that I had to show him two full puncheons. Our neighbor, Pierre
Champlain,
fortunately had two which he had not sold. I asked him to
kindly let me have them rolled into our
cellar; and oh, dear! now that
the good-man has seen them he insists on bottling them off himself!"
Madame Vernier had
related the poor woman's trouble to her husband
just before the entrance of Gaudissart, and at the first words of the
famous traveller Vernier determined that he should be made to grapple
with Margaritis.
"Monsieur," said the ex-dyer, as soon as the
illustrious Gaudissart
had fired his first broadside, "I will not hide from you the great
difficulties which my native place offers to your
enterprise. This
part of the country goes along, as it were, in the rough,--"suo modo."
It is a country where new ideas don't take hold. We live as our
fathers lived, we amuse ourselves with four meals a day, and we
cultivate our
vineyards and sell our wines to the best
advantage. Our
business principle is to sell things for more than they cost us; we
shall stick in that rut, and neither God nor the devil can get us out
of it. I will, however, give you some advice, and good advice is an
egg in the hand. There is in this town a
retiredbanker in whose
wisdom I have--I, particularly--the greatest confidence. If you can
obtain his support, I will add mine. If your proposals have real
merit, if we are convinced of the
advantage of your
enterprise, the
approval of Monsieur Margaritis (which carries with it mine) will open
to you at least twenty rich houses in Vouvray who will be glad to try
your specifics."
When Madame Vernier heard the name of the
lunatic she raised her head
and looked at her husband.
"Ah,
precisely; my wife intends to call on Madame Margaritis with one
of our neighbors. Wait a moment, and you can accompany these ladies--
You can pick up Madame Fontanieu on your way," said the wily dyer,
winking at his wife.
To pick out the greatest
gossip, the sharpest tongue, the most
inveterate cackler of the
neighborhood! It meant that Madame Vernier
was to take a
witness to the scene between the traveller and the
lunatic which should keep the town in
laughter for a month. Monsieur
and Madame Vernier played their part so well that Gaudissart had no
suspicions, and
straightway fell into the trap. He gallantly offered
his arm to Madame Vernier, and believed that he made, as they went
along, the
conquest of both ladies, for those benefit he sparkled with
wit and humor and undetected puns.
The house of the pretended
banker stood at the entrance to the Valley
Coquette. The place, called La Fuye, had nothing
remarkable about it.
On the ground floor was a large wainscoted salon, on either side of
which opened the bedroom of the good-man and that of his wife. The
salon was entered from an ante-chamber, which served as the dining-
room and communicated with the kitchen. This lower door, which was
wholly without the
external charm usually seen even in the humblest
dwellings in Touraine, was covered by a mansard story, reached by a
stairway built on the outside of the house against the gable end and
protected by a shed-roof. A little garden, full of marigolds,
syringas, and elder-bushes, separated the house from the fields; and
all around the
courtyard were detached buildings which were used in
the vintage season for the various processes of making wine.
CHAPTER IV
Margaritis was seated in an arm-chair covered with yellow Utrecht
velvet, near the window of the salon, and he did not stir as the two
ladies entered with Gaudissart. His thoughts were
running on the casks
of wine. He was a spare man, and his bald head, garnished with a few
spare locks at the back of it, was pear-shaped in conformation. His
sunken eyes, overtopped by heavy black brows and surrounded by
discolored circles, his nose, thin and sharp like the blade of a
knife, the
strongly marked jawbone, the hollow cheeks, and the oblong
tendency of all these lines, together with his unnaturally long and
flat chin, contributed to give a
peculiar expression to his
countenance,--something between that of a
retired professor of
rhetoric and a rag-picker.
"Monsieur Margaritis," cried Madame Vernier, addressing him, "come,
stir about! Here is a gentleman whom my husband sends to you, and you
must listen to him with great attention. Put away your
mathematics and
talk to him."
On
hearing these words the
lunatic rose, looked at Gaudissart, made