that she had lost half her fortune, and Paul,
ignorant that the house
of Manerville had gained it, were laughing and
chattering still.
Solonet and Madame Evangelista gazed at each other; the one
endeavoring to
conceal his
indifference, the other repressing the rush
of a crowd of bitter feelings.
After
suffering in her own mind the struggles of
remorse, after
blaming Paul as the cause of her dishonesty, Madame Evangelista had
decided to employ those
shameful manoeuvres to cast on him the burden
of her own unfaithful guardianship,
considering him her
victim. But
now, in a moment, she
perceived that where she thought she
triumphed
she was about to
perish, and her
victim was her own daughter. Guilty
without profit, she saw herself the dupe of an honorable old man,
whose respect she had
doubtless lost. Her secret conduct must have
inspired the stipulation of old Mathias; and Mathias must have
enlightened Paul. Horrible reflection! Even if he had not yet done so,
as soon as that contract was signed the old wolf would surely warn his
client of the dangers he had run and had now escaped, were it only to
receive the praise of his
sagacity. He would put him on his guard
against the wily woman who had lowered herself to this
conspiracy; he
would destroy the empire she had conquered over her son-in-law! Feeble
natures, once warned, turn
obstinate, and are never won again. At the
first
discussion of the contract she had reckoned on Paul's weakness,
and on the
impossibility he would feel of breaking off a marriage so
far
advanced. But now, she herself was far more
tightly bound. Three
months earlier Paul had no real obstacles to prevent the rupture; now,
all Bordeaux knew that the notaries had smoothed the difficulties; the
banns were published; the
wedding was to take place immediately; the
friends of both families were at that moment arriving for the fete,
and to
witness the contract. How could she
postpone the marriage at
this late hour? The cause of the rupture would surely be made known;
Maitre Mathias's stern honor was too well known in Bordeaux; his word
would be believed in
preference to hers. The scoffers would turn
against her and against her daughter. No, she could not break it off;
she must yield!
These reflections, so
cruelly sound, fell upon Madame Evangelista's
brain like a water-spout and split it. Though she still maintained the
dignity and reserve of a diplomatist, her chin was
shaken by that
apoplectic
movement which showed the anger of Catherine the Second on
the famous day when, seated on her
throne and in presence of her court
(very much in the present circumstances of Madame Evangelista), she
was braved by the King of Sweden. Solonet observed that play of the
muscles, which revealed the birth of a
mortalhatred, a lurid storm to
which there was no
lightning. At this moment Madame Evangelista vowed
to her son-in-law one of those unquenchable
hatreds the seeds of which
were left by the Moors in the
atmosphere of Spain.
"Monsieur," she said, bending to the ear of her notary, "you called
that stipulation balderdash; it seems to me that nothing could have
been more clear."
"Madame, allow me--"
"Monsieur," she continued, paying no heed to his
interruption, "if you
did not
perceive the effect of that
entail at the time of our first
conference, it is very
extraordinary that it did not occur to you in
the silence of your study. This can hardly be incapacity."
The young notary drew his
client into the next room,
saying to
himself, as he did so:--
"I get a three-thousand franc fee for the guardianship
account, three
thousand for the contract, six thousand on the sale of the house,
fifteen thousand in all--better not be angry."
He closed the door, cast on Madame Evangelista the cool look of a
business man, and said:--
"Madame, having, for your sake, passed--as I did--the proper limits of
legal craft, do you
seriously intend to
reward my
devotion by such
language?"
"But,
monsieur--"