from the memoirs of a minister of france-第11章
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sten! We will pretend that he is changed。 He is a pompous man; he thinks the Mayor of Bottitort equal to the Saint Pere。 Well; Pierre shall be M。 Grabot; Mayor of Bottitort。 You; monsieur; that we may give him enough of mayors; shall be the Mayor of Gol; and I will be the Mayor of St。 Just。 This gentleman shall swear to us; so shall the servants。 For him; he does not exist。 Oh; we will punish him finely。〃
〃But;〃 I said; astounded by the very audacity of the rogue's proposition; 〃you do not flatter yourself that you will deceive him?〃
〃We shall; monsieur; if you will help;〃 he answered confidently。 〃I will be warrant for it we shall。〃
The thing had little of dignity in it; and I wonder now that I complied; but I have always shared with the King; my master; a taste for drolleries of the kind suggested; while nothing that I had as yet heard of this Grabot was of a nature to induce me to spare him。 Seeing that La Font was tickled with the idea; and that the servants were a…grin; and the more eager to trick others as they had just been tricked themselves; I was tempted to consent。
After this; the preparations took not a minute。 Philibert covered his fool's clothes with a cloak; and their table was drawn nearer to the fire; so as; with mine; to take up the whole hearth。 La Trape fell into an attitude behind me; and the Breton; adopting a refinement suggested at the last moment; was sent out to intercept Grabot before he entered; and tell him that the inn was full; and that he had better pass on。
The knave did his business so well that Grabot; being just such a man as the stroller had described to us; the altercation on the threshold was of itself the most amusing thing in the world。 〃Who?〃 we heard a loud; coarse voice exclaim。 〃Who d'ye say are here; man?〃
〃The Mayor of Bottitort。〃
〃MILLE DIABLES!〃
〃The Mayor of Bottitort and the Mayors of Gol and St。 Just;〃 the servant repeated as if he noticed nothing amiss。
〃That is a lie!〃 the new comer replied; with a snort of triumph; 〃and an impudent one。 But you have got the wrong sow by the ear this time。〃
〃Why; man;〃 a third voice; somewhat nasal and rustical; struck in; 〃don't you know the Mayor of Bottitort?〃
〃I should;〃 my Breton answered bluntly; and making; as we guessed; a stand before them。 〃For I am his servant; and he is this moment at his meat。〃
〃The Mayor of Bottitort?〃
〃Yes。〃
〃M。 Grabot?〃
〃Yes。〃
〃And you are his servant?〃
〃I have thought so for some time;〃 the Breton answered contemptuously。
The Mayor fairly roared in his indignation。 〃Youhis servant! The Mayor of Bottitort's?〃 he cried in a voice of thunder。 〃I'll tell you what you are; you are a liar!a liar; man; that is what you are! Why; you fool; I am the Mayor of Bottitort myself。 Now; do you see how you have wasted yourself? Out of my way! Jehan; follow me in。 I shall look into this。 There is some knavery here; but if Simon Grabot cannot get to the bottom of it the Mayor of Bottitort will。 Follow me; I say。 My servant indeed? Come; come!〃
And; still grumbling; he flung open the door; which the Breton had left ajar; and stalked in upon us; fuming and blowing out his cheeks for all the world like a bantam cock with its feathers erect。 He was a short; pursy man; with a short nose; a wide face; and small eyes。 But had he been Caesar and Alexander rolled into one; he could not have crossed the threshold with a more tremendous assumption of dignity。 Once inside; he stood and glared at us; somewhat taken aback; I think; for the moment by our numbers; but recovering himself almost immediately; he strutted towards us; and; without uncovering or saluting us; he asked in a deep voice who was responsible for the man outside。
〃I am; the graver mountebank answered; looking at the stranger with a sober air of surprise。 〃He is my servant。〃
〃Ah!〃 the Mayor exclaimed; with a withering glance。 〃And who; may I ask; are you?〃
〃You may ask; certainly;〃 the player answered drily。 〃But until you take off your hat I shall not answer。〃
