Du Bousquier determined to use the proceeds of the sale of his late residence in restoring and modernizing the hotel Cormon.He decided to remain through two seasons at Prebaudet, and took the Abbe de Sponde with them.This news spread terror through the town, where every individual felt that du Bousquier was about to drag the community into the fatal path of "comfort." This fear increased when the inhabitants of Alencon saw the bridegroom driving in from Prebaudet one morning to inspect his works, in a fine tilbury drawn by a new horse, having Rene at his side in livery.The first act of his administration had been to place his wife's savings on the Grand-Livre, which was then quoted at 67 fr.50 cent.In the space of one year, during which he played constantly for a rise, he made himself a personal fortune almost as considerable as that of his wife.
But all these foreboding prophecies, these perturbing innovations, were superseded and surpassed by an event connected with this marriage which gave a still more fatal aspect to it.
On the very evening of the ceremony, Athanase and his mother were sitting, after their dinner, over a little fire of fagots, which the servant lighted usually at dessert.
"Well, we will go this evening to the du Roncerets', inasmuch as we have lost Mademoiselle Cormon," said Madame Granson."Heavens! how shall I ever accustom myself to call her Madame du Bousquier! that name burns my lips."Athanase looked at his mother with a constrained and melancholy air;he could not smile; but he seemed to wish to welcome that naive sentiment which soothed his wound, though it could not cure his anguish.
"Mamma," he said, in the voice of his childhood, so tender was it, and using the name he had abandoned for several years,--"my dear mamma, do not let us go out just yet; it is so pleasant here before the fire."The mother heard, without comprehending, that supreme prayer of a mortal sorrow.
"Yes, let us stay, my child," she said."I like much better to talk with you and listen to your projects than to play at boston and lose my money.""You are so handsome to-night I love to look at you.Besides, I am in a current of ideas which harmonize with this poor little salon where we have suffered so much.""And where we shall still suffer, my poor Athanase, until your works succeed.For myself, I am trained to poverty; but you, my treasure! to see your youth go by without a joy! nothing but toil for my poor boy in life! That thought is like an illness to a mother; it tortures me at night; it wakes me in the morning.O God! what have I done? for what crime dost thou punish me thus?"She left her sofa, took a little chair, and sat close to Athanase, so as to lay her head on the bosom of her child.There is always the grace of love in true motherhood.Athanase kissed her on the eyes, on her gray hair, on her forehead, with the sacred desire of laying his soul wherever he applied his lips.
"I shall never succeed," he said, trying to deceive his mother as to the fatal resolution he was revolving in his mind.
"Pooh! don't get discouraged.As you often say, thought can do all things.With ten bottles of ink, ten reams of paper, and his powerful will, Luther upset all Europe.Well, you'll make yourself famous; you will do good things by the same means which he used to do evil things.
Haven't you said so yourself? For my part, I listen to you; Iunderstand you a great deal more than you think I do,--for I still bear you in my bosom, and your every thought still stirs me as your slightest motion did in other days.""I shall never succeed here, mamma; and I don't want you to witness the sight of my struggles, my misery, my anguish.Oh, mother, let me leave Alencon! I want to suffer away from you.""And I wish to be at your side," replied his mother, proudly."Suffer without your mother!--that poor mother who would be your servant if necessary; who will efface herself rather than injure you; your mother, who will never shame you.No, no, Athanase; we must not part."Athanase clung to his mother with the ardor of a dying man who clings to life.
"But I wish it, nevertheless.If not, you will lose me; this double grief, yours and mine, is killing me.You would rather I lived than died?"Madame Granson looked at her son with a haggard eye.
"So this is what you have been brooding?" she said."They told me right.Do you really mean to go?""Yes."
"You will not go without telling me; without warning me? You must have an outfit and money.I have some louis sewn into my petticoat; I shall give them to you."Athanase wept.
"That's all I wanted to tell you," he said."Now I'll take you to the du Roncerets'.Come."The mother and the son went out.Athanase left his mother at the door of the house where she intended to pass the evening.He looked long at the light which came through the shutters; he clung closely to the wall, and a frenzied joy came over him when he presently heard his mother say, "He has great independence of heart.""Poor mother! I have deceived her," he cried, as he made his way to the Sarthe.
