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He had before him a large hamper filled with bottles, which he had just purchased at the cabaret with the sign of "L'Image-de-Notre-Dame." "Eh, but! that is Vatel! my maitre d'hotel!" said Fouquet to Gourville. "Yes, monseigneur," replied the latter. "What can he have been doing at the sign of L'Image-de-Notre-Dame?" "Buying wine, no doubt." "What! buy wine for me, at a cabaret?" said Fouquet.
Let us return to Saint-Mande, I say." "To consult with Pellisson? we will." "So be it," said Fouquet, with angry eyes; "yes, to Saint-Mande!" He got into his carriage again and Gourville with him. Upon their road, at the end of the Faubourg Saint-Antoine, they overtook the humble equipage of Vatel, who was quietly conveying home his vin de Joigny.
"My cellar, then, must be in a miserable condition!" and he advanced towards the maitre d'hotel, who was arranging his bottles in the carriage with the most minute care. "Hola! Vatel," said he, in the voice of a master. "Take care, monseigneur!" said Gourville, "you will be recognized." "Very well! Of what consequence? Vatel!" The man dressed in black and violet turned round.
He argues with Brummel about the tying of a cravat, with Nash about a minuet, the proper composition of a sauce is the subject of a weighty dialogue with the great Vatel. The Crest of Murray Hill
La Fontaine forgot his Gorgny wine, and allowed Vatel to reconcile him to the wines of the Rhone, and those from the shores of Spain. The Abbe Fouquet became so kind and good-natured, that Gourville said to him, "Take care, monsieur l'abbe; if you are so tender, you will be carved and eaten."
Satisfied with the deep silence that, save the solitary interruption we have specified, reigned around, the learned disciple of Vatel rose gently from the bed, hurried on his clothes, stole on tiptoe to the door, unbarred it with a noiseless hand, and vanished. Sweet reader! while thou art wondering at his absence, suppose we account for his appearance.
"Of what? witnesses of what?" cried Tonsard, standing in front of the keeper while his wife helped up the old woman. "Do you mean to show your claws, Vatel? Accuse persons and arrest them on the highway, brigand, that's your domain; but get out of here! A man's house is his castle." "I caught her in the act, and your mother must come with me." "Arrest my mother in my house?
Brunet, anxious not to witness this manoeuvre, which he readily foresaw, rushed after the keeper to help him up; then he placed him on the bank and wet his handkerchief in water to wash the eyes of the poor fellow, who, in spite of his agony, was trying to reach the brook. "You are in the wrong, Vatel," said Brunet; "you have no right to enter houses, don't you see?"
I'd like to see you lose your cursed eyes, for then we'd have peace. You are birds of ill-omen, the whole of you; you invent shameful stories to stir up strife between your master and us." The keeper allowed the sheriff to bathe his eyes and all the while the latter kept telling him that he was legally wrong. "The old thief! she has tired us out," said Vatel at last.
With regard to the superior quality of the different delicacies which are provided, and the culinary talent displayed in their preparation, even Vatel himself might be more than satisfied.
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