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he called out to him ; `` Monseigneur has gone with the minister of war ; they are going to see the King , and after that they dine together , and we are to fetch him at ten o'clock . There 's a Council this evening . '' Rabourdin walked slowly home , in a state of despondency not difficult to imagine . It was seven o'clock , and he had barely time to dress . `` Well , you are appointed ? '' cried his wife , joyously , as he entered the salon . Rabourdin raised his head with a grievous motion of distress and answered , `` I fear I shall never again set foot in the ministry . ''