Red Lily, the — Volume 03 by Anatole France
page 86 of 103 (83%)
page 86 of 103 (83%)
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I was a deputy I fought against them. Now that I am a minister I must
support them. I saw things from the outside formerly. I see them from the inside now, and their aspect is changed. And, then, I am free no longer." He sighed: "Ah, if the people only knew the little that we can do when we are powerful!" He told her his impressions. Berthier was reserved. The others were impenetrable. Loyer alone was excessively authoritative. She listened to him without attention and without impatience. His pale face and voice marked for her like a clock the minutes that passed with intolerable slowness. Loyer had odd sallies of wit. Immediately after he had declared his strict adhesion to the Concordat, he said: "Bishops are spiritual prefects. I will protect them since they belong to me. And through them I shall hold the guardians of souls, curates." He recalled to her that she would have to meet people who were not of her class and who would shock her by their vulgarity. But his situation demanded that he should not disdain anybody. At all events, he counted on her tact and on her devotion. She looked at him, a little astonished. "There is no hurry, my dear. We shall see later." |
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