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"But I have business with you," replied the big domestic, placing himself in front of him and balancing himself first on his toes then on his heels, with a motion like the wooden rocking-horses children play with. "Come here, Rousselet; are you wheezy or foundered?"
Two knocks at the outer door of the next room interrupted this scene. From motives of prudence, Father d'Aigrigny had begged Rousselet to remain in the first of the three rooms. He now went to open the door, and Rousselet handed him a voluminous packet, saying: "I beg pardon for disturbing you, father, but I was told to let you have these papers instantly."
Father d'Aigrigny fetched it for him, and while the cardinal held him up with marked disgust, the abbe administered a few spoonfuls of the potion, which almost immediately produced a soothing effect. "Shall I call M. Rousselet?" said Father d'Aigrigny, when Rodin was once more laid down in bed.
This call produced no effect upon the animal section of the actors in this scene, but it caused a sudden change among the servants and a few of the hunters; the shouts of encouragement ceased at once; several of the participants prudently tried to efface themselves; as to Rousselet, more politic than the others, he boldly darted into the melee and picked up the fainting puppy in his arms, carrying her as tenderly as a mother would an infant, without troubling himself whether or not he was leaving part of his coat-tails with the savage hounds.
I am not thinking of him," cried the cardinal, interrupting Ange Modeste Rousselet with his pagan oath, and raising his sharp voice to a still higher key; "I am not thinking of him, but of the interests of the Company. It is indispensable that the reverend father should receive the sacraments with the most splendid solemnity, and that his end should not only be Christian, but exemplary.
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.
"Madame," replied Rousselet, forced from his last refuge, "there were two young men taking their refection, and one of them wore a beard no longer than a goat's. Madame will pardon me if I allow myself to use this vulgar expression, but Madame wished to know all." "And the other young man?" "The other had his facial epidermis shaved as close as a lady's or mine.
Almost immediately after, the door opened, and the prelate saw enter a man of about twenty-five years of age, carrying on his arm an old olive great-coat and threadbare black trousers, which he threw down upon a chair. This personage was Ange Modeste Rousselet, chief pupil of Dr.
The cardinal, interrupting Rousselet, said to him, "Did Father Rodin have his last fit of delirium in the night?" "Between three and half-past five this morning, my lord." "Between three and half-past five," repeated the prelate, as if he wished to impress this circumstance on his memory, "the attack presented no particular symptoms?"
At this sight Clemence supported herself against the framework of the window, and Marillac hurriedly left the room. Pere Rousselet, who had at last been found in the kitchen, advanced majestically, eating an enormous slice of bread and butter. "Good heavens! have you arrived at last?" exclaimed Bergenheim.
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