His life was to be spent in
defending prejudices which his own reason condemned.
Forced by Mlle. Blanche's will into the midst of a discussion, he was
really disgusted with the ridiculous and intense greediness of M. de
Courtornieu's noble guests.
Decorations, fortune, honors, power--they desired everything.
They were satisfied that their pure devotion deserved the most
munificent rewards. It was only the most modest who declared that he
would be content with the epaulets of a lieutenant-general.
Many were the recriminations, stinging words, and bitter reproaches.
The Marquis de Courtornieu, who acted as president of the council, was
nearly exhausted with exclaiming:
"Be calm, gentlemen, be calm! A little moderation, if you please!"
"All these men are mad," thought Martial, with difficulty restraining
an intense desire to laugh; "they are insane enough to be placed in a
mad-house."
But he was not obliged to render a report of the _seance_. The
deliberations were soon fortunately interrupted by a summons to dinner.
Mlle.
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