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Updated: June 21, 2025


As Pierre grew used to the half-light, however, his attention was more particularly attracted by a recently painted full-length portrait of the Cardinal in ceremonial costume cassock of red moire, rochet of lace, and cappa thrown like a royal mantle over his shoulders.

Monsignor pushed me very gently with his two hands, saying, 'Restore the peace of the realm. Marshal Meilleraye drew me along, and so I went out with my rochet and camail, bestowing benedictions right and left; but this occupation did not prevent me from making all the reflections suitable to the difficulty in which I found myself.

Snip, thinking to cut a hood, would cut you out a codpiece; instead of a cassock he would make you a high-crowned hat; for a waistcoat he'd shape you out a rochet; on the pattern of a doublet he'd make you a thing like a frying-pan. Then his journeymen having stitched it up did jag it and pink it at the bottom, and so it looked like a pan to fry chestnuts.

The worthy Abbot of San-Lucar, in pontifical robes, with his mitre set with precious stones, his rochet and golden crosier, sat enthroned in imperial state among his clergy in the choir.

As Pierre grew used to the half-light, however, his attention was more particularly attracted by a recently painted full-length portrait of the Cardinal in ceremonial costume cassock of red moire, rochet of lace, and cappa thrown like a royal mantle over his shoulders.

There was a dowager whose aristocratic name appeared daily on the fourth page of the newspapers, attesting the merits of some kind of quack medicine; and a retired opera-singer, who, having been called Zenaide Rochet till she grew up in Montmartre, where she was born, had had a brilliant career as a star in Italy under the name of Zina Rochette.

The rooms of the old mansion are not packed with bales of cotton, but with men who have anxious minds and tortured bodies. A mournful darkness suddenly reigned; and outside, the incessant storm that rages in this country swept along like a river in spate. Little Rochet was dreaming in the liquid light of the lamp, with hands crossed on his breast, and the delicate profile of an exhausted saint.

"She shan't touch the car again." said the lieutenant. "It is too heavy." "Leave the controls alone," said Stewart, scowling at the driver. "Give me room ..." She caught the handle with her injured hand, and with a gasp, swung the Rochet into throbbing life.

"Monet," I say, "I think Rochet is a believer. Well, go to him. He may want you." Monet puts away his pipe, and goes off noiselessly. As to me, I go and wander about outside. On the poplar-lined road, in company with the furious rain and the darkness, I shall perhaps be able to master the flood of bitterness that sweeps over me.

His fat face quivered with delight, and the folds of his double chin spread out over his lace rochet. His cardinal's biretta seemed to swell with pride on his little, white and shining head. Never was a crown worn with such pride as that red cap.

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