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Lorrequer, I suppose, then, we are not destined to be fellow-travellers for if you must go to-morrow " "Alas! It is imperative," said I. "Then in any case, let us arrange where we shall meet, for I hope to be in Paris the day after you." "I'll stop at Meurice." "Meurice, be it," said he, "so now good night, till we meet in Paris." THE CONFESSIONS OF HARRY LORREQUER, Vol. 4 Dublin
He was another friend, and even a relative, of the "illustrious master." Auguste Vacquerie promised to speak to Victor Hugo, and two days later he came again, assuring me that I had every chance in my favour. Paul Meurice himself, a very straightforward man, a delightful soul, had proposed me to the author.
"Oh," said Paul Meurice, his eyes wet with emotion, "every day that dawns is a day of kindness for him." I embraced Victor Hugo, and we went to the rehearsal. Oh, those rehearsals of Ruy Bias! I shall never forget them, for there was such good grace and charm about everything. When Victor Hugo arrived, everything brightened up.
And he seemed singularly out of place in the vast, banal foyer of the Hôtel Terminus, among the shifting, bustling crowd of utterly ordinary, bourgeois, moderately well-off tourists and travellers and needy touts. He ought at least to have been in a very select private room at the Meurice or the Bristol, if in any hotel at all!
Come again with me to write blays. We will both great fortunes make. 'Shake hands on that, said Paul vehemently; and Darco shook hands with phlegm. 'It is a pargain, he said. 'See me in five hours' time Hotel Meurice, Rue de Rivoli I will write it for you. And now I must go apout my work. I am encaged in ten minutes.
Indeed, M. Meurice, Maxwell's medium, declared he could see "a sheath of filaments pass from his fingers to the objects of experimentation." "Tell us about your journeys into the spirit land," I suggested. "You sometimes seem to go far away, do you not?" Her voice became very wistful as she complied. "Yes, sometimes I seem to go to a far-off, bright world.
In the summer of 1851 I went to dine every day at the Concièrgerie with my two sons and my two imprisoned friends. These great hearts and great minds, Vacquerie, Meurice, Charles, and François Victor, attracted men of like quality.
Meurice; am not I right? I nodded 'Paul told me, that is all we know, is not it? Did you see the Howsons, father, in Heathbridge? and she forced herself to talk more than she had done for several days, asking many questions, trying, as I could see, to keep the conversation off the one raw surface, on which to touch was agony. I had less self-command; but I followed her lead.
I shall take breakfast with Paul Meurice, and we shall dine together at the Hotel Navarin, in the Rue Navarin, where my family is staying. PARIS, September 6. Innumerable visits, innumerable letters. Rey came to ask me whether I would consent to join a triumvirate composed as follows: Victor Hugo, Ledru-Rollin, and Schoelcher. I refused. I said: "It is almost impossible to amalgamate me."
The engraving of this cup required the life-work of a man. I gave my sou. D'Alton-Shee, who was present, gave his, as did also M. and Mme. Meurice, and the two servants, Mariette and Clemence. The 17th Battalion wanted to call the gun the "Victor Hugo." I told them to call it the "Strasburg." In this way the Prussians will still receive shots from Strasburg.
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