Mlle.Armande went downstairs to the salon, and found the Collection of Antiquities complete to a man.Every one of them had come, partly to do honor to the Bishop, partly to rally round the Marquis; but Chesnel, posted in the antechamber, warned each new arrival to say no word of the affair, that the aged Marquis might never know that such a thing had been.The loyal Frank was quite capable of killing his son or du Croisier; for either the one or the other must have been guilty of death in his eyes.It chanced, strangely enough, that he talked more of Victurnien than usual; he was glad that his son had gone back to Paris.The King would give Victurnien a place before very long; the King was interesting himself at last in the d'Esgrignons.And his friends, their hearts dead within them, praised Victurnien's conduct to the skies.Mlle.Armande prepared the way for her nephew's sudden appearance among them by remarking to her brother that Victurnien would be sure to come to see them, and that he must be even then on his way.
"Bah!" said the Marquis, standing with his back to the hearth, "if he is doing well where he is, he ought to stay there, and not be thinking of the joy it would give his old father to see him again.The King's service has the first claim."Scarcely one of those present heard the words without a shudder.
Justice might give over a d'Esgrignon to the executioner's branding iron.There was a dreadful pause.The old Marquise de Casteran could not keep back a tear that stole down over her rouge, and turned her head away to hide it.
Next day at noon, in the sunny weather, a whole excited population was dispersed in groups along the high street, which ran through the heart of the town, and nothing was talked of but the great affair.Was the Count in prison or was he not?--All at once the Comte d'Esgrignon's well-known tilbury was seen driving down the Rue Saint-Blaise; it had evidently come from the Prefecture, the Count himself was on the box seat, and by his side sat a charming young man, whom nobody recognized.The pair were laughing and talking and in great spirits.
They wore Bengal roses in their button-holes.Altogether, it was a theatrical surprise which words fail to describe.
At ten o'clock the court had decided to dismiss the charge, stating their very sufficient reasons for setting the Count at liberty, in a document which contained a thunderbolt for du Croisier, in the shape of an INASMUCH that gave the Count the right to institute proceedings for libel.Old Chesnel was walking up the Grand Rue, as if by accident, telling all who cared to hear him that du Croisier had set the most shameful of snares for the d'Esgrignons' honor, and that it was entirely owing to the forbearance and magnanimity of the family that he was not prosecuted for slander.
On the evening of that famous day, after the Marquis d'Esgrignon had gone to bed, the Count, Mlle.Armande, and the Chevalier were left with the handsome young page, now about to return to Paris.The charming cavalier's *** could not be hidden from the Chevalier, and he alone, besides the three officials and Mme.Camusot, knew that the Duchess had been among them.
"The house is saved," began Chesnel, "but after this shock it will take a hundred years to rise again.The debts must be paid now; you must marry an heiress, M.le Comte, there is nothing left for you to do.""And take her where you may find her," said the Duchess.
"A second mesalliance!" exclaimed Mlle.Armande.
The Duchess began to laugh.
"It is better to marry than to die," she said.As she spoke she drew from her waistcoat pocket a tiny crystal phial that came from the court apothecary.
Mlle.Armande shrank away in horror.Old Chesnel took the fair Maufrigneuse's hand, and kissed it without permission.
"Are you all out of your minds here?" continued the Duchess."Do you really expect to live in the fifteenth century when the rest of the world has reached the nineteenth? My dear children, there is no noblesse nowadays; there is no aristocracy left! Napoleon's Code Civil made an end of the parchments, exactly as cannon made an end of feudal castles.When you have some money, you will be very much more of nobles than you are now.Marry anybody you please, Victurnien, you will raise your wife to your rank; that is the most substantial privilege left to the French noblesse.Did not M.de Talleyrand marry Mme.Grandt without compromising his position? Remember that Louis XIV.took the Widow Scarron for his wife.""He did not marry her for her money," interposed Mlle.Armande.
"If the Comtesse d'Esgrignon were one du Croisier's niece, for instance, would you receive her?" asked Chesnel.
"Perhaps," replied the Duchess; "but the King, beyond all doubt, would be very glad to see her.--So you do not know what is going on in the world?" continued she, seeing the amazement in their faces.
"Victurnien has been in Paris; he knows how things go there.We had more influence under Napoleon.Marry Mlle.Duval, Victurnien; she will be just as much Marquise d'Esgrignon as I am Duchesse de Maufrigneuse.""All is lost--even honor!" said the Chevalier, with a wave of the hand.
"Good-bye, Victurnien," said the Duchess, kissing her lover on the forehead; "we shall not see each other again.Live on your lands; that is the best thing for you to do; the air of Paris is not at all good for you.""Diane!" the young Count cried despairingly.
"Monsieur, you forget yourself strangely," the Duchess retorted coolly, as she laid aside her role of man and mistress, and became not merely an angel again, but a duchess, and not only a duchess, but Moliere's Celimene.
The Duchesse de Maufrigneuse made a stately bow to these four personages, and drew from the Chevalier his last tear of admiration at the service of le beau ***e.
"How like she is to the Princess Goritza!" he exclaimed in a low voice.
