clerks who had called to inquire after him; and then he said: 'Fill my
snuff-box, give me the newspaper, bring my spectacles, and change my
ribbon of the Legion of honor,--it is very dirty.' I suppose you know
he always wore his orders in bed. He was fully
conscious, retained his
senses and all his usual ideas. But, presto! ten minutes later the
water rose, rose, rose and flooded his chest; he knew he was dying for
he felt the cysts break. At that fatal moment he gave
evident proof of
his powerful mind and vast
intellect. Ah, we never
rightly appreciated
him! We used to laugh at him and call him a booby--didn't you,
Monsieur Godard?"
Godard. "I? I always rated Monsieur de la Billardiere's talents higher
than the rest of you."
Bixiou. "You and he could understand each other!"
Godard. "He wasn't a bad man; he never harmed any one."
Bixiou. "To do harm you must do something, and he never did anything.
If it wasn't you who said he was a dolt, it must have been Minard."
Minard [shrugging his shoulders]. "I!"
Bixiou. "Well, then it was you, Dutocq!" [Dutocq made a vehement
gesture of denial.] "Oh! very good, then it was nobody. Every one in
this office knew his
intellect was herculean. Well, you were right. He
ended, as I have said, like the great man that he was."
Desroys [impatiently]. "Pray what did he do that was so great? he had
the
weakness to
confess himself."
Bixiou. "Yes,
monsieur, he received the holy sacraments. But do you
know what he did in order to receive them? He put on his uniform as
gentleman-in-ordinary of the Bedchamber, with all his orders, and had
himself powdered; they tied his queue (that poor queue!) with a fresh
ribbon. Now I say that none but a man of
remarkablecharacter would
have his queue tied with a fresh
ribbon just as he was dying. There
are eight of us here, and I don't believe one among us is
capable of
such an act. But that's not all; he said,--for you know all celebrated
men make a dying speech; he said,--stop now, what did he say? Ah! he
said, 'I must
attire myself to meet the King of Heaven,--I, who have
so often dressed in my best for
audience with the kings of earth.'
That's how Monsieur de la Billardiere
departed this life. He took upon
himself to justify the
saying of Pythagoras, 'No man is known until he
dies.'"
Colleville [rushing in]. "Gentlemen, great news!"
All. "We know it."
Colleville. "I defy you to know it! I have been
hunting for it ever
since the
accession of His Majesty to the thrones of France and of
Navarre. Last night I succeeded! but with what labor! Madame
Colleville asked me what was the matter."
Dutocq. "Do you think we have time to
bother ourselves with your
intolerable anagrams when the
worthy Monsieur de la Billardiere has
just expired?"
Colleville. "That's Bixiou's
nonsense! I have just come from Monsieur
de la Billardiere's; he is still living, though they expect him to die
soon." [Godard,
indignant at the hoax, goes off grumbling.]
"Gentlemen! you would never guess what
extraordinary events are
revealed by the anagram of this sacramental sentence" [he pulls out a
piece of paper and reads], "Charles dix, par la grace de Dieu, roi de
France et de Navarre."
Godard [re-entering]. "Tell what it is at once, and don't keep people
waiting."
Colleville [triumphantly unfolding the rest of the paper]. "Listen!
"A H. V. il cedera;
De S. C. l. d. partira;
Eh nauf errera,
Decide a Gorix.
"Every letter is there!" [He repeats it.] "A Henry cinq cedera (his
crown of course); de Saint-Cloud partira; en nauf (that's an old
French word for skiff,
vessel, felucca, corvette, anything you like)
errera--"
Dutocq. "What a
tissue of absurdities! How can the King cede his crown
to Henry V., who, according to your
nonsense, must be his grandson,
when Monseigneur le Dauphin is living. Are you prophesying the