Therefore, my dear Cecile, you see for yourself that you can't take that man for the hero of your romance.""Why not? Men of fifty are not to be despised, if they are counts,"said Ernestine.
"Heavens! what has age to do with it?" said Mademoiselle Herbelot.
"Provided one gets a husband," added Vinet, whose cold maliciousness made him feared.
"Yes," replied the old maid, feeling the cut, "I should prefer a man of fifty, indulgent, kind, and considerate, to a young man without a heart, whose wit would bite every one, even his wife.""This is all very well for conversation," retorted Vinet, "but in order to love the man of fifty and reject the other, it is necessary to have the opportunity to choose.""Oh!" said Madame Mollot, in order to stop this passage at arms between the old maid and Vinet, who always went to far, "when a woman has had experience of life she knows that a husband of fifty or one of twenty-five is absolutely the same thing if she merely respects him.
The important things in marriage are the benefits to be derived from it.If Mademoiselle Beauvisage wants to go to Paris and shine there--and in her place I should certainly feel so--she ought not to take a husband in Arcis.If I had the fortune she will have, I should give my hand to a count, to a man who would put me in a high social position, and I shouldn't ask to see the certificate of his birth.""It would satisfy you to see his toilet," whispered Vinet in her ear.
"But the king makes counts," said Madame Marion, who had now joined the group and was surveying the bevy of young ladies.
"Ah! madame," remarked Vinet, "but some young girls prefer their counts already made.""Well, Monsieur Antonin," said Cecile, laughing at Vinet's sarcasm.
"Your ten minutes have expired, and you haven't told us whether the Unknown is a count or not.""I shall keep my promise," replied the sub-prefect, perceiving at that moment the head of his valet in the doorway; and again he left his place beside Cecile.
"You are talking of the stranger," said Madame Marion."Is anything really known about him?""No, madame," replied Achille Pigoult; "but he is, without knowing it, like the clown of a circus, the centre of the eyes of the two thousand inhabitants of this town.I know one thing about him," added the little notary.
"Oh, tell us, Monsieur Achille!" cried Ernestine, eagerly.
"His tiger's name is Paradise!"
"Paradise!" echoed every one included in the little circle.
"Can a man be called Paradise?" asked Madame Herbelot, who had joined her sister-in-law.
"It tends to prove," continued the notary, "that the master is an angel; for when his tiger follows him--you understand.""It is the road of Paradise! very good, that," said Madame Marion, anxious to flatter Achille Pigoult in the interests of her nephew.
"Monsieur," said Antonin's valet in the dining-room, "the tilbury has a coat of arms--""Coat of arms!"
"Yes, and droll enough they are! There's a coronet with nine points and pearls--""Then he's a count!"
"And a monster with wings, flying like a postilion who has dropped something.And here is what is written on the belt," added the man, taking a paper from his pocket."Mademoiselle Anicette, the Princesse de Cadignan's lady's maid, who came in a carriage" (the Cinq-Cygne carriage before the door of the Mulet!) "to bring a letter to the gentleman, wrote it down for me.""Give it to me."
The sub-prefect read the words: Quo me trahit fortuna.
Though he was not strong enough in French blazon to know the house that bore that device, Antonin felt sure that the Cinq-Cygnes would not send their chariot, nor the Princess de Cadignan a missive by her maid, except to a person of the highest nobility.
"Ha! so you know the maid of the Princess de Cadignan! happy man!"said Antonin.
Julien, a young countryman, after serving six months in the household of the Comte de Gondreville, had entered the service of the sub-prefect, who wanted a servant of the right style.
"But, monsieur, Anicette is my father's god-daughter.Papa, who wanted to do well by the girl, whose father was dead, sent her to a dressmaker in Paris because my mother could not endure her.""Is she pretty?"
"Rather; the proof is that she got into trouble in Paris; but finally, as she has talent and can make gowns and dress hair, she got a place with the princess.""What did she tell you about Cinq-Cygne? Is there much company?""A great deal, monsieur.There's the princess and Monsieur d'Arthez, the Duc de Maufrigneuse and the duchess and the young marquis.In fact the chateau is full.They expect Monseigneur the Bishop of Troyes to-night.""Monsieur Troubert! I should like to know how long he is going to stay.""Anicette thinks for some time; and she believes he is coming to meet the gentleman who is now at the Mulet.They expect more company.The coachman told me they were talking a great deal about the election.
Monsieur le president Michu is expected in a few days.""Try to bring that lady's maid into town on pretence of shopping.Have you any designs upon her?""If she has any savings I don't know but what I might.She is a sly one, though.""Tell her to come and see you at the sub-prefecture.""Yes, monsieur.I'll go and tell her now.""Don't say anything about me, or she might not come.""Ah! monsieur; haven't I served at Gondreville?""You don't know why they sent that message from Cinq-Cygne at this hour, do you? It is half-past nine o'clock.'
"It must have been something pressing.The gentleman had only just returned from Gondreville.""Gondreville!--has he been to Gondreville?""He dined there, monsieur.If you went to the Mulet you'd laugh! The little tiger is, saving your presence, as drunk as a fiddler.He drank such a lot of champagne in the servants' hall that he can't stand on his legs; they have been filling him for fun.""And the count?"
