It chanced that the regiment to which Lieutenant Théodule belonged came to perform garrison duty in Paris. This inspired Aunt Gillenormand with a second idea.
She had, on the first occasion, hit upon the plan of having Marius spied upon by Théodule; now she plotted to have Théodule take Marius’ place.
At all events and in case the grandfather should feel the vague need of a young face in the house,—these rays of dawn are sometimes sweet to ruin,—it was expedient to find another Marius. 'Take it as a simple erratum,' she thought, 'such as one sees in books.
For Marius, read Théodule. ' A grandnephew is almost the same as a grandson; in default of a lawyer one takes a lancer. One morning, when M.
Gillenormand was about to read something in the Quotidienne, his daughter entered and said to him in her sweetest voice; for the question concerned her favorite:— 'Father, Théodule is coming to present his respects to you this morning. ' 'Who’s Théodule? ' 'Your grandnephew. ' 'Ah! ' said the grandfather.
Then he went back to his reading, thought no more of his grandnephew, who was merely some Théodule or other, and soon flew into a rage, which almost always happened when he read.
The 'sheet' which he held, although Royalist, of course, announced for the following day, without any softening phrases, one of these little events which were of daily occurrence at that date in Paris: 'That the students of the schools of law and medicine were to assemble on the Place du Panthéon, at midday,—to deliberate.
' The discussion concerned one of the questions of the moment, the artillery of the National Guard, and a conflict between the Minister of War and 'the citizen’s militia,' on the subject of the cannon parked in the courtyard of the Louvre. The