the
innocence and
nobility of her soul, foresaw that she would issue
safely from her trials in spite of the accusations which blasted her
life. It may be that Providence has called her to the bosom of God to
withdraw her from those trials. Happy they who can rest here below in
the peace of their own hearts as Sophie now is resting in her robe of
innocence among the blest."
"When he had ended his pompous
discourse," said Monsieur de Bourbonne,
after relating the incidents of the internment to Madame de Listomere
when whist was over, the doors shut, and they were alone with the
baron, "this Louis XI. in a cassock--imagine him if you can!--gave a
last
flourish to the sprinkler and aspersed the
coffin with holy
water." Monsieur de Bourbonne picked up the tongs and imitated the
priest's
gesture so satirically that the baron and his aunt could not
help laughing. "Not until then," continued the old gentleman, "did he
contradict himself. Up to that time his
behavior had been perfect; but
it was no doubt impossible for him to put the old maid, whom he
despised so
heartily and hated almost as much as he hated Chapeloud,
out of sight forever without allowing his joy to appear in that last
gesture."
The next day Mademoiselle Salomon came to breakfast with Madame de
Listomere,
chiefly to say, with deep
emotion: "Our poor Abbe Birotteau
has just received a
frightful blow, which shows the most determined
hatred. He is appointed curate of Saint-Symphorien."
Saint-Symphorien is a
suburb of Tours lying beyond the
bridge. That
bridge, one of the finest monuments of French
architecture, is
nineteen hundred feet long, and the two open squares which surround
each end are
precisely alike.
"Don't you see the
misery of it?" she said, after a pause, amazed at
the
coldness with which Madame de Listomere received the news. "It is
just as if the abbe were a hundred miles from Tours, from his friends,
from everything! It is a
frightful exile, and all the more cruel
because he is kept within sight of the town where he can hardly ever
come. Since his troubles he walks very
feebly, yet he will have to
walk three miles to see his old friends. He has taken to his bed, just
now, with fever. The parsonage at Saint-Symphorien is very cold and
damp, and the
parish is too poor to
repair it. The poor old man will
be buried in a living tomb. Oh, it is an
infamous plot!"
To end this history it will
suffice to
relate a few events in a simple
way, and to give one last picture of its chief personages.
Five months later the vicar-general was made Bishop of Troyes; and
Madame de Listomere was dead, leaving an annuity of fifteen hundred
francs to the Abbe Birotteau. The day on which the dispositions in her
will were made known Monseigneur Hyacinthe, Bishop of Troyes, was on
the point of leaving Tours to
reside in his diocese, but he delayed
his
departure on receiving the news. Furious at being foiled by a
woman to whom he had
lately given his
countenance while she had been
secretly
holding the hand of a man whom he regarded as his enemy,
Troubert again threatened the baron's future
career, and put in
jeopardy the peerage of his uncle. He made in the salon of the
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archbishop, and before an assembled party, one of those
priestly
speeches which are big with
vengeance and soft with honied mildness.
The Baron de Listomere went the next day to see this implacable enemy,
who must have imposed
sundry hard conditions on him, for the baron's
subsequent conduct showed the most entire
submission to the will of
the terrible Jesuit.
The new
bishop made over Mademoiselle Gamard's house by deed of gift
to the Chapter of the
cathedral; he gave Chapeloud's books and
bookcases to the
seminary; he presented the two disputed pictures to
the Chapel of the Virgin; but he kept Chapeloud's
portrait. No one
knew how to explain this almost total renunciation of Mademoiselle
Gamard's bequest. Monsieur de Bourbonne
supposed that the
bishop had
secretly kept moneys that were invested, so as to support his rank
with
dignity in Paris, where of course he would take his seat on the
Bishops' bench in the Upper Chamber. It was not until the night before
Monseigneur Troubert's
departure from Tours that the sly old fox
unearthed the
hidden reason of this strange action, the deathblow
given by the most
persistentvengeance to the feeblest of victims.
Madame de Listomere's
legacy to Birotteau was contested by the Baron