IN WHICH THE CANDIDATE BEGINS TO LOSE VOTESAt this moment Simon Giguet, who had got through his bowing and scraping to all the influential men of Arcis, and who regarded himself as sure of his election, joined the circle around Cecile and Mademoiselle Mollot.The evening was far advanced.Ten o'clock had struck.After an enormous consumption of cakes, orgeat, punch, lemonade, and various syrups, those who had come that evening solely for political reasons and who were not accustomed to Madame Marion's floors, to them aristocratic, departed,--all the more willingly, because they were unaccustomed to sitting up so late.The evening then began to take on its usual air of intimacy.Simon Giguet hoped that he could now exchange a few words with Cecile, and he looked at her like a conqueror.The look displeased her.
"My dear fellow," said Antonin to Simon, observing on his friend's face the glory of success, "you come at a moment when the noses of all the young men in Arcis are put out of joint.""Very much so," said Ernestine, whom Cecile had nudged with her elbow.
"We are distracted, Cecile and I, about the great Unknown, and we are quarrelling for him.""But," said Cecile, "he is no longer unknown; he is a count.""Some adventurer!" replied Simon Giguet, with an air of contempt.
"Will you say that, Monsieur Simon," answered Cecile, feeling piqued, "of a man to whom the Princesse de Cadignan has just sent her servants, who dined at Gondreville to-day, and is to spend this evening with the Marquise de Cinq-Cygne?"This was said sharply, and in so hard a tone that Simon was disconcerted.
"Ah, mademoiselle," said Olivier Vinet, "if we said to each other's faces what we all say behind our backs, social life wouldn't be possible.The pleasures of society, especially in the provinces, are to slander and backbite our neighbors.""Monsieur Simon is jealous of your enthusiasm for the mysterious count," said Ernestine.
"It seems to me," said Cecile, "that Monsieur Simon has no right to be jealous of my affections."After which remark, uttered in a way to dumfound Simon, Cecile rose;the others made way for her and she went to her mother, who was just finishing her rubber of whist.
"My dearest!" cried Madame Marion, hurrying after the heiress, "Ithink you are rather hard on my poor Simon.""What has she done, my dear little kitten?" asked Madame Beauvisage.
"Mamma, Monsieur Simon called my great Unknown an adventurer!"Simon had followed his aunt and was now beside the card-table.The four persons whose interests were concerned were thus in the middle of the salon,--Cecile and her mother on one side of the table, Madame Marion and her nephew on the other.
"Really, madame," said Simon Giguet, "there must be a strong desire to find fault and to quarrel with me simply because I happened to say that a gentleman whom all Arcis is talking about and who stops at the Mulet--""Do you think he has come here to put himself in competition with you?" said Madame Beauvisage jestingly.
"I should be very indignant with him certainly if he were to cause the slightest misunderstanding between Mademoiselle Cecile and myself,"said the candidate, with a supplicating look at the young girl.
"You gave your opinion, monsieur, in a decisive manner which proves that you are very despotic," she replied; "but you are right; if you wish to be minister you ought to be decisive."Here Madame Marion took Madame Beauvisage by the arm and led her to a sofa.Cecile, finding herself alone, returned to her former seat to avoid hearing Simon's answer to her speech, and the candidate was left standing rather foolishly before the table, where he mechanically played with the counters.
"My dear friend," said Madame Marion in a low voice to Madame Beauvisage, "you see that nothing can now hinder my nephew's election.""I am delighted both for your sake and for the Chamber of Deputies,"said Severine.
"My nephew is certain to go far, my dear; and I'll tell you why: his own fortune, that which his father will leave him and mine, will amount altogether to some thirty thousand francs a year.When a man is a deputy and has a fortune like that, he can aspire to anything.""Madame, he has our utmost admiration and our most earnest wishes for the success of his political career; but--""I am not asking for an answer," said Madame Marion, hastily interrupting her friend."I only beg you to reflect on the following suggestions: Do our children suit each other? Can we marry them? We should then live in Paris during the sessions; and who knows if the deputy of Arcis may not be settled there permanently in some fine place in the magistracy? Look at Monsieur Vinet of Provins, how he has made his way.People blamed Mademoiselle de Chargeboeuf for marrying him; yet she will soon be wife of the Keeper of the Seals; Monsieur Vinet can be peer of France whenever he pleases.""Madame, I have not the power to marry my daughter according to my own tastes.In the first place, her father and I leave her absolutely free to choose for herself.If she wanted to marry the 'great Unknown' and we found that the match was suitable, we should give our consent.
Besides this, Cecile is wholly dependent on her grandfather, who intends to give her on her marriage the Hotel de Beauseant in Paris, which he purchased for us six years ago; the value of which is now rated at eight hundred thousand francs.It is one of the finest houses in the faubourg Saint-Germain.Moreover, he intends to add two hundred thousand francs for the cost of fitting it up.A grandfather who behaves in this way, and who can influence my mother-in-law to make a few sacrifices for her granddaughter in expectation of a suitable marriage, has a right to advise--""Certainly," said Madame Marion, stupefied by this confidence, which made the marriage of her nephew and Cecile extremely difficult.
