The Son of Clemenceau, A Novel of Modern Love and Life

e, and at a corner of the corridor I found mysel

rty-eight or forty years of age, and still

nk me intrusive, but the custom of the country may be my e

you will almost immediately be welcomed by the son. From this mom

ht, madame," I answered; "to-morrow mornin

that you will change your mind, and that we shall h

n, and Madam

servant departed, "but I always fancy that the first wants of a tired traveller are warm water and a fire. Will you please to follow my maid, sir; and you need have

excuse my travelli

condition that you, on your part, will

, and followed th

f the house, upon a pretty and extensive garden, well planted with various

k as to appear like a wall. As is the case in almost all Italia

had given me this, her absent son's chamber, bec

it into my head to make an inventory of the room, and try to arrive a

eginning with the left hand, I took mental notes

root, appeared to indicate no inconsiderable degree of luxury. It was composed of an iron bedstead and bedding, a sofa, four arm-chai

ntz, and curtains of similar material fell

Maria left the room, and I was enabled t

e works of our greatest poets. I noticed Corneille, Racine,

Montaigne, Pas

eray, Chateaubrian

Cuvier, Beudant,

es and other books, amongst which I recognized, wi

drawer of the bureau.

ch verses, and some Italian sonnets, all in manuscript. This was more than I expected, and I had the presumption

artizan of the French reformers, and then I unders

tions as I was dressing. My toilette, as I had hinted to Madame de Franchi, although not

Espagnole, permitting a silken chemise to appear underneath. My legs were encased in velvet breeches to the knee, and thence protected by Spa

venient I am acquainted with, and I was in the act of dressing

en de Franchi, had that instant arrived, and who desired

l of Monsieur Lucien de Franchi if

approaching my room, and almost immediately