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"You take a heavy responsibility," he said, "a heavy charge, Messer Blondel. What if harm come of it?" Blondel shrugged his shoulders. "You have no wife, Messer Blondel." The Fourth Syndic stared. What did the man mean? "You have no daughters," Petitot continued, a slight quaver in his tone.
In sense and vigour the Fourth Syndic was more than a match for the two precisians: but honesty of purpose has a weight of its own that slowly makes itself felt. "That is not all," Baudichon repeated after a glance at his neighbour and ally Petitot, "I want to know "
Her great-grandfather was the Duc de Chatillon, and she is great-granddaughter, or something that way, of Madame de Montespan, and her husband grand-nephew straight to Madame de la Valliere: their superb hotel is filled with pictures of all sizes, from miniatures by Petitot to full-lengths by Mignard, of illustrious and interesting family pictures in particular, Mignard's "La Valliere en Madeleine;" we returned to it again and again, as though we could never see it enough.
"You will greatly relieve me." "Ay, indeed, I hope it is so," Petitot murmured. "I will see, and and return," Blondel repeated, beginning to stammer. "I I shall not be a minute." The struggle for composure was vain; his head was on fire, his limbs twitched. Had it come? Yet when he reached the door he paused, afraid to open. What if it were not the remedium, what if it were some trifle?
Madame de Montespan, in great alarm, has told me that you wished to leave me. You leave me, my good friend! Where will you find a sky so pure and soft as the sky of France? Where will you find a King more tenderly attached to men of merit, more particularly, to my dear and illustrious Petitot?" At these words, pronounced with emotion, the artist felt the tears come into his eyes.
They only concern, so far, your ministers, I should say, your priests; you are not one, and are never likely to be; what do these new orders of the Council matter to you?" "Madame," resumed Petitot, "our ministers, by preaching the holy gospel, fulfil the first of their duties. The King forbids them to preach; then, he persecutes them and us.
What do you say, Messer Baudichon?" "Messer Blondel knows the man," Baudichon answered drily. "He is, therefore, the best judge." Blondel reddened. "I see you are determined to lay the responsibility on me," he cried. "The responsibility is on you already!" Petitot retorted. "You have decided. I trust it may turn out as you expect." "And as you do not expect!"
Here the lawyer drew a paper out of his pocket, fixed a pair of spectacles on his nose, and studied the document intently "Yes! it reads in this way: Everything of which I die possessed to my son, Cyrillon Vergniaud, born out of wedlock, but as truly my son in the sight of God, as Ninette Bernadin was his mother, and my wife, though never so legalised before the world, but fully acknowledged by me before God, and before the Church which I have served and disobeyed. A curious wording!" said Petitot, nodding his head a great many times "Very curious!
"Dispose of them!" began Petitot amazedly. Young Vergniaud interrupted him by a slight gesture. "Pardon me, Monsieur, if I ask you to conclude this interview! For the present, I want nothing else in the world but to get to Rome as quickly as possible! apres ca, le deluge!"
"Yes, in the case of wise and honest men like yourself, my good friend Petitot; but just as all your brothers have not your talents, so they have not your rectitude and loyalty, which are known to me." "Sire, your Majesty overwhelms me; but I beg you to be persuaded that my brothers have been calumniated."
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