Mademoiselle Cormon rose hastily, and looked at du Bousquier, who at that moment resembled the stout god of Fable which the Republic stamped upon her coins.She walked up to Madame Granson, and said in her ear:--"My dear friend, you son is an idiot.That lyceum has ruined him," she added, remembering the insistence with which the chevalier had spoken of the evils of education in such schools.
What a catastrophe! Unknown to himself, the luckless Athanase had had an occasion to fling an ember of his own fire upon the pile of brush gathered in the heart of the old maid.Had he listened to her, he might have made her, then and there, perceive his passion; for, in the agitated state of Mademoiselle Cormon's mind, a single word would have sufficed.But that stupid absorption in his own sentiments, which characterizes young and true love, had ruined him, as a child full of life sometimes kills itself out of ignorance.
"What have you been saying to Mademoiselle Cormon?" demanded his mother.
"Nothing."
"Nothing; well, I can explain that," she thought to herself, putting off till the next day all further reflection on the matter, and attaching but little importance to Mademoiselle Cormon's words; for she fully believed that du Bousquier was forever lost in the old maid's esteem after the revelation of that evening.
Soon the four tables were filled with their sixteen players.Four persons were playing piquet,--an expensive game, at which the most money was lost.Monsieur Choisnel, the procureur-du-roi, and two ladies went into the boudoir for a game at backgammon.The glass lustres were lighted; and then the flower of Mademoiselle Cormon's company gathered before the fireplace, on sofas, and around the tables, and each couple said to her as they arrived,--"So you are going to-morrow to Prebaudet?""Yes, I really must," she replied.
On this occasion the mistress of the house appeared preoccupied.
Madame Granson was the first to perceive the quite unnatural state of the old maid's mind,--Mademoiselle Cormon was thinking!
"What are you thinking of, cousin?" she said at last, finding her seated in the boudoir.
"I am thinking," she replied, "of that poor girl.As the president of the Maternity Society, I will give you fifty francs for her.""Fifty francs!" cried Madame Granson."But you have never given as much as that.""But, my dear cousin, it is so natural to have children."That immoral speech coming from the heart of the old maid staggered the treasurer of the Maternity Society.Du Bousquier had evidently advanced in the estimation of Mademoiselle Cormon.
"Upon my word," said Madame Granson, "du Bousquier is not only a monster, he is a villain.When a man has done a wrong like that, he ought to pay the indemnity.Isn't it his place rather than ours to look after the girl?--who, to tell you the truth, seems to me rather questionable; there are plenty of better men in Alencon than that cynic du Bousquier.A girl must be depraved, indeed, to go after him.""Cynic! Your son teaches you to talk Latin, my dear, which is wholly incomprehensible.Certainly I don't wish to excuse Monsieur du Bousquier; but pray explain to me why a woman is depraved because she prefers one man to another.""My dear cousin, suppose you married my son Athanase; nothing could be more natural.He is young and handsome, full of promise, and he will be the glory of Alencon; and yet everybody will exclaim against you:
evil tongues will say all sorts of things; jealous women will accuse you of depravity,--but what will that matter? you will be loved, and loved truly.If Athanase seemed to you an idiot, my dear, it is that he has too many ideas; extremes meet.He lives the life of a girl of fifteen; he has never wallowed in the impurities of Paris, not he!
Well, change the terms, as my poor husband used to say; it is the same thing with du Bousquier in connection with Suzanne.YOU would be calumniated; but in the case of du Bousquier, the charge would be true.Don't you understand me?""No more than if you were talking Greek," replied Mademoiselle Cormon, who opened her eyes wide, and strained all the forces of her intellect.
"Well, cousin, if I must dot all the i's, it is impossible for Suzanne to love du Bousquier.And if the heart counts for nothing in this affair--""But, cousin, what do people love with if not their hearts?"Here Madame Granson said to herself, as the chevalier had previously thought: "My poor cousin is altogether too innocent; such stupidity passes all bounds!--Dear child," she continued aloud, "it seems to me that children are not conceived by the spirit only.""Why, yes, my dear; the Holy Virgin herself--""But, my love, du Bousquier isn't the Holy Ghost!""True," said the old maid; "he is a man!--a man whose personal appearance makes him dangerous enough for his friends to advise him to marry.""You could yourself bring about that result, cousin.""How so?" said the old maid, with the meekness of Christian charity.
"By not receiving him in your house until he marries.You owe it to good morals and to religion to manifest under such circumstances an exemplary displeasure.""On my return from Prebaudet we will talk further of this, my dear Madame Granson.I will consult my uncle and the Abbe Couturier," said Mademoiselle Cormon, returning to the salon, where the animation was now at its height.
