The Lesser Bourgeoisie Part 9
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"My father is right," said Felix, coming out of a deep reverie. "He deserves our respect and love; as he has throughout the whole course of his modest and honored life. I would not owe my happiness either to remorse in his n.o.ble soul, or to a low political bargain. I love Celeste as I love my own family; but, above all that, I place my father's honor, and since this question is a matter of conscience with him it must not be spoken of again."
Ph.e.l.lion, with his eyes full of tears, went up to his eldest son and took him in his arms, saying, "My son! my son!" in a choking voice.
"All that is nonsense," whispered Madame Ph.e.l.lion in Madame Barniol's ear. "Come and dress me; I shall make an end of this; I know your father; he has put his foot down now. To carry out the plan that pious young man, Theodose, suggested, I want your help; hold yourself ready to give it, my daughter."
At this moment, Genevieve came in and gave a letter to Monsieur Ph.e.l.lion.
"An invitation for dinner to-day, for Madame Ph.e.l.lion and Felix and myself, at the Thuilliers'," he said.
The magnificent and surprising idea of Thuillier's munic.i.p.al advancement, put forth by the "advocate of the poor" was not less upsetting in the Thuillier household than it was in the Ph.e.l.lion salon.
Jerome Thuillier, without actually confiding anything to his sister, for he made it a point of honor to obey his Mephistopheles, had rushed to her in great excitement to say:--
"My dearest girl" (he always touched her heart with those caressing words), "we shall have some big-wigs at dinner to-day. I'm going to ask the Minards; therefore take pains about your dinner. I have written to Monsieur and Madame Ph.e.l.lion; it is rather late; but there's no need of ceremony with them. As for the Minards, I must throw a little dust in their eyes; I have a particular need of them."
"Four Minards, three Ph.e.l.lions, four Collevilles, and ourselves; that makes thirteen--"
"La Peyrade, fourteen; and it is worth while to invite Dutocq; he may be useful to us. I'll go up and see him."
"What are you scheming?" cried his sister. "Fifteen to dinner! There's forty francs, at the very least, waltzing off."
"You won't regret them, my dearest. I want you to be particularly agreeable to our young friend, la Peyrade. There's a friend, indeed!
you'll soon have proofs of that! If you love me, cosset him well."
So saying, he departed, leaving Brigitte bewildered.
"Proofs, indeed! yes, I'll look out for proofs," she said. "I'm not to be caught with fine words, not I! He is an amiable fellow; but before I take him into my heart I shall study him a little closer."
After inviting Dutocq, Thuillier, having bedizened himself, went to the hotel Minard, rue des Macons-Sorbonne, to capture the stout Zelie, and gloss over the shortness of the invitation.
Minard had purchased one of those large and sumptuous habitations which the old religious orders built about the Sorbonne, and as Thuillier mounted the broad stone steps with an iron bal.u.s.trade, that proved how arts of the second cla.s.s flourished under Louis XIII., he envied both the mansion and its occupant,--the mayor.
This vast building, standing between a courtyard and garden, is noticeable as a specimen of the style, both n.o.ble and elegant, of the reign of Louis XIII., coming singularly, as it did, between the bad taste of the expiring renaissance and the heavy grandeur of Louis XIV., at its dawn. This transition period is shown in many public buildings.
The ma.s.sive scroll-work of several facades--that of the Sorbonne, for instance,--and columns rectified according to the rules of Grecian art, were beginning to appear in this architecture.
A grocer, a lucky adulterator, now took the place of the former ecclesiastical governor of an inst.i.tution called in former times L'Economat; an establishment connected with the general agency of the old French clergy, and founded by the long-sighted genius of Richelieu.
Thuillier's name opened for him the doors of the salon, where sat enthroned in velvet and gold, amid the most magnificent "Chineseries,"
the poor woman who weighed with all her avoirdupois on the hearts and minds of princes and princesses at the "popular b.a.l.l.s" of the palace.
