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The War of Women. Volume 1
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"From Madame la Princesse?"
"From her Highness in person."
And Cauvignac respectfully raised his hat.
"Then there are two kings in France?" cried the tradesman.
"Even so, monsieur; that is why I do myself the honor of asking you to accord your preference to mine, and why I deem it my duty to enlist you in my service."
"Monsieur, I will appeal to the Parliament."
"There's a third king, and you will probably have occasion to serve it as well. Our politics are built upon broad lines! Forward, monsieur!"
"But it's impossible, monsieur; I have an appointment upon important business."
"Where?"
"At Orléans."
"With whom?"
"My attorney."
"What is the business?"
"It concerns certain financial transactions."
"The service of the State should be every man's first business, monsieur."
"Can't the State do without me?"
"We relied upon you, and we should miss you, in good sooth! However, if, as you say, money matters occasion your visit to Orléans – "
"Yes, monsieur, money matters."
"How much money is concerned?"
"Four thousand livres."
"Which you are going to receive?"
"No, which I am going to pay."
"To your attorney?"
"Even so, monsieur."
"On account of a lawsuit?"
"On account of a lawsuit lost."
"'Pon my word, this deserves consideration. Four thousand livres!"
"Four thousand livres."
"That is just the sum you would pay out in case Messieurs les Princes would consent that your place should be filled by a mercenary."
"Nonsense! I could procure a substitute for a hundred crowns."
"A substitute of your commanding appearance, a substitute who rides muleback with his toes turned out like you, a substitute who knows eighteen thousand seven hundred and seventy-two laws! Go to, monsieur! for an ordinary man a hundred crowns would certainly be enough; but if we are to be content with ordinary men, it's not worth while to enter into competition with the king. We need men of your merit, of your rank, of your stature. What the devil! don't cry yourself down; it seems to me that you are worth fully four thousand livres!"
"I see what you are coming at," cried the tradesman; "this is downright robbery with force and arms."
"Monsieur, you insult us," said Cauvignac, "and we would flay you alive by way of reparation for the insult, if we were less anxious to maintain the reputation of the adherents of the princes. No, monsieur; give me your four thousand livres, but do not look upon it as extortion, I beg; it is a necessity."
"Who will pay my attorney?"
"We will."
"You?"
"We."
"But will you bring me a receipt?"
"In due form."
"Signed by him?"
"Signed by him."
"That puts a different face on the matter."
"As you see. So you accept?"
"I must, as I can't do otherwise."
"Give us your attorney's address, then, and such other information as we can't do without."
"I told you that it was a judgment resulting from the loss of a lawsuit."
"Against whom?"
"Against a certain Biscarros, claimant, as heir of his wife, who was a native of Orléans."
"Attention!" said Ferguzon.
Cauvignac winked at him as if to say "Never fear, I am on the watch."
"From her Highness in person."
And Cauvignac respectfully raised his hat.
"Then there are two kings in France?" cried the tradesman.
"Even so, monsieur; that is why I do myself the honor of asking you to accord your preference to mine, and why I deem it my duty to enlist you in my service."
"Monsieur, I will appeal to the Parliament."
"There's a third king, and you will probably have occasion to serve it as well. Our politics are built upon broad lines! Forward, monsieur!"
"But it's impossible, monsieur; I have an appointment upon important business."
"Where?"
"At Orléans."
"With whom?"
"My attorney."
"What is the business?"
"It concerns certain financial transactions."
"The service of the State should be every man's first business, monsieur."
"Can't the State do without me?"
"We relied upon you, and we should miss you, in good sooth! However, if, as you say, money matters occasion your visit to Orléans – "
"Yes, monsieur, money matters."
"How much money is concerned?"
"Four thousand livres."
"Which you are going to receive?"
"No, which I am going to pay."
"To your attorney?"
"Even so, monsieur."
"On account of a lawsuit?"
"On account of a lawsuit lost."
"'Pon my word, this deserves consideration. Four thousand livres!"
"Four thousand livres."
"That is just the sum you would pay out in case Messieurs les Princes would consent that your place should be filled by a mercenary."
"Nonsense! I could procure a substitute for a hundred crowns."
"A substitute of your commanding appearance, a substitute who rides muleback with his toes turned out like you, a substitute who knows eighteen thousand seven hundred and seventy-two laws! Go to, monsieur! for an ordinary man a hundred crowns would certainly be enough; but if we are to be content with ordinary men, it's not worth while to enter into competition with the king. We need men of your merit, of your rank, of your stature. What the devil! don't cry yourself down; it seems to me that you are worth fully four thousand livres!"
"I see what you are coming at," cried the tradesman; "this is downright robbery with force and arms."
"Monsieur, you insult us," said Cauvignac, "and we would flay you alive by way of reparation for the insult, if we were less anxious to maintain the reputation of the adherents of the princes. No, monsieur; give me your four thousand livres, but do not look upon it as extortion, I beg; it is a necessity."
"Who will pay my attorney?"
"We will."
"You?"
"We."
"But will you bring me a receipt?"
"In due form."
"Signed by him?"
"Signed by him."
"That puts a different face on the matter."
"As you see. So you accept?"
"I must, as I can't do otherwise."
"Give us your attorney's address, then, and such other information as we can't do without."
"I told you that it was a judgment resulting from the loss of a lawsuit."
"Against whom?"
"Against a certain Biscarros, claimant, as heir of his wife, who was a native of Orléans."
"Attention!" said Ferguzon.
Cauvignac winked at him as if to say "Never fear, I am on the watch."
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