whether the petitioner may not have been
prompted by
passion, by a
desire for money, which is
unfortunately too common----"
The Marquise was on Saint Laurence's gridiron.
"And I must have explanations on this point. Madame, I have no wish to
call you to
account; I only want to know how you have managed to live
at the rate of sixty thousand francs a year, and that for some years
past. There are plenty of women who
achieve this in their
housekeeping, but you are not one of those. Tell me, you may have the
most
legitimate resources, a royal
pension, or some claim on the
indemnities
lately granted; but even then you must have had your
husband's authority to receive them."
The Marquise did not speak.
"You must remember," Popinot went on, "that M. d'Espard may wish to
enter a protest, and his
counsel will have a right to find out whether
you have any creditors. This boudoir is newly furnished, your rooms
are not now furnished with the things left to you by M. d'Espard in
1816. If, as you did me the honor of informing me, furniture is costly
for the Jeanrenauds, it must be yet more so for you, who are a great
lady. Though I am a judge, I am but a man; I may be wrong--tell me so.
Remember the duties imposed on me by the law, and the rigorous
inquiries it demands, when the case before it is the sus
pension from
all his functions of the father of a family in the prime of life. So
you will
pardon me, Madame la Marquise, for laying all these
difficulties before you; it will be easy for you to give me an
explanation.
"When a man is
pronouncedincapable of the control of his own affairs,
a
trustee has to be ap
pointed. Who will be the
trustee?"
"His brother," said the Marquise.
The Chevalier bowed. There was a short silence, very
uncomfortable for
the five persons who were present. The judge, in sport as it were, had
laid open the woman's sore place. Popinot's
countenance of common,
clumsy good-nature, at which the Marquise, the Chevalier, and
Rastignac had been inclined to laugh, had gained importance in their
eyes. As they stole a look at him, they discerned the various
expressions of that
eloquent mouth. The
ridiculousmortal was a judge
of acumen. His studious notice of the boudoir was
accounted for: he
had started from the gilt
elephant supporting the chimney-clock,
examining all this
luxury, and had ended by
reading this woman's soul.
"If the Marquis d'Espard is mad about China, I see that you are not
less fond of its products," said Popinot, looking at the
porcelain on
the chimney-piece. "But perhaps it was from M. le Marquis that you had
these
charming Oriental pieces," and he
pointed to some precious
trifles.
This irony, in very good taste, made Bianchon smile, and petrified
Rastignac, while the Marquise bit her thin lips.
"Instead of being the
protector of a woman placed in a cruel dilemma--
an
alternative between losing her fortune and her children, and being
regarded as her husband's enemy," she said, "you
accuse me,
monsieur!
You
suspect my motives! You must own that your conduct is strange!"
"Madame," said the judge
eagerly, "the
caution exercised by the Court
in such cases as these might have given you, in any other judge, a
perhaps less indulgent
critic than I am.--And do you suppose that M.
d'Espard's
lawyer will show you any great
consideration? Will he not
be
suspicious of motives which may be
perfectly pure and
disinterested? Your life will be at his mercy; he will inquire into it
without qualifying his search by the
respectful deference I have for
you."
"I am much obliged to you,
monsieur," said the Marquise satirically.
"Admitting for the moment that I owe thirty thousand or fifty thousand
francs, in the first place, it would be a mere
trifle to the d'Espards
and the Blamont-Chauvrys. But if my husband is not in the possession
of his
mental faculties, would that prevent his being
pronouncedincapable?"
"No, madame," said Popinot.
"Although you have questioned me with a sort of
cunning which I should
not have
suspected in a judge, and under circumstances where
straightforwardness would have answered your purpose," she went on, "I
will tell you without subterfuge that my position in the world, and
the efforts I have to make to keep up my
connection, are not in the
least to my taste. I began my life by a long period of
solitude; but
my children's interest appealed to me; I felt that I must fill their