"Isn't she a good subject for 'La Caricature'?" said a so-called lady of the bedchamber to a d.u.c.h.ess, who could hardly help laughing at the aspect of Zelie, glittering with diamonds, red as a poppy, squeezed into a gold brocade, and rolling along like the casts of her former shop.
"Will you pardon me, fair lady," began Thuillier, twisting his body, and pausing in pose number two of his imperial repertory, "for having allowed this invitation to remain in my desk, thinking, all the while, that it was sent? It is for to-day, but perhaps I am too late?"
Zelie examined her husband's face as he approached them to receive Thuillier; then she said:--
"We intended to drive into the country and dine at some chance restaurant; but we'll give up that idea and all the more readily because, in my opinion, it is getting devilishly vulgar to drive out of Paris on Sundays."
"We will have a little dance to the piano for the young people, if enough come, as I hope they will. I have sent a line to Ph.e.l.lion, whose wife is intimate with Madame p.r.o.n, the successor--"
"Successor_ess_," interrupted Madame Minard.
"No," said Thuillier, "it ought to be success'ress; just as we say may'ress, dropping the O, you know."
"Is it full dress?" asked Madame Minard.
"Heavens! no," replied Thuillier; "you would get me finely scolded by my sister. No, it is only a family party. Under the Empire, madame, we all devoted ourselves to dancing. At that great epoch of our national life they thought as much of a fine dancer as they did of a good soldier.
Nowadays the country is so matter-of-fact."
"Well, we won't talk politics," said the mayor, smiling. "The King is grand; he is very able. I have a deep admiration for my own time, and for the inst.i.tutions which we have given to ourselves. The King, you may be sure, knows very well what he is doing by the development of industries. He is struggling hand to hand against England; and we are doing him more harm during this fruitful peace than all the wars of the Empire would have done."
"What a deputy Minard would make!" cried Zelie, naively. "He practises speechifying at home. You'll help us to get him elected, won't you, Thuillier?"
"We won't talk politics now," replied Thuillier. "Come at five."
"Will that little Vinet be there?" asked Minard; "he comes, no doubt, for Celeste."
"Then he may go into mourning," replied Thuillier. "Brigitte won't hear of him."
Zelie and Minard exchanged a smile of satisfaction.
"To think that we must hob-n.o.b with such common people, all for the sake of our son!" cried Zelie, when Thuillier was safely down the staircase, to which the mayor had accompanied him.
"Ha! he thinks to be deputy!" thought Thuillier, as he walked away.
"These grocers! nothing satisfies them. Heavens! what would Napoleon say if he could see the government in the hands of such people! I'm a trained administrator, at any rate. What a compet.i.tor, to be sure! I wonder what la Peyrade will say?"
The ambitious ex-beau now went to invite the whole Laudigeois family for the evening, after which he went to the Collevilles', to make sure that Celeste should wear a becoming gown. He found Flavie rather pensive. She hesitated about coming, but Thuillier overcame her indecision.
"My old and ever young friend," he said, taking her round the waist, for she was alone in her little salon, "I won't have any secret from you. A great affair is in the wind for me. I can't tell you more than that, but I can ask you to be particularly charming to a certain young man--"
"Who is it?"
"La Peyrade."
"Why, Charles?"
"He holds my future in his hands. Besides, he's a man of genius. I know what that is. He's got this sort of thing,"--and Thuillier made the gesture of a dentist pulling out a back tooth. "We must bind him to us, Flavie. But, above all, don't let him see his power. As for me, I shall just give and take with him."
"Do you want me to be coquettish?"
"Not too much so, my angel," replied Thuillier, with a foppish air.
And he departed, not observing the stupor which overcame Flavie.
"That young man is a power," she said to herself. "Well, we shall see!"
For these reasons she dressed her hair with marabouts, put on her prettiest gown of gray and pink, which allowed her fine shoulders to be seen beneath a pelerine of black lace, and took care to keep Celeste in a little silk frock made with a yoke and a large plaited collarette, telling her to dress her hair plainly, a la Berthe.
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