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You are an honest man and faithful and devoted to your ideas. I am not afraid of you, but I am of those by whom you are surrounded." "Warcolier?" "Warcolier and many others, of those important fellows who ask me when they deign to speak to me with an insignificant air of superiority and almost of pity, the idiots: 'Well! you are no longer doing anything!
"But I am bound to Jacquier of l'Oise," Vaudrey said abruptly. Granet smiled. Certainly Jacquier would be a most excellent choice. He was a cool, solid and remarkable man. But he had little influence with the Chamber, frequented society rarely, was morose and exclusive, while Warcolier was a most amiable man, an excellent speaker and one who was well-known in the Chamber. He was a fine orator.
"If I thought that!" said Warcolier, enraged. "No, but it is true," he said with astonishing candor, a complete overflowing of his satisfied egotism, "there are a lot of people who ask for everything and are good for nothing! Malcontents! I should like to know why they are malcontents! What are they dreaming about, then? What do they want?
Instead of eating, Adrienne musingly looked at the decorations. It seemed to her that she was in a gloomy restaurant where the badly served dishes banished her appetite. Sulpice, sad himself, scarcely spoke and in mute preoccupation, in turn confused the shrewd, sly Granet, the intriguing Warcolier, and Marianne Kayser, whose image never left him.
"And yesterday, only yesterday, he would have saluted me subserviently!" The windows of the Élysée facing the street were still lighted up and Vaudrey thought that shadows were moving behind the white curtains. "The President has not yet retired! He has probably received Granet! And Warcolier! Warcolier!"
"Well! why," Warcolier replied, "that goes on well. There is a little relaxation! a ministry more more " "More homogeneous!" said Vaudrey, in a slightly mocking tone. "Exactly. And, after all, the duty of every good citizen is to defend the government under which we live."
"Bless me!" replied Warcolier, "entirely logical." "Be it so! but there are places and places. I cannot, however, retire a whole staff of employés to give place to a new one. That's precisely what they want. There is not a deputy who has not one candidate to recommend to me." "That's very natural, Monsieur le Ministre, seeing that there is not a deputy who may not himself be a candidate."
From the very opening of the discussion, the minister felt that his candidate, Jacquier of l'Oise was defeated in advance by Warcolier. Granet must have laid siege to the ministers one by one. The President was entirely in Warcolier's favor. Warcolier's amiability, tact, the extraordinary facility with which he threw overboard previous opinions, were so many claims in his favor.
"It is well done! well done for you! Ah! the dolt! To trust a wanton! To trust Warcolier! To trust everybody! To trust everybody except Adrienne! He, mechanically and without thought, resumed the way to Place Beauvau, forgetting that the ministerial home was no longer his. The porter who knows? might not have opened the gate to him.
While Warcolier, entirely concerned about himself, with erect head and oratorical gesture, spoke as if in the presence of two thousand hearers, Sulpice Vaudrey again recalled, still sad and sick, the dark and sunken cheeks and the colorless ears, the poor projecting ears of the consumptive Garnier with whom he had come in contact at Ramel's.
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