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Lorraine, her eyes dim with gentle tears, held out both slender hands; Tricasse bent low and touched them with his grizzled mustache. Then he straightened up, frowned at his men, and said "Attention!" in a very fierce voice. The half-starved fellows shuffled into a single rank; their faces were wreathed in sheepish smiles.
When Jack had finished his reading, he looked up at Tricasse, folding the letters and placing them in his breast, where the flat steel box was. "Letters from Paris," he said. "The Uhlans have appeared in the Eure-et-Seine and at Melun. They are arming the forts and enceinte, and the city is being provisioned for a siege." "Paris!" blurted out Tricasse, aghast. Jack nodded, silently.
No event of less importance could have so moved Commissary Passauf, who in no degree yielded the palm to the burgomaster himself for calmness and phlegm. On a sign from Van Tricasse for the worthy man could not have articulated a syllable the bar was pushed back and the door opened. Commissary Passauf flung himself into the antechamber. One would have thought there was a hurricane.
It was in this peaceful dwelling that the burgomaster reckoned on attaining the utmost limit of human existence, after having, however, seen the good Madame Brigitte Van Tricasse, his wife, precede him to the tomb, where, surely, she would not find a more profound repose than that she had enjoyed on earth for sixty years. This demands explanation.
The burgomaster and the counsellor, absolutely astounded, looked at each other speechless. This passed their comprehension. If the old culverin of the château, which had not been used since 1385, had been let off in the parlour, the dwellers in the Van Tricasse mansion would not have been more dumbfoundered. Meanwhile, the blows and cries were redoubled.
Tricasse dragged a dilapidated cane-chair from the dirt-cave and placed it before Lorraine as though he were inviting her to an imperial throne. "Thank you," she said, sweetly, and seated herself, not relinquishing Jack's hand. Two tin basins of soup were brought to them; they ate it, soaking bits of crust in it. The men pretended not to watch them.
Van Tricasse retorted with a rude expression. The counsellor responded by an insulting allusion to the burgomaster's age, destined as he was, by his family traditions, to marry a second time. The burgomaster went down twenty steps more, and warned Niklausse that this should not pass thus.
"There I have witnessed such an altercation as Monsieur the burgomaster, they have been talking politics!" "Politics!" repeated Van Tricasse, running his fingers through his wig. "Politics!" resumed Commissary Passauf, "which has not been done for perhaps a hundred years at Quiquendone.
Van Tricasse, the burgomaster, was forced to make police regulations concerning the domestic animals, as, seized with lunacy, they rendered the streets of Quiquendone unsafe. But alas! if the animals were mad, the men were scarcely less so. No age was spared by the scourge.
Van Tricasse then sent one of the aides-de-camp of the confectioner-general, citizen Hildevert Shuman, a manufacturer of barley-sugar, a very firm and energetic man, who carried to the authorities of Virgamen the original minute of the indictment drawn up in 1195 by order of the Burgomaster Natalís Van Tricasse.
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