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I have managed to save some of their property; but what is it, after all, in comparison with the wealth that they have lost? Icannot tell you, Sorbier, how deeply I am attached to the great house, which has been all but swallowed up under my eyes by the abyss of time.M.le Marquis was proscribed, and his lands confiscated, he was getting on in years, he had no child.
Misfortunes upon misfortunes! Then M.le Marquis married, and his wife died when the young Count was born, and to-day this noble, dear, and precious child is all the life of the d'Esgrignon family; the fate of the house hangs upon him.He has got into debt here with amusing himself.What else should he do in the provinces with an allowance of a miserable hundred louis? Yes, my friend, a hundred louis, the great house has come to this.
"In this extremity his father thinks it necessary to send the Count to Paris to ask for the King's favor at court.Paris is a very dangerous place for a lad; if he is to keep steady there, he must have the grain of sense which makes notaries of us.Besides, I should be heartbroken to think of the poor boy living amid such hardships as we have known.--Do you remember the pleasure with which we spent a day and a night there waiting to see The Marriage of Figaro? Oh, blind that we were!--We were happy and poor, but a noble cannot be happy in poverty.A noble in want--it is a thing against nature! Ah! Sorbier, when one has known the satisfaction of propping one of the grandest genealogical trees in the kingdom in its fall, it is so natural to interest oneself in it and to grow fond of it, and love it and water it and look to see it blossom.So you will not be surprised at so many precautions on my part; you will not wonder when I beg the help of your lights, so that all may go well with our young man.
"Keep yourself informed of his movements and doings, of the company which he keeps, and watch over his connections with women.
M.le Chevalier says that an opera dancer often costs less than a court lady.Obtain information on that point and let me know.If you are too busy, perhaps Mme.Sorbier might know what becomes of the young man, and where he goes.The idea of playing the part of guardian angel to such a noble and charming boy might have attractions for her.God will remember her for accepting the sacred trust.Perhaps when you see M.le Comte Victurnien, her heart may tremble at the thought of all the dangers awaiting him in Paris; he is very young, and handsome; clever, and at the same time disposed to trust others.If he forms a connection with some designing woman, Mme.Sorbier could counsel him better than you yourself could do.The old man-servant who is with him can tell you many things; sound Josephin, I have told him to go to you in delicate matters.
"But why should I say more? We once were clerks together, and a pair of scamps; remember our escapades, and be a little bit young again, my old friend, in your dealings with him.The sixty thousand francs will be remitted to you in the shape of a bill on the Treasury by a gentlemen who is going to Paris," and so forth.
If the old couple to whom this epistle was addressed had followed out Chesnel's instructions, they would have been compelled to take three private detectives into their pay.And yet there was ample wisdom shown in Chesnel's choice of a depositary.A banker pays money to any one accredited to him so long as the money lasts; whereas, Victurnien was obliged, every time that he was in want of money, to make a personal visit to the notary, who was quite sure to use the right of remonstrance.
Victurnien heard that he was to be allowed two thousand francs every month, and thought that he betrayed his joy.He knew nothing of Paris.
He fancied that he could keep up princely state on such a sum.
Next day he started on his journey.All the benedictions of the Collection of Antiquities went with him; he was kissed by the dowagers; good wishes were heaped on his head; his old father, his aunt, and Chesnel went with him out of the town, tears filling the eyes of all three.The sudden departure supplied material for conversation for several evenings; and what was more, it stirred the rancorous minds of the salon du Croisier to the depths.The forage-contractor, the president, and others who had vowed to ruin the d'Esgrignons, saw their prey escaping out of their hands.They had based their schemes of revenge on a young man's follies, and now he was beyond their reach.
The tendency in human nature, which often gives a bigot a rake for a daughter, and makes a frivolous woman the mother of a narrow pietist;that rule of contraries, which, in all probability, is the "resultant"of the law of similarities, drew Victurnien to Paris by a desire to which he must sooner or later have yielded.Brought up as he had been in the old-fashioned provincial house, among the quiet, gentle faces that smiled upon him, among sober servants attached to the family, and surroundings tinged with a general color of age, the boy had only seen friends worthy of respect.All of those about him, with the exception of the Chevalier, had example of venerable age, were elderly men and women, sedate of manner, decorous and sententious of speech.He had been petted by those women in gray gowns and embroidered mittens described by Blondet.The antiquated splendors of his father's house were as little calculated as possible to suggest frivolous thoughts;and lastly, he had been educated by a sincerely religious abbe, possessed of all the charm of old age, which has dwelt in two centuries, and brings to the Present its gifts of the dried roses of experience, the faded flowers of the old customs of its youth.
Everything should have combined to fashion Victurnien to serious habits; his whole surroundings from childhood bade him continue the glory of a historic name, by taking his life as something noble and great; and yet Victurnien listened to dangerous promptings.