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Updated: June 13, 2025
During the first hour Christophe was still under the excitement of the fight: he talked volubly in a loud voice: in a breathless, jerky fashion he kept on telling what he had seen and heard: he was proud of his achievement and felt no remorse. Manousse and Canet talked too, by way of making him forget.
With her usual calmness Amelie had undone his clothes and dressed his wound. Manousse Heimann was there, fortunately, with his inseparable Canet. Like Christophe they had come out of curiosity to see the demonstration: they had been present at the affray and seen Olivier fall. Canet was blubbering like a child: and at the same time he was thinking: "What on earth am I doing here?"
Canet submitted to it all: he tried to persuade himself that he thought like Manousse. He knew perfectly well that this was not the case: such ideas scared him: they were shocking to his common sense. And he had no love for the people. And, in addition, he had no courage.
"Then why do they call you 'the Doge'?" I asked. "Oh, it is a joke. I am a Venetian noble, and I might have been a doge like any one else." "What is your name?" "Here, in Paris, I am Pere Canet," he said. "It was the only way of spelling my name on the register. But in Italy I am Marco Facino Cane, Prince of Varese."
"Your worship is perfectly in rule," said another voice, which, from its pert conceited accent, might be that of the cleric, "and the party must be conformable; he hath canet written on his face in court hand." "Up with it then," said the Justice, "or by St. Christopher, you shall crack the cocoa-nut full of salt-and-water, according to the statute for such effect made and provided."
You must cut and run." "Where do you want me to go?" "To Switzerland. Canet will take you out of this in his car." "And Olivier?" "There's no time to talk...." "I won't go without seeing him." "You'll see him there. He'll join you to-morrow. He'll go by the first train. Quick! I'll explain." He caught hold of Christophe.
The guns are entirely of steel and are mounted on Canet carriages in four barbette towers, one forward, one aft, and one on each side amidships. On the firing trials both the guns and all the Canet machinery, for working the guns and hoisting the ammunition, gave very great satisfaction to all present at the time.
It gave him no pain to be leaving Paris: the world is wide: men are the same everywhere. It mattered little to him where he might be so long as he was with his friend. He was counting on seeing him again next day. They had promised him that. They reached Laroche. Manousse and Canet did not leave him until they had seen him into the train.
Many of these revolutionaries were like that. Our friend Canet tried hard to believe that he was a revolutionary: he did believe it. And he was scared at his own boldness.
The specimen presented for his immediate observation was named Pierre Canet.
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