nor even for a year," replied Niklausse, unfolding his pocket-handkerchief and calmly applying it to his nose. There was another silence of nearly a quarter of an hour. Nothing disturbed this repeated pause in the conversation; not even the appearance of the house-dog Lento, who, not less phlegmatic than his master, came to pay his respects in the parlour.
"And you insult me equally by doubting my patriotism," cried Niklausse, who was equally ready for a tussle. "I tell you, monsieur, that the army of Quiquendone shall be put in motion within two days!" "And I repeat to you, monsieur, that forty-eight hours shall not pass before we shall have marched upon the enemy!"
"Does it not seem to you, my good Van Tricasse, that humanity is destined to dwell rather at such heights, than to crawl about on the surface of our globe?" "I agree with you, honest Niklausse," returned the burgomaster, "I agree with you. You seize sentiment better when you get clear of nature. You breathe it in every sense!
"I believe he did," replied the burgomaster, carrying his hand with majestic deliberation to his ample brow; "but the worthy man died without having dared to make up his mind, either as to this or any other administrative measure. He was a sage. Why should I not do as he did?" Counsellor Niklausse was incapable of originating any objection to the burgomaster's opinion.
"I shall not fail to do so," returned Van Tricasse, "and I shall take Madame Van Tricasse, as well as our daughter Suzel and our dear Tatanémance, who all dote on good music." "Mademoiselle Suzel is going then?" "Certainly, Niklausse." "Then my son Frantz will be one of the first to arrive," said Niklausse. "A spirited boy, Niklausse," replied the burgomaster sententiously; "but hot-headed!
The boxes, the orchestra, the pit, were overflowing. In the front stalls sat the Burgomaster Van Tricasse, Mademoiselle Van Tricasse, Madame Van Tricasse, and the amiable Tatanémance in a green bonnet; not far off were the Counsellor Niklausse and his family, not forgetting the amorous Frantz.
"We shall see, stupid beast!" cried the burgomaster, "we shall see what figure you will make in this war, and in what rank you will march!" "In the rank that precedes yours, you silly old fool!" replied Niklausse. Then there were other cries, and it seemed as if bodies were rolling over each other. What was going on? Why were these dispositions so quickly changed?
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