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Updated: June 27, 2025
Be wiser than that, my friends! Do not soil your hands either with the body of Carl Perousse or his ill-gotten dwelling. What we want for him is Disgrace, not Death! Death is far too easy! An innocent child may die; do not give to a false-hearted knave the simple exit common to the brave and true! Disgrace! disgrace!
To this last query, after a dead silence, during which every eye was fixed on the defaulting Minister, who, in the course of the Royal speech had seen every bulwark of his own intended defence torn away from him, Perousse, with an ashy white countenance answered: "Nothing!" And the silence around him continued; a silence more expressive than any outspoken word of scorn.
"If Jost has sold, Perousse will," said his neighbour; "The two are concerned together in the floating of the whole business." "And yet another piece of news!" put in Paul Zouche suddenly; "For if we talk of stocks and shares, we talk of money! What think you, my friends! I, Paul Zouche, have been offered payment for my poems! This very afternoon! Imagine! Will not the spheres fall?
"What is this man, Carl Perousse?" he went on "A man of the people whose oaths were sworn to the people, whom the people themselves brought into power because he promised to remain faithful to them! He is false, a traitor and political coward!
Then, remembering in good time, despite their excitement, that the manager of the Opera had done nothing to deserve injury to himself or his property, they paused in this work of destruction, and with the sudden caprice of children, gave out ringing cheers for him and for Pequita; while their uncertainty as to what to do next was settled for them by Paul Zouche, who, mounting on one of the pedestals which supported the columns of the entrance to the Opera, where his wild head, glittering eyes and eager face looked scarcely human, cried out: "Damnation to Carl Perousse!
Perousse smiled, and shrugged his shoulders deprecatingly. "However," continued the Marquis with latent contempt in his tone; "I now quite understand your complacent attitude! You have simply turned your 'Army Supplies Contract' into a 'Trust' Combine with other nations, so you will not lose, but rather gain by the transaction!"
"Why not?" queried Perousse lightly; "If the monarchy does not do as it is told, whip it like a naughty child and send it to bed. That has been easily arranged before now in history!" The Marquis sat silent, thinking, or rather brooding heavily. Should he, or should he not unburden himself of certain fears that oppressed his mind? He cleared his throat of a troublesome huskiness and began,
There shone the great sapphire his own signet and to his excited fancy its blue glimmer emitted a witch-like glow of menace. Meanwhile the King was speaking. "You are just a few minutes late, Marquis!" he said; "Had you come a little earlier, you would have met M. Perousse, who has matters of import to discuss with you." Here he moved aside from those immediately in hearing.
Whereat the broker had replied that it was not his custom to give away his clients' business, and that threats were unworthy of a statesman. Then Perousse had become as friendly as he had been before menacing; and the two had gone out of the office and lunched together.
"What afflicts you with these sudden pangs of distrust at your position? You have taken care to provide for all your own people! What more can you desire?" Lutera hesitated; then he said slowly: "I think there is only one thing for me to do, and that is to send in my resignation at once!" Carl Perousse raised himself a little out of his chair, and opened his narrow eyes.
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