The lights, the group of women in their best clothes, the solemn tone, the dignified air of the assembly, made Mademoiselle Cormon not a little proud of her company.To many persons nothing better could be seen in Paris in the highest society.
At this moment du Bousquier, who was playing whist with the chevalier and two old ladies,--Madame du Coudrai and Madame du Ronceret,--was the object of deep but silent curiosity.A few young women arrived, who, under pretext of watching the game, gazed fixedly at him in so singular a manner, though slyly, that the old bachelor began to think that there must be some deficiency in his toilet.
"Can my false front be crooked?" he asked himself, seized by one of those anxieties which beset old bachelors.
He took advantage of a lost trick, which ended a seventh rubber, to rise and leave the table.
"I can't touch a card without losing," he said."I am decidedly too unlucky.""But you are lucky in other ways," said the chevalier, giving him a sly look.
That speech naturally made the rounds of the salon, where every one exclaimed on the exquisite taste of the chevalier, the Prince de Talleyrand of the province.
"There's no one like Monsieur de Valois for such wit."Du Bousquier went to look at himself in a little oblong mirror, placed above the "Deserter," but he saw nothing strange in his appearance.
After innumerable repetitions of the same text, varied in all keys, the departure of the company took place about ten o'clock, through the long antechamber, Mademoiselle Cormon conducting certain of her favorite guests to the portico.There the groups parted; some followed the Bretagne road towards the chateau; the others went in the direction of the river Sarthe.Then began the usual conversation, which for twenty years had echoed at that hour through this particular street of Alencon.It was invariably:--"Mademoiselle Cormon looked very well to-night.""Mademoiselle Cormon? why, I thought her rather strange.""How that poor abbe fails! Did you notice that he slept? He does not know what cards he holds; he is getting very absent-minded.""We shall soon have the grief of losing him.""What a fine night! It will be a fine day to-morrow.""Good weather for the apple-blossoms."
"You beat us; but when you play with Monsieur de Valois you never do otherwise.""How much did he win?"
"Well, to-night, three or four francs; he never loses.""True; and don't you know there are three hundred and sixty-five days a year? At that price his gains are the value of a farm.""Ah! what hands we had to-night!"
"Here you are at home, monsieur and madame, how lucky you are, while we have half the town to cross!""I don't pity you; you could afford a carriage, and dispense with the fatigue of going on foot.""Ah, monsieur! we have a daughter to marry, which takes off one wheel, and the support of our son in Paris carries off another.""You persist in making a magistrate of him?""What else can be done with a young man? Besides, there's no shame in serving the king."Sometimes a discussion on ciders and flax, always couched in the same terms, and returning at the same time of year, was continued on the homeward way.If any observer of human customs had lived in this street, he would have known the months and seasons by simply overhearing the conversations.
On this occasion it was exclusively jocose; for du Bousquier, who chanced to march alone in front of the groups, was humming the well-known air,--little thinking of its appropriateness,--"Tender woman!
hear the warble of the birds," etc.To some, du Bousquier was a strong man and a misjudged man.Ever since he had been confirmed in his present office by a royal decree, Monsieur du Ronceret had been in favor of du Bousquier.To others the purveyor seemed dangerous,--a man of bad habits, capable of anything.In the provinces, as in Paris, men before the public eye are like that statue in the fine allegorical tale of Addison, for which two knights on arriving near it fought; for one saw it white, the other saw it black.Then, when they were both off their horses, they saw it was white one side and black the other.
A third knight coming along declared it red.
When the chevalier went home that night, he made many reflections, as follows:--"It is high time now to spread a rumor of my marriage with Mademoiselle Cormon.It will leak out from the d'Esgrignon salon, and go straight to the bishop at Seez, and so get round through the grand vicars to the curate of Saint-Leonard's, who will be certain to tell it to the Abbe Couturier; and Mademoiselle Cormon will get the shot in her upper works.The old Marquis d'Esgrignon shall invite the Abbe de Sponde to dinner, so as to stop all gossip about Mademoiselle Cormon if I decide against her, or about me if she refuses me.The abbe shall be well cajoled; and Mademoiselle Cormon will certainly not hold out against a visit from Mademoiselle Armande, who will show her the grandeur and future chances of such an alliance.The abbe's property is undoubtedly as much as three hundred thousand; her own savings must amount to more than two hundred thousand; she has her house and Prebaudet and fifteen thousand francs a year.A word to my friend the Comte de Fontaine, and I should be mayor of Alencon to-morrow, and deputy.Then, once seated on the Right benches, we shall reach the peerage, shouting, 'Cloture!' 'Ordre!'"As soon as she reached home Madame Granson had a lively argument with her son, who could not be made to see the connection which existed between his love and his political opinions.It was the first quarrel that had ever troubled that poor household.
