From the mouth ofFrench bugles flames the fiery,
golden soul of France. All under this rooflook forward to your visit with the
profound expectation of longdeferred hope. You would scarcely thinkthere had ever
been a revolution here, would you?
Does it go as smoothly as it used to at
Gallegos?
Sí, señor, even to the other world, said Juan
eagerly.
The immense window stretched from floor to ceiling.
His lion-like manewas still impressive but less luxuriant and streaked with
grey-silver.
In fact Ihave reason to believe that you have been
more partial to us thanyou suspect. I am alittle tired of this one, he added in a
far-away voice.
Anthony did not feel at all like stepping out of
the windowtonight. By far the majority of the spectators werenow overpowered and
satiated.
The regular acclamationsfrom the troops on the
river banks still proclaimed his name.
So I must tell you that this is one of the great
moments of mycareer. Theybeat each other on the back as if they were meeting for the
firsttime.
Thank God, Ouvrards not up, whispered
Vincent.
Ja, smiled Vincent, it looks as if peace had come
to France atlast.
And becoming romantically pensive on a marble
bench.
The horses seemed tobe galloping furiously upon a
treadmill.
I should never have thought so, said Debrülle
gayly. In the blinding August noon a hot whirlwind swept down the fieldand
vanished.
Something of the peaceof Jacques Claire, the chief
scullion, remained with him. He dropped his cane andwith great agitation stooped to
pick it up. At precisely theexpected moment the manifestation of his powers began. I
have always been merciful to the youngever since. Here thegirls still wore the red
caps of liberty and nothing else, if oneinsisted.