young man of fashion can live here in the Rue Neuve-Sainte-
Genevieve, in the Maison Vauquer--an
exceedingly respectable
boarding-house in every way, I grant you, but an establishment
that, none the less, falls short of being
fashionable? The house
is comfortable, it is
lordly in its
abundance; it is proud to be
the
temporary abode of a Rastignac; but, after all, it is in the
Rue Neuve-Sainte-Genevieve, and
luxury would be out of place
here, where we only aim at the
purely patriarchalorama. If you
mean to cut a figure in Paris, my young friend," Vautrin
continued, with half-paternal jocularity, "you must have three
horses, a tilbury for the mornings, and a closed
carriage for the
evening; you should spend
altogether about nine thousand francs
on your stables. You would show yourself
unworthy of your destiny
if you spent no more than three thousand francs with your
tailor,
six hundred in perfumery, a hundred crowns to your
shoemaker, and
a hundred more to your hatter. As for your laundress, there goes
another thousand francs; a young man of fashion must of necessity
make a great point of his linen; if your linen comes up to the
required standard, people often do not look any further. Love and
the Church demand a fair altar-cloth. That is fourteen thousand
francs. I am
saying nothing of losses at play, bets, and
presents; it is impossible to allow less than two thousand francs
for pocket money. I have led that sort of life, and I know all
about these expenses. Add the cost of necessaries next; three
hundred louis for provender, a thousand francs for a place to
roost in. Well, my boy, for all these little wants of ours we had
need to have twenty-five thousand francs every year in our purse,
or we shall find ourselves in the
kennel, and people laughing at
us, and our
career is cut short, good-bye to success, and good-
bye to your mistress! I am forgetting your valet and your groom!
Is Christophe going to carry your billets-doux for you? Do you
mean to employ the stationery you use at present? Suicidal
policy! Hearken to the
wisdom of your elders!" he went on, his
bass voice growing louder at each
syllable. "Either take up your
quarters in a
garret, live virtuously, and wed your work, or set
about the thing in a different way."
Vautrin winked and leered in the direction of Mlle. Taillefer to
enforce his remarks by a look which recalled the late tempting
proposals by which he had sought to
corrupt the student's mind.
Several days went by, and Rastignac lived in a whirl of gaiety.
He dined almost every day with Mme. de Nucingen, and went
wherever she went, only returning to the Rue Neuve-Sainte-
Genevieve in the small hours. He rose at mid-day, and dressed to
go into the Bois with Delphine if the day was fine, squandering
in this way time that was worth far more than he knew. He turned
as
eagerly to learn the lessons of
luxury, and was as quick to
feel its
fascination, as the flowers of the date palm to receive
the fertilizing
pollen. He played high, lost and won large sums
of money, and at last became accustomed to the
extravagant life
that young men lead in Paris. He sent fifteen hundred francs out
of his first winnings to his mother and sisters, sending handsome
presents as well as the money. He had given out that he meant to
leave the Maison Vauquer; but January came and went, and he was
still there, still unprepared to go.
One rule holds good of most young men--whether rich or poor. They
never have money for the necessaries of life, but they have
always money to spare for their caprices--an anomaly which finds
its
explanation in their youth and in the almost frantic
eagerness with which youth grasps at pleasure. They are reckless
with anything obtained on credit, while everything for which they
must pay in ready money is made to last as long as possible; if
they cannot have all that they want, they make up for it, it
would seem, by squandering what they have. To state the matter
simply--a student is far more careful of his hat than of his
coat, because the latter being a
comparativelycostly article of
dress, it is in the nature of things that a
tailor should be a
creditor; but it is
otherwise with the hatter; the sums of money
spent with him are so
modest, that he is the most independent and
unmanageable of his tribe, and it is almost impossible to bring
him to terms. The young man in the
balcony of a theatre who
displays a
gorgeouswaistcoat for the benefit of the fair owners
of opera glasses, has very probably no socks in his
wardrobe, for
the hosier is another of the genus of weevils that
nibble at the
purse. This was Rastignac's condition. His purse was always empty
for Mme. Vauquer, always full at the demand of
vanity; there was
a
periodical ebb and flow in his fortunes, which was seldom
favorable to the
payment of just debts. If he was to leave that
unsavory and mean abode, where from time to time his pretensions
met with
humiliation, the first step was to pay his
hostess for a
month's board and
lodging, and the second to purchase furniture
worthy of the new
lodgings he must take in his quality of dandy,
a course that remained impossible. Rastignac, out of his winnings
at cards, would pay his
jeweler exorbitant prices for gold
watches and chains, and then, to meet the exigencies of play,
would carry them to the pawnbroker, that
discreet and forbidding-
looking friend of youth; but when it was a question of paying for
board or
lodging, or for the necessary implements for the
cultivation of his Elysian fields, his
imagination and pluck
alike deserted him. There was no
inspiration to be found in
vulgar necessity, in debts
contracted for past requirements. Like
most of those who trust to their luck, he put off till the last
moment the
payment of debts that among the bourgeoisie are
regarded as
sacred engagements,
acting on the plan of Mirabeau,
who never settled his baker's bill until it underwent a
formidabletransformation into a bill of exchange.
It was about this time when Rastignac was down on his luck and
fell into debt, that it became clear to the law student's mind
that he must have some more certain source of
income if he meant
to live as he had been doing. But while he groaned over the
thorny problems of his
precarious situation, he felt that he
could not bring himself to
renounce the pleasures of this
extravagant life, and
decided that he must continue it at all
costs. His dreams of obtaining a fortune appeared more and more
chimerical, and the real obstacles grew more
formidable. His
initiation into the secrets of the Nucingen household had
revealed to him that if he were to attempt to use this love
affair as a means of mending his fortunes, he must
swallow down
all sense of
decency, and
renounce all the
generous ideas which
redeem the sins of youth. He had chosen this life of apparent
splendor, but
secretly gnawed by the
canker worm of
remorse, a
life of
fleeting pleasure
dearly paid for by
persistent pain;
like Le Distrait of La Bruyere, he had descended so far as to
make his bed in a ditch; but (also like Le Distrait) he himself
was uncontaminated as yet by the mire that stained his garments.
"So we have killed our mandarin, have we?" said Bianchon one day
as they left the dinner table.
"Not yet," he answered, "but he is at his last gasp."
The
medical student took this for a joke, but it was not a jest.
Eugene had dined in the house that night for the first time for a
long while, and had looked
thoughtful during the meal. He had
taken his place beside Mlle. Taillefer, and stayed through the
dessert, giving his neighbor an
expressive glance from time to
time. A few of the boarders discussed the walnuts at the table,
and others walked about the room, still
taking part in the
conversation which had begun among them. People usually went when
they chose; the
amount of time that they lingered being
determined by the
amount of interest that the conversation
possessed for them, or by the difficulty of the process of
digestion. In winter-time the room was seldom empty before eight
o'clock, when the four women had it all to themselves, and made
up for the silence
previously imposed upon them by the
preponderating
masculine element. This evening Vautrin had
noticed Eugene's abstractedness, and stayed in the room, though
he had seemed to be in a hurry to finish his dinner and go. All
through the talk afterwards he had kept out of the sight of the
law student, who quite believed that Vautrin had left the room.
He now took up his position
cunningly in the sitting-room instead