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In the meantime an usher appeared on the steps of the Mairie, and cried out, as on the most peaceful days of the Assembly, "Representatives, to the sitting!" This usher, who belonged to the Assembly, and who had followed it, shared its fortunes throughout this day, the sequestration on the Quai d'Orsay included.
Passed Tyrone Power; what a clever, pleasant man he is; Count d'Orsay joined us; he was riding a most beautiful mare; and then James Macdonald, cum multus aliis, and I was quite dead, and almost cross, with cold.... After dinner I came up to my room, and set to work like a little galley slave, and by tea-time I had finished my play. "Oh, joy forever! my task is done!"
Louis Bonaparte had driven away the Assembly by the Army, and the High Court of Justice by the Police; he expelled the Council of State by the porter. On the morning of the 2d of December, at the very hour at which the Representatives of the Right had gone from M. Daru's to the Mairie of the Tenth Arrondissement, the Councillors of State betook themselves to the Hotel on the Quai d'Orsay.
"Sir?" said the stripling, with a winning smile, lifting his cap with the air of a D'Orsay. "What business have you in my wood?" "Not business," corrected the visitor, "pleasure." "Come here!" shrilled the novelist. The stranger receded coyly. Mr. Watson advanced at the double. His quarry dodged behind a tree.
In later life he lost this D'Orsay look completely, and was bronzed and reddened by wind and weather like a seaman. In fact, when I saw him subsequently in London, I think I should have passed him in the street without recognising him. I never saw a man so changed.
Then he asks whether she does not trust him, whether she does not believe him to be an honest man, and the young girl's looks say more than any protestation would. "Well! to-morrow morning at ten o'clock instead of coming to the Louvre will you? I will wait for you on the Quai d'Orsay, before the Saint-Cloud pier." She was there at the appointed hour, overwhelmed with emotion and ready to faint.
And, lastly, the idea had grown upon him at the Quai d'Orsay that Ministers are neither able nor willing to do very much. But he did not exaggerate matters, and thought it quite possible that he might obtain a minor secretaryship. Such had been his wish hitherto. He was most anxious not to leave Paris.
The railway stations are so crowded that it is almost impossible, at the Gare of Saint-Lazare or at the Quai d'Orsay to get anywhere near the booking office. Motor-cabs are being hired at extravagant prices to convey families to Tours, Orleans, Le Mans, or Bordeaux. The bearing of the public however by no means resembles that of "nerves," and less still a panic. I lunched to-day with Mr.
The Secretary with a gesture turned him over to Harleston and Harleston handed him the letter. "What do you make out of it, Mr. Carpenter?" he asked. Carpenter took the letter and examined it for a moment, holding it to the light, and carefully feeling its texture. "Not a great deal cursorily," he answered. "It's a French paper the sort, I think, used at the Quay d'Orsay.
During the prince's long period of exile he had been the guest of Count d'Orsay, who had helped him both with money and with influence. D'Orsay now expected some return for his former generosity. It came, but it came too late. In 1852, shortly after Prince Louis assumed the title of emperor, the count was appointed director of fine arts; but when the news was brought to him he was already dying.
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