The Mayor gasped at this rebuff; and turned; if it were possible; a shade redder; but he uncovered。
〃Now I do not mind telling you;〃 Pierre continued; with a mild dignity admirably assumed; 〃that I am Simon Grabot; and have the honour to be Mayor of Bottitort。〃
〃You!〃
〃Yes; monsieur; I; though perhaps unworthy。〃
I looked to see an explosion; but the Mayor was too far gone。 〃Why; you swindling impostor;〃 he said; with something that was almost admiration in his tone。 〃You are the very prince of cheats! The king of cozeners! But for all that; let me tell you; you have chosen the wrong ROLE this time。 For II; sir; am the Mayor of Bottitort; the very man whose name you have taken!〃
Pierre stared at him in composed silence; which his comrade was the first to break。 〃Is he mad?〃 he said in a low voice。
The grave man shook his head。
The Mayor heard and saw; and getting no other answer; began to tremble between passion and a natural; though ill…defined; misgiving; which the silent gaze of so large a partyfor we all looked at him compassionatelywas well calculated to produce。 〃Mad?〃 he cried。 〃No; but some one is; Sir;〃 he continued; turning to La Font with a gesture in which appeal and impatience were curiously blended; 〃Do you know this man?〃
〃M。 Grabot? Certainly;〃 he answered; without blushing。 〃And have these ten years。〃
〃And you say that he is M。 Grabot?〃 the poor Mayor retorted; his jaw falling ludicrously。
〃Certainly。 Who should he be?〃
The Mayor looked round him; sudden beads of sweat on his brow。 〃MON DIEU!〃 be cried。 〃You are all in it。 Here; you; do you know this person?〃
La Trape; to whom he addressed himself; shrugged his shoulders。 〃I should;〃 he said。 〃The Mayor is pretty well known about here。〃
〃The Mayor?〃
〃Ay。〃
〃But I am the MayorI;〃 Grabot answered eagerly; tapping himself on the breast in the most absurd manner。 〃Don't you know me; my friend?〃
〃I never saw you before; to my knowledge;〃 the rascal answered contemptuously; 〃and I know this country pretty well。 I should think that you have been crossing St。 Brieuc's brook; and forgotten to say your〃
〃Hush!〃 the stout player interposed with some sharpness。 〃 Let him alone。 LE BON DIEU knows that such a thing may happen to the best of us。〃
The Mayor clapped his hand to his head。 〃Sir;〃 he said almost humbly; addressing the last speaker; 〃I seem to know your voice。 Your name; if you please?〃
〃Fracasse;〃 he answered pleasantly。 〃I am Mayor of Gol。〃
〃YouFracasse; Mayor of Gol?〃 Grabot exclaimed between rage and terror。 〃But Fracasse is a tall man。 I know him as well as I know my brother。〃
The pseudo…Fracasse smiled; but did not contradict him。
The Mayor wiped the moisture from his brow。 He had all the characteristics of an obstinate man; but if there is one thing which I have found in a long career more true than another; it is that no one can resist the statements of his fellows。 So much; I verily believe; is this the case; that if ten men maintain black to be white; the eleventh will presently be brought into their opinion。 Besides; the Mayor had a currish side。 He looked piteously from one to another of us; his cheeks seemed to grow in a moment pale and flabby; and he was on the point of whimpering; when at the last moment he bethought him of his servant; and turned to him in a spurt of sudden thankfulness。 〃Why; Jehan; man; I had forgotten you;〃 he said。 〃Are these men mad; or am I?〃
But Jehan; a simple rustic; was in a state of ludicrous bewilderment。 〃Dol; master; I don't know;〃 he stuttered; rubbing his head。
〃But I am myself;〃 the Mayor cried; in a most ridiculous tone of remonstrance。
〃Dol; and I don't know;〃 the man whimpered。 〃I do believe that there is a change in you。 I never saw you look the like before。 And I never said any PATER either。 Holy saints!〃 the poor fool continued piteously; 〃I wish I were at home。 And there; for all I know; my wife has got another man。〃
He began to blubber at this; which to us was the most ludicrous thought; so that it was all we could do to restrain our laughter。 But the Mayor saw things in another light。 Shak