"'If you would deign,'" said Gaudron; "add the word 'deign,' it is
more
respectful. But you ought to know, first of all, whether Madame
la Dauphine will grant you her
protection, and then you could suggest
to Madame la comtesse the idea of co-operating with the wishes of her
Royal Highness."
"You ought to
designate the
vacant post," said Baudoyer.
"'Madame la comtesse,'" began Saillard, rising, and bowing to his
wife, with an
agreeable smile.
"Goodness! Saillard; how
ridiculous you look. Take care, my man,
you'll make the woman laugh."
"'Madame la comtesse,'" resumed Saillard. "Is that better, wife?"
"Yes, my duck."
"'The place of the
worthy Monsieur de la Billardiere is
vacant; my
son-in-law, Monsieur Baudoyer--'"
"'Man of
talent and
extreme piety,'" prompted Gaudron.
"Write it down, Baudoyer," cried old Saillard, "write that
sentencedown."
Baudoyer proceeded to take a pen and wrote, without a blush, his own
praises,
precisely as Nathan or Canalis might have reviewed one of
their own books.
"'Madame la comtesse'-- Don't you see, mother?" said Saillard to his
wife; "I am supposing you to be the minister's wife."
"Do you take me for a fool?" she answered
sharply. "I know that."
"'The place of the late
worthy de la Billardiere is
vacant; my son-in-
law, Monsieur Baudoyer, a man of
consummatetalent and
extremepiety--'" After looking at Monsieur Gaudron, who was reflecting, he
added, "'will be very glad if he gets it.' That's not bad; it's brief
and it says the whole thing."
"But do wait, Saillard; don't you see that Monsieur l'abbe is turning
it over in his mind?" said Madame Saillard; "don't
disturb him."
"'Will be very
thankful if you would deign to interest yourself in his
behalf,'" resumed Gaudron. "'And in
saying a word to his Excellency
you will particularly please Madame la Dauphine, by whom he has the
honor and the happiness to be protected.'"
"Ah! Monsieur Gaudron, that
sentence is worth more than the
monstrance; I don't regret the four thousand eight hundred-- Besides,
Baudoyer, my lad, you'll pay them, won't you? Have you written it all
down?"
"I shall make you repeat it, father, morning and evening," said Madame
Saillard. "Yes, that's a good speech. How lucky you are, Monsieur
Gaudron, to know so much. That's what it is to be brought up in a
seminary; they learn there how to speak to God and his saints."
"He is as good as he is learned," said Baudoyer, pressing the priest's
hand. "Did you write that article?" he added, pointing to the
newspaper.
"No, it was written by the secretary of his Eminence, a young abbe who
is under obligations to me, and who takes an interest in Monsieur
Colleville; he was educated at my expense."
"A good deed is always rewarded," said Baudoyer.
While these four personages were sitting down to their game of boston,
Elisabeth and her uncle Mitral reached the cafe Themis, with much
discourse as they drove along about a matter which Elisabeth's keen
perceptions told her was the most powerful lever that could be used to
force the minister's hand in the affair of her husband's appointment.
Uncle Mitral, a former sheriff's officer,
crafty, clever at sharp
practice, and full of expedients and
judicial precautions, believed
the honor of his family to be involved in the appointment of his
nephew. His
avarice had long led him to
estimate the
contents of old
Gigonnet's strong-box, for he knew very well they would go in the end
to benefit his
nephew Baudoyer; and it was
therefore important that
the latter should
obtain a position which would be in keeping with the
combined fortunes of the Saillards and the old Gigonnet, which would
finally devolve on the Baudoyer's little daughter; and what an heiress
she would be with an
income of a hundred thousand francs! to what
social position might she not
aspire with that fortune? He adopted all
the ideas of his niece Elisabeth and
thoroughly understood them. He
had helped in sending off Falleix expeditiously, explaining to him the
advantage of
taking post horses. After which, while eating his dinner,
he reflected that it be as well to give a twist of his own to the
clever plan
invented by Elisabeth.
When they reached the Cafe Themis he told his niece that he alone
could manage Gigonnet in the matter they both had in view, and he made
her wait in the hackney-coach and bide her time to come forward at the