When studying for his degree in Paris, the doctor had followed a
course of
chemistry under Rouelle, and had gathered some ideas which
he afterwards put to use in the
chemistry of cooking. His memory is
famous in Issoudun for certain improvements little known outside of
Berry. It was he who discovered that an omelette is far more delicate
when the whites and the yolks are not
beaten together with the
violence which cooks usually put into the operation. He considered
that the whites should be
beaten to a froth and the yolks
gently added
by degrees;
moreover a frying-pan should never be used, but a
"cagnard" of
porcelain or earthenware. The "cagnard" is a
species of
thick dish
standing on four feet, so that when it is placed on the
stove the air circulates
underneath and prevents the fire from
cracking it. In Touraine the "cagnard" is called a "cauquemarre."
Rabelais, I think, speaks of a "cauquemarre" for cooking cockatrice
eggs, thus proving the
antiquity of the
utensil. The doctor had also
found a way to prevent the tartness of browned butter; but his secret,
which unluckily he kept to his own kitchen, has been lost.
Flore, a born fryer and roaster, two qualities that can never be
acquired by
observation nor yet by labor, soon surpassed Fanchette. In
making herself a cordon-bleu she was thinking of Jean-Jacques's
comfort; though she was, it must be owned, tolerably dainty.
Incapable, like all persons without education, of doing anything with
her brains, she spent her activity upon household matters. She rubbed
up the furniture till it shone, and kept everything about the house in
a state of
cleanlinessworthy of Holland. She managed the avalanches
of soiled linen and the floods of water that go by the name of "the
wash," which was done, according to
provincial usage, three times a
year. She kept a housewifely eye to the linen, and mended it
carefully. Then,
desirous of
learning little by little the secret of
the family property, she acquired the very
limited business knowledge
which Rouget possessed, and increased it by conversations with the
notary of the late doctor, Monsieur Heron. Thus instructed, she gave
excellent advice to her little Jean-Jacques. Sure of being always
mistress, she was as eager and solicitous about the old
bachelor's
interests as if they had been her own. She was not obliged to guard
against the exactions of her uncle, for two months before the doctor's
death Brazier died of a fall as he was leaving a wine-shop, where,
since his rise in fortune, he spent most of his time. Flore had also
lost her father; thus she served her master with all the affection
which an
orphan,
thankful to make herself a home and a settlement in
life, would naturally feel.
This period of his life was
paradise to poor Jean-Jacques, who now
acquired the gentle habits of an animal, trained into a sort of
monastic regularity. He slept late. Flore, who was up at daybreak
attending to her
housekeeping, woke him so that he should find his
breakfast ready as soon as he had finished dressing. After breakfast,
about eleven o'clock, Jean-Jacques went to walk; talked with the
people he met, and came home at three in the afternoon to read the
papers,--those of the department, and a
journal from Paris which he
received three days after
publication, well greased by the thirty
hands through which it came, browned by the snuffy noses that had
pored over it, and soiled by the various tables on which it had lain.
The old
bachelor thus got through the day until it was time for
dinner; over that meal he spent as much time as it was possible to
give to it. Flore told him the news of the town, repeating the cackle
that was current, which she had carefully picked up. Towards eight
o'clock the lights were put out. Going to bed early is a saving of
fire and candles very
commonly practised in the provinces, which
contributes no doubt to the empty-mindedness of the inhabitants. Too
much sleep dulls and weakens the brain.
Such was the life of these two persons during a period of nine years,
the great events of which were a few journeys to Bourges, Vierzon,
Chateauroux, or somewhat further, if the notaries of those towns and
Monsieur Heron had no
investments ready for
acceptance. Rouget lent
his money at five per cent on a first
mortgage, with
release of the
wife's rights in case the owner was married. He never lent more than a
third of the value of the property, and required notes payable to his
order for an
additional interest of two and a half per cent spread
over the whole
duration of the loan. Such were the rules his father
had told him to follow. Usury, that clog upon the
ambition of the
peasantry, is the destroyer of country regions. This levy of seven and
a half per cent seemed,
therefore, so
reasonable to the borrowers that
Jean-Jacques Rouget had his choice of
investments; and the notaries of
the different towns, who got a fine
commission for themselves from
clients for whom they obtained money on such good terms, gave due