used by the count's gardeners. All these little stealings had some
ostensible excuse.
Madame Moreau had taken into her service a daughter of one of the
gardeners, who was first her maid and afterwards her cook. The
poultry-game, also the dairy-maid, assisted in the work of the
household; and the
steward had hired a discharged soldier to groom the
horses and do the heavy labor.
At Nerville, Chaumont, Maffliers, Nointel, and other places of the
neighborhood, the handsome wife of the
steward was received by persons
who either did not know, or pretended not to know her previous
condition. Moreau did services to many persons. He induced his master
to agree to certain things which seem trifles in Paris, but are really
of
immense importance in the country. After bringing about the
appointment of a certain "juge de paix" at Beaumont and also at Isle-
Adam, he had, in the same year, prevented the dismissal of a keeper-
general of the Forests, and obtained the cross of the Legion of honor
for the first cavalry-sergeant at Beaumont. Consequently, no festivity
was ever given among the bourgeoisie to which Monsieur and Madame
Moreau were not invited. The
rector of Presles and the mayor of
Presles came every evening to play cards with them. It is difficult
for a man not to be kind and
hospitable after feathering his nest so
comfortably.
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great ladies are, for after they are married they
imitate their
mistresses, Madame Moreau imported from Paris all the new fashions.
She wore
expensive boots, and never was seen on foot, except,
occasionally, in the finest weather. Though her husband allowed but
five hundred francs a year for her
toilet, that sum is
immense in the
provinces, especially if well laid out. So that Madame Moreau, fair,
rosy, and fresh, about thirty-six years of age, still
slender and
delicate in shape in spite of her three children, played the young
girl and gave herself the airs of a
princess. If, when she drove by in
her caleche, some stranger had asked, "Who is she?" Madame Moreau
would have been
furious had she heard the reply: "The wife of the
steward at Presles." She wished to be taken for the
mistress of the
chateau. In the villages, she patronized the people in the tone of a
great lady. The influence of her husband over the count, proved in so
many years, prevented the small bourgeoisie from laughing at Madame
Moreau, who, in the eyes of the
peasants, was really a personage.
Estelle (her name was Estelle) took no more part in the affairs of the
stewardship then the wife of a
broker does in her husband's affairs at
the Bourse. She even depended on Moreau for the care of the household
and their own fortune. Confident of his MEANS, she was a thousand
leagues from dreaming that this comfortable
existence, which had
lasted for seventeen years, could ever be endangered. And yet, when
she heard of the count's
determination to
restore the magnificent
chateau, she felt that her enjoyments were threatened, and she urged
her husband to come to the
arrangement with Leger about Les
Moulineaux, so that they might
retire from Presles and live at Isle-
Adam. She had no
intention of returning to a position that was more or
less that of a servant in presence of her former
mistress, who,
indeed, would have laughed to see her established in the lodge with
all the airs and graces of a woman of the world.
The rancorous
enmity which existed between the Reyberts and the
Moreaus came from a wound inflicted by Madame de Reybert upon Madame
Moreau on the first occasion when the latter assumed precedence over
the former on her first
arrival at Presles, the wife of the
stewardbeing determined not to allow her
supremacy to be undermined by a
woman nee de Corroy. Madame de Reybert
thereupon reminded, or,
perhaps, informed the whole country-side of Madame Moreau's former
station. The words "waiting-maid" flew from lip to lip. The envious
acquaintances of the Moreaus throughout the
neighborhood from Beaumont
to Moisselles, began to carp and criticize with such
eagerness that a
few sparks of the conflagration fell into the Moreau household. For
four years the Reyberts, cut dead by the handsome Estelle, found
themselves the objects of so much animadversion on the part of the
adherents of the Moreaus that their position at Presles would not have
been endurable without the thought of
vengeance which had, so far,