The coffee-shop of the Teissier Brothers remained for tenths of years the elegant meeting point of Bruxelles, especially when the same Crown Prince started to attend it. Now elderly and wealthy, the "Teissier Brothers" left their shop to a manager and retired to a small villa they had built in the new outskirts of the town, with a waiter, a Belgian young man named Robert. Marc Teissier died at seventy-one, attended by his Luc, who just one year later followed him to the grave, sixty-nine years old, lovingly assisted by the faithful Robert. The two brothers continued to love each other and to make love until a few months before Marc's death. Robert, when Luc died, found out he had been made universal heir of the two brothers, together with his lover Ad, a Dutch boy who was serving in a nearby villa. Robert and Ad never suspected that the two "brothers" (they didn't even know that they were really lovers) knew about their love, and therefore it was a big, and pleasant surprise to them to be heirs. They decided to manage the coffee-shop personally, without changing its name, in memory of their benefactors. The coffee-shop ceased to exist in 1878 when the building where it was located was demolished to build a bank.
Jambville castle, not claimed by any member of the family (now extinguished) during Napoleon's period, became property of the State demesne then was sold passing through several hands and experiencing a slow decadence. At last it was bought by the Scouts de France who still have it and who, after restoring it, use it as a meeting centre and for their leaders' school.
About the other personages of our story:
The Blade, who changed his name several times, and after taking care to help escape, or to sell, several aristocrats of the late monarchy, did the same with the personages of the various factions of the Revolution alternating in power during those turbulent years. At last, with the name of Serge Machon, he became an official of Napoleon's regime -- almost an irony of fate -- responsible for the Office of Emigration and Immigration. He married Félicie, as in the new Regime the singles were not seen with favour. They had three children, two sons and a daughter, and the Blade didn't have designs on them. But Félicie, even if she pretended not to be aware of it, knew that from time to time her man granted himself some adventures at times with a girl, at times with a boy. As she confided once to a friend of hers, they didn't love each other, but they were no more able to be without the other. As for Félicie, even as the wife of an important official, she didn't lose her habit of making disappear, unsuspected, bags or jewels of the guests at the parties where she was invited... that amused her too much to stop. The Blade died in 1827 and Félicie, now widowed but wealthy, settled in a convenient way her three children with good marriages before leaving this world in 1841.
The Commissar Sévion of the espionage, when the Girondists faction fell, was imprisoned and sentenced to the guillotine, simply because he was a Girondist. Or more likely because, being a man hard and cut all in one piece, incorruptible and devoted to the Cause, he had gotten too many enemies...
The judge Charles Maximilien got wind of the changing of the Regime in time and before it was too late, retired to private life in a small estate he had in Piccardie. This caused his separation from Alexandre who didn't intend to leave Paris. In Piccardie, after a short, passionate and tormented relationship with an eighteen-year-old gypsy, he met a former seminarian called Hervé. After a long and unrelenting courting, he succeeded in making him surrender and in bringing him in his bed made him discover the pleasures of the love between men. He fell in love and little by little he got also the young man's love and they became lovers. A little after the coming to power of Napoleon, he was called back to service as a judge, and he became an important magistrate and was assigned to preside over the Bordeaux tribunal. Hervé followed him as his secretary. With Napoleon's fall, they went back together to Piccardie, where Maximilien died, aged eighty.
Alexandre de Varennes, having left his lover Maximilien, for a while went from one bed to the other of influential personages of the Republic, being able to be uninvolved and unable to fall in disgrace with them -- three were guillotined and one escaped abroad. Then in the worst period of his life, having no money left, he happened to be one evening in a coffee-shop where were also some very young officers of the Republic Army. All seemed to gravitate around one of their colleagues, a man rather small and not so handsome named Napoleon, coming from Corse, who seemed to fascinate all of them with his talk. But Alexandre was at once attracted by another young soldier, whom his friends called Joseph. The young officer looked at him and a spark shot between them. The others, at a certain time, went out all together to go back home and Alexandre sighed, thinking it was a pity that Joseph was in company, or else he would have hooked him... He also went out to go back to his small dreary room and... found in front of him Joseph who was running back, out of breath. They said not even one word. Joseph simply took him by the arm and took him to his house. They made love all night long and only in the morning, finally, they introduced each other. Joseph had little money, but Alexandre didn't care this time, as he was too fond of him. Their relationship had highs and lows, especially because Joseph had often to leave for war operations, and then Alexandre resumed his carefree life. They lost sight of each other. Napoleon became Emperor and Alexandre slowly and through stealth, succeeded in becoming a member of the new Imperial Court where he became master of ceremonies, and he was reinstalled in his title and in the possession of Varennes. At Court he met again Joseph who meanwhile had become a general in the Army. The old spark was not extinguished and they became again lovers. Alexandre was now matured and so he tied himself exclusively to Joseph. However, this died at Waterloo. So, Alexandre retired to his de Varennes' estate to private life. When he was forty-nine, he adopted the twenty-four-year-old son of a poor cousin, Simon, whom he discovered was gay like him, and made him his lover. He made Simon marry so that the family name could continue, but Simon continued to slip into Alexandre's bed, going to carry out his marital duties just once each week, but being able anyway to sire seven children. Alexandre died at sixty-four.
Martin and Réné enrolled in Napoleon's Army. Fate put them in the same platoon and at last they became lovers. At times they allowed themselves some small adventure, but always together, taking a third man in their bed. Veterans, with a fair separation allowance, they bought a small hotel very close to Paris, to make some more money. They hired all the personnel from youths loving the same gender, and from time to time they invited one of them to their bed until they hired a boy with whom they both fell in love. Jerome, the boy, in his turn fell in love with both of them, even though he had a slight preference for Martin, but he never made that shown, so they became a steady threesome. Martin died at forty-nine. This pained Réné greatly and he decided he would never again make love. He pushed Jerome to find a young lover. At the third attempt Jerome found the right companion who in his turn, even though loving Jerome, was fascinated by Réné. So, little by little, the two youths persuaded Réné to make love with them and so they formed again a steady threesome, until, aged fifty-six, Réné parted from this world, leaving the hotel in heritage to Jerome.
And thus concludes the tale of the young orphan named Snot, and so was the fate of the other personages of our tale.
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