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"No, my lord; it consisted of rambling, incoherent talk, as your Eminence may see by this note." Then, as he perceived the prelate approaching Father Rodin's door, Rousselet added, "The reverend father will positively see no one, my lord; he requires rest, to prepare for the operation; it might be dangerous " Without attending to these observations, the cardinal entered Rodin's chamber.
"You are needed no longer, Rousselet," said Mademoiselle de Corandeuil; "close the door as you go out." When she had been obeyed, the old maid turned gravely toward Aline, who was still dancing about the room, having seized her sister-in-law's hands in order to force her to share her childish joy.
Then, addressing Rousselet, "You are sure that you have reported everything that escaped from him during his delirium?" "With the exception of the same phrases, that he repeated over and over again, your Eminence may be assured that I have not omitted a single word, however unmeaning." "Show me into Father Rodin's room," said the prelate, after a moment's silence.
Do you know where Rousselet is? They say it is necessary to bleed him; and he is the only one who knows how to do it." "Whom do you mean, child? Is my husband wounded?" asked Clemence, turning pale. "No, not Christian; it is a gentleman I do not know; only for him I should have been drowned. Mon Dieu! can not Rousselet be found?" Aline left the room in great agitation.
In spite of his self-confidence, it was not without some emotion that Leonard Rousselet responded to this call to appear in the drawing-room before the person he most feared in the chateau. His bearing showed this feeling when he presented himself at the drawing-room door, where he stood as grave and silent as Banquo's ghost.
Here a sudden noise, like that of some piece of metal thrown angrily on the floor, was heard from the next room, in which was the sick man, and interrupted the prelate in his description. "I hope Father Rodin has not heard you talk of embalming him, my lord," said Rousselet, in a whisper: "his bed touches the partition, and almost everything is audible through it."
"You are needed no longer, Rousselet," said Mademoiselle de Corandeuil; "close the door as you go out." When she had been obeyed, the old maid turned gravely toward Aline, who was still dancing about the room, having seized her sister-in-law's hands in order to force her to share her childish joy.
Old aristocrat!" growled Rousselet secretly; but, not daring to show his ill humor, he replied in a bland voice: "If Mademoiselle had gone the same road that I did, with the same conveyance, she would know that it is a rather thirsty stretch. I stopped at the 'Femme-sans-Tete' to wash the dust down my parched throat.
"It means," said the coachman: "first, that Rousselet has nothing to do with it; I do not need anybody's help to punish an insignificant fellow like you; second, that you are going to receive your quietus in a trice." At these words he pushed his cap down over his ears and rolled up his sleeves, in order to give freer action to his large, broad hands.
It was that old idiot of a Rousselet and that old simpleton of a coachman of Mademoiselle de Corandeuil's who told tales about me. I could tell tales also if I liked." "But what motive could they have to send you away?" continued Marillac, "you are a clever workman.
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