Colonel
Philibert went boldly in. A blaze of light almost dazzled his eyes.
The Chateau was lit up with lamps and candelabra in every part. The
bright rays of the sun beat in vain for admittance upon the closed
doors and blinded windows, but the splendor of midnight oil pervaded
the interior of the stately mansion, making an artificial night that
prolonged the wild orgies of the Intendant into the hours of day.
CHAPTER VII.
THE INTENDANT BIGOT.
The Chateau of Beaumanoir had, since the advent of the Intendant
Bigot, been the scene of many a festive revelry that matched, in
bacchanalian frenzy, the wild orgies of the Regency and the present
debaucheries of Croisy and the petits appartements of Versailles.
Its splendor, its luxury, its riotous feasts lasting without
intermission sometimes for days, were the themes of wonder and
disgust to the unsophisticated people of New France, and of endless
comparison between the extravagance of the Royal Intendant and the
simple manners and inflexible morals of the Governor-General.
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