We must here compel ourselves to spoil this portrait by the avowal of a littleness.The chevalier put cotton in his ears, and wore, appended to them, two little ear-rings representing negroes' heads in diamonds, of admirable workmanship.He clung to these singular appendages, explaining that since his ears had been bored he had ceased to have headaches (he had had headaches).We do not present the chevalier as an accomplished man; but surely we can pardon, in an old celibate whose heart sends so much blood to his left cheek, these adorable qualities, founded, perhaps, on some sublime secret history.
Besides, the Chevalier de Valois redeemed those negroes' heads by so many other graces that society felt itself sufficiently compensated.
He really took such immense trouble to conceal his age and give pleasure to his friends.In the first place, we must call attention to the extreme care he gave to his linen, the only distinction that well-bred men can nowadays exhibit in their clothes.The linen of the chevalier was invariably of a fineness and whiteness that were truly aristocratic.As for his coat, though remarkable for its cleanliness, it was always half worn-out, but without spots or creases.The preservation of that garment was something marvellous to those who noticed the chevalier's high-bred indifference to its shabbiness.He did not go so far as to scrape the seams with glass,--a refinement invented by the Prince of Wales; but he did practice the rudiments of English elegance with a personal satisfaction little understood by the people of Alencon.The world owes a great deal to persons who take such pains to please it.In this there is certainly some accomplishment of that most difficult precept of the Gospel about rendering good for evil.This freshness of ablution and all the other little cares harmonized charmingly with the blue eyes, the ivory teeth, and the blond person of the old chevalier.
The only blemish was that this retired Adonis had nothing manly about him; he seemed to be employing this toilet varnish to hide the ruins occasioned by the military service of gallantry only.But we must hasten to add that his voice produced what might be called an antithesis to his blond delicacy.Unless you adopted the opinion of certain observers of the human heart, and thought that the chevalier had the voice of his nose, his organ of speech would have amazed you by its full and redundant sound.Without possessing the volume of classical bass voices, the tone of it was pleasing from a slightly muffled quality like that of an English bugle, which is firm and sweet, strong but velvety.
The chevalier had repudiated the ridiculous costume still preserved by certain monarchical old men; he had frankly modernized himself.He was always seen in a maroon-colored coat with gilt buttons, half-tight breeches of poult-de-soie with gold buckles, a white waistcoat without embroidery, and a tight cravat showing no shirt-collar,--a last vestige of the old French costume which he did not renounce, perhaps, because it enabled him to show a neck like that of the sleekest abbe.
His shoes were noticeable for their square buckles, a style of which the present generation has no knowledge; these buckles were fastened to a square of polished black leather.The chevalier allowed two watch-chains to hang parallel to each other from each of his waistcoat pockets,--another vestige of the eighteenth century, which the Incroyables had not disdained to use under the Directory.This transition costume, uniting as it did two centuries, was worn by the chevalier with the high-bred grace of an old French marquis, the secret of which is lost to France since the day when Fleury, Mole's last pupil, vanished.
The private life of this old bachelor was apparently open to all eyes, though in fact it was quite mysterious.He lived in a lodging that was modest, to say the best of it, in the rue du Cours, on the second floor of a house belonging to Madame Lardot, the best and busiest washerwoman in the town.This circumstance will explain the excessive nicety of his linen.Ill-luck would have it that the day came when Alencon was guilty of believing that the chevalier had not always comported himself as a gentleman should, and that in fact he was secretly married in his old age to a certain Cesarine,--the mother of a child which had had the impertinence to come into the world without being called for.
"He had given his hand," as a certain Monsieur du Bousquier remarked, "to the person who had long had him under irons."This horrible calumny embittered the last days of the dainty chevalier all the more because, as the present Scene will show, he had lost a hope long cherished to which he had made many sacrifices.
Madame Lardot leased to the chevalier two rooms on the second floor of her house, for the modest sum of one hundred francs a year.The worthy gentleman dined out every day, returning only in time to go to bed.
His sole expense therefore was for breakfast, invariably composed of a cup of chocolate, with bread and butter and fruits in their season.He made no fire except in the coldest winter, and then only enough to get up by.Between eleven and four o'clock he walked about, went to read the papers, and paid visits.From the time of his settling in Alencon he had nobly admitted his poverty, saying that his whole fortune consisted in an annuity of six hundred francs a year, the sole remains of his former opulence,--a property which obliged him to see his man of business (who held the annuity papers) quarterly.In truth, one of the Alencon bankers paid him every three months one hundred and fifty francs, sent down by Monsieur Bordin of Paris, the last of the procureurs du Chatelet.Every one knew these details because the chevalier exacted the utmost secrecy from the persons to whom he first confided them.
