amount to more than two hundred thousand; she has her house and
Prebaudet and fifteen thousand francs a year. A word to my friend the
Comte de Fontaine, and I should be mayor of Alencon to-morrow, and
deputy. Then, once seated on the Right benches, we shall reach the
peerage, shouting, 'Cloture!' 'Ordre!'"
As soon as she reached home Madame Granson had a
livelyargument with
her son, who could not be made to see the
connection which existed
between his love and his political opinions. It was the first quarrel
that had ever troubled that poor household.
CHAPTER VI
FINAL DISAPPOINTMENT AND ITS FIRST RESULT
The next day, Mademoiselle Cormon, packed into the old carriole with
Josette, and looking like a pyramid on a vast sea of parcels, drove up
the rue Saint-Blaise on her way to Prebaudet, where she was overtaken
by an event which
hurried on her marriage,--an event entirely unlooked
for by either Madame Granson, du Bousquier, Monsieur de Valois, or
Mademoiselle Cormon himself. Chance is the greatest of all artificers.
The day after her
arrival at Prebaudet, she was
innocently employed,
about eight o'clock in the morning, in listening, as she breakfasted,
to the various reports of her
keeper and her
gardener, when Jacquelin
made a
violent irruption into the dining-room.
"Mademoiselle," he cried, out of
breath, "Monsieur l'abbe sends you an
express, the son of Mere Grosmort, with a letter. The lad left Alencon
before
daylight, and he has just arrived; he ran like Penelope! Can't
I give him a glass of wine?"
"What can have happened, Josette? Do you think my uncle can be--"
"He couldn't write if he were," said Josette, guessing her
mistress's
fears.
"Quick! quick!" cried Mademoiselle Cormon, as soon as she had read the
first lines. "Tell Jacquelin to
harness Penelope-- Get ready, Josette;
pack up everything in half an hour. We must go back to town--"
"Jacquelin!" called Josette,
excited by the
sentiment she saw on her
mistress's face.
Jacquelin, informed by Josette, came in to say,--
"But,
mademoiselle, Penelope is eating her oats."
"What does that
signify? I must start at once."
"But,
mademoiselle, it is going to rain."
"Then we shall get wet."
"The house is on fire!" muttered Josette, piqued at the silence her
mistress kept as to the
contents of the letter, which she read and
reread.
"Finish your coffee, at any rate,
mademoiselle; don't
excite your
blood; just see how red you are."
"Am I red, Josette?" she said, going to a mirror, from which the
quicksilver was peeling, and which presented her features to her
upside down.
"Good heavens!" thought Mademoiselle Cormon, "suppose I should look
ugly! Come, Josette; come, my dear, dress me at once; I want to be
ready before Jacquelin has
harnessed Penelope. If you can't pack my
things in time, I will leave them here rather than lose a single
minute."
If you have
thoroughly comprehended the
positive monomania to which
the desire of marriage had brought Mademoiselle Cormon, you will share
her
emotion. The
worthy uncle announced in this sudden missive that
Monsieur de Troisville, of the Russian army during the Emigration,
grandson of one of his best friends, was
desirous of retiring to
Alencon, and asked his, the abbe's
hospitality, on the ground of his
friendship for his
grandfather, the Vicomte de Troisville. The old
abbe, alarmed at the
responsibility, entreated his niece to return
instantly and help him to receive this guest, and do the honors of the
house; for the viscount's letter had been delayed, and he might
descend upon his shoulders that very night.
After
reading this missive could there be a question of the demands of
Prebaudet? The
keeper and the
gardener, witnesses to Mademoiselle
Cormon's
excitement, stood aside and awaited her orders. But when, as
she was about to leave the room, they stopped her to ask for
instructions, for the first time in her life the despotic old maid,
who saw to everything at Prebaudet with her own eyes, said, to their
stupefaction, "Do what you like." This from a
mistress who carried her
administration to the point of counting her fruits, and marking them
so as to order their
consumption according to the number and condition
of each!
"I believe I'm dreaming," thought Josette, as she saw her
mistressflying down the
staircase like an
elephant to which God has given
wings.