steps of the portico; but she
instantly turned back and added, "That
is less impertinent than to take me for a fool. The change in your
conduct comes from certain silly rumors which you have heard in Havre,
and which my maid Francoise has
repeated to me."
"Ah, Modeste, how can you think it?" said Canalis,
striking a dramatic
attitude. "Do you think me
capable of marrying you only for your
money?"
"If I do you that wrong after your edifying remarks on the banks of
the Seine can you easily
undeceive me," she said, annihilating him
with her scorn.
"Ah!" thought the poet, as he followed her into the house, "if you
think, my little girl, that I'm to be caught in that net, you take me
to be younger than I am. Dear, dear, what a fuss about an artful
little thing whose
esteem I value about as much as that of the king of
Borneo. But she has given me a good reason for the rupture by accusing
me of such
unworthy sentiments. Isn't she sly? La Briere will get a
burden on his back--idiot that he is! And five years hence it will be
a good joke to see them together."
The
coldness which this altercation produced between Modeste and
Canalis was
visible to all eyes that evening. The poet went off early,
on the ground of La Briere's
illness, leaving the field to the grand
equerry. About eleven o'clock Butscha, who had come to walk home with
Madame Latournelle, whispered in Modeste's ear, "Was I right?"
"Alas, yes," she said.
"But I hope you have left the door half open, so that he can come
back; we agreed upon that, you know."
"Anger got the better of me," said Modeste. "Such meanness sent the
blood to my head and I told him what I thought of him."
"Well, so much the better. When you are both so angry that you can't
speak civilly to each other I engage to make him
desperately in love
and so pressing that you will be deceived yourself."
"Come, come, Butscha; he is a great poet; he is a gentleman; he is a
man of intellect."
"Your father's eight millions are more to him than all that."
"Eight millions!" exclaimed Modeste.
"My master, who has sold his practice, is going to Provence to attend
to the purchase of lands which your father's agent has suggested to
him. The sum that is to be paid for the
estate of La Bastie is four
millions; your father has agreed to it. You are to have a 'dot' of two
millions and another million for an
establishment in Paris, a hotel
and furniture. Now, count up."
"Ah! then I can be Duchesse d'Herouville!" cried Modeste, glancing at
Butscha.
"If it hadn't been for that
comedian of a Canalis you would have kept
HIS whip, thinking it came from me," said the dwarf, indirectly
pleading La Briere's cause.
"Monsieur Butscha, may I ask if I am to marry to please you?" said
Modeste, laughing.
"That fine fellow loves you as well as I do,--and you loved him for
eight days," retorted Butscha; "and HE has got a heart."
"Can he
compete, pray, with an office under the Crown? There are but
six, grand almoner,
chancellor, grand
chamberlain, grand master, high
constable, grand admiral,--but they don't
appoint high constables any
longer."
"In six months,
mademoiselle, the masses--who are made up of wicked
Butschas--could send all those grand dignities to the winds. Besides,
what signifies
nobility in these days? There are not a thousand real
noblemen in France. The d'Herouvilles are descended from a tipstaff in
the time of Robert of Normandy. You will have to put up with many a
vexation from the old aunt with the furrowed face. Look here,--as you
are so
anxious for the title of
duchess,--you belong to the Comtat,
and the Pope will certainly think as much of you as he does of all
those merchants down there; he'll sell you a duchy with some name
ending in 'ia' or 'agno.' Don't play away your happiness for an office
under the Crown."
CHAPTER XXV