temperament, yet
smitten with a terrible
weakness at its core.
By the time the old town lay several miles away, Victurnien felt not
the slightest regret; he thought no more about the father, who had
loved ten
generations in his son, nor of the aunt, and her almost
insanedevotion. He was looking forward to Paris with
vehement ill-
starred longings; in thought he had lived in that
fairyland, it had
been the
background of his brightest dreams. He imagined that he would
be first in Paris, as he had been in the town and the department where
his father's name was
potent; but it was
vanity, not pride, that
filled his soul, and in his dreams his pleasures were to be magnified
by all the
greatness of Paris. The distance was soon crossed. The
traveling coach, like his own thoughts, left the narrow
horizon of the
province for the vast world of the great city, without a break in the
journey. He stayed in the Rue de Richelieu, in a handsome hotel close
to the
boulevard, and hastened to take possession of Paris as a
famished horse rushes into a meadow.
He was not long in
finding out the difference between country and
town, and was rather surprised than abashed by the change. His mental
quickness soon discovered how small an entity he was in the midst of
this all-comprehending Babylon; how
insane it would be to attempt to
stem the
torrent of new ideas and new ways. A single
incident was
enough. He delivered his father's letter of
introduction to the Duc de
Lenoncourt, a noble who stood high in favor with the King. He saw the
duke in his splendid
mansion, among surroundings befitting his rank.
Next day he met him again. This time the Peer of France was lounging
on foot along the
boulevard, just like any ordinary
mortal, with an
umbrella in his hand; he did not even wear the Blue Ribbon, without
which no
knight of the order could have appeared in public in other
times. And, duke and peer and first gentleman of the bedchamber though
he was, M. de Lenoncourt, in spite of his high
courtesy, could not
repress a smile as he read his relative's letter; and that smile told
Victurnien that the Collection of Antiquities and the Tuileries were
separated by more than sixty leagues of road; the distance of several
centuries lay between them.
The names of the families grouped about the
throne are quite different
in each
successive reign, and the
characters change with the names. It
would seem that, in the
sphere of court, the same thing happens over
and over again in each
generation; but each time there is a quite
different set of personages. If history did not prove that this is so,
it would seem
incredible. The
prominent men at the court of Louis
XVIII., for
instance, had scarcely any
connection with the Rivieres,
Blacas, d'Avarays, Vitrolles, d'Autichamps, Pasquiers,
Larochejaqueleins, Decazes, Dambrays, Laines, de Villeles, La
Bourdonnayes, and others who shone at the court of Louis XV. Compare
the courtiers of Henri IV. with those of Louis XIV.; you will hardly
find five great families of the former time still in
existence. The
nephew of the great Richelieu was a very
insignificant person at the
court of Louis XIV.; while His Majesty's favorite, Villeroi, was the
grandson of a secretary ennobled by Charles IX. And so it
befell that
the d'Esgrignons, all but princes under the Valois, and all-powerful
in the time of Henri IV., had no fortune
whatever at the court of
Louis XVIII., which gave them not so much as a thought. At this day
there are names as famous as those of royal houses--the Foix-Graillys,
for
instance, or the d'Herouvilles--left to
obscurity tantamount to
extinction for want of money, the one power of the time.
All which things Victurnien
beheld entirely from his own point of
view; he felt the
equality that he saw in Paris as a personal wrong.
The
monster Equality was swallowing down the last fragments of social
distinction in the Restoration. Having made up his mind on this head,
he immediately proceeded to try to win back his place with such
dangerous, if blunted weapons, as the age left to the noblesse. It is
an
expensive matter to gain the attention of Paris. To this end,
Victurnien adopted some of the ways then in vogue. He felt that it was
a necessity to have horses and fine carriages, and all the accessories
of modern
luxury; he felt, in short, "that a man must keep
abreast of
the times," as de Marsay said--de Marsay, the first dandy that he came
across in the first drawing-room to which he was introduced. For his