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"Will you be kind enough, Monsieur," she said, "to let me know whom I have the honor of receiving?" "I am Monsieur de Camors." "Ah! Then I have excuses also to make. It was probably you whom we saw this morning. We have been very rude my daughter and I but we were ignorant of your arrival; and Reuilly has been so long deserted."
"It certainly is not a public way, Monsieur le Comte," replied Leonard. "Then what do these ladies mean by using this road?" "Bless me, Monsieur le Comte, it is so long since any of the owners have been at Reuilly! These ladies mean no harm by passing through your woods; and sometimes they even stop at the chateau while my wife gives them fresh milk.
It was agreed upon that Madame de Camors should remain in the country until her health was reestablished: only her husband expressed the desire that she should reside ordinarily on his estate at Reuilly, the chateau on which had recently been restored with the greatest taste. Madame de Tecle felt the propriety of this arrangement.
"Yes, General, a little property which belonged to my mother; a small manor, with a little land round it, called Reuilly." "Reuilly! Not two steps from Des Rameures! Certainly certainly! Well, that is one foot in the stirrup." "But then there is one difficulty; I am obliged to sell it." "The devil! And why?"
He had been at Reuilly since that morning, and called on Madame de Tecle, where he learned his overture was accepted. Once having resolved on this monstrous action, he was determined to carry it through in the most correct manner, and we know he was master of all social arts.
From the lips of the priest at Reuilly, whom he called on next day, Camors learned some of these details, while the old man practiced the violoncello with his heavy spectacles on his nose.
The same evening he left Paris to join his wife, who had gone to Reuilly the preceding week. One of the sweetest sensations in the world is that of a man who has just escaped the fantastic terrors of night mare; and who, awaking, his fore head bathed with icy sweat, says to himself, "It was only a dream!"
But I must say, he does not possess my confidence. May we never regret our triumph. It was now five years since the electors of Reuilly had sent the Comte de Camors to the Corps Legislatif, and they had seen no cause to regret their choice. He understood marvellously well their little local interests, and neglected no occasion of forwarding them.
On one of these, called l'Isle aux Bourdons, the provisions and stores for the beleaguered city were shipped and transhipped, and carried down to Orleans when the wind lay in that quarter. It was at Reuilly that Dunois met the Maid, still chafing from her thwarted plan of attacking the English in their stronghold at Saint Jean le Blanc, and she appears to have shown him her displeasure.
People took off their hats as they passed and shouted "Long live the Representatives!" But that was all. They were thirsty and weary. In the Rue de Reuilly a man came out of a door with a bottle in his hand, and offered them drink. Sartin joined them on the way.
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