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Esther caused the Baron de Nucingen to commit the only follies of his

life. Florine, and subsequently, a person now called in jest "the late



Madame Schontz," had scintillated there in turn. Bored by his wife, du

Tillet bought this modern little house, and there installed the



celebrated Carabine, whose lively wit and cavalier manners and

shameless brilliancy were a counterpoise to the dulness of domestic



life, and the toils of finance and politics.

Whether du Tillet or Carabine were at home or not at home, supper was



served, and splendidly served, for ten persons every day. Artists, men

of letters, journalists, and the habitues of the house supped there



when they pleased. After supper they gambled. More than one member of

both Chambers came there to buy what Paris pays for by its weight in



gold,--namely, the amusement of intercourse with anomalous

untrammelled women, those meteors of the Parisian firmament who are so



difficult to class. There wit reigns; for all can be said, and all is

said. Carabine, a rival of the no less celebrated Malaga, had finally



inherited the salon of Florine, now Madame Raoul Nathan, and of Madame

Schontz, now wife of Chief-Justice du Ronceret.



As he entered, Gazonal made one remark only, but that remark was both

legitimate and legitimist: "It is finer than the Tuileries!" The



satins, velvets, brocades, the gold, the objects of art that swarmed

there, so filled the eyes of the wary provincial that at first he did



not see Madame Jenny Cadine, in a toilet intended to inspire respect,

who, concealed behind Carabine, watched his entrance observingly,



while conversing with others.

"My dear child," said Leon to Carabine, "this is my cousin, a



manufacturer, who descended upon me from the Pyrenees this morning. He

knows nothing of Paris, and he wants Massol to help him in a suit he



has before the Council of State. We have therefore taken the liberty

to bring him--his name is Gazonal--to supper, entreating you to leave



him his full senses."

"That's as monsieur pleases; wine is dear," said Carabine, looking



Gazonal over from head to foot, and thinking him in no way remarkable.

Gazonal, bewildered by the toilets, the lights, the gilding, the



chatter of the various groups whom he thought to be discussing him,

could only manage to stammer out the words: "Madame--madame--is--very



good."

"What do you manufacture?" said the mistress of the house, laughing.



"Say laces and offer her some guipure," whispered Bixiou in Gazonal's

ear.



"La-ces," said Gazonal, perceiving that he would have to pay for his

supper. "It will give me the greatest pleasure to offer you a dress--a



scarf--a mantilla of my make."

"Ah, three things! Well, you are nicer than you look to be," returned



Carabine.

"Paris has caught me!" thought Gazonal, now perceiving Jenny Cadine,



and going up to her.

"And I," said the actress, "what am I to have?"



"All I possess," replied Gazonal, thinking that to offer all was to

give nothing.



Massol, Claude Vignon, du Tillet, Maxime de Trailles, Nucingen, du

Bruel, Malaga, Monsieur and Madame Gaillard, Vauvinet, and a crowd of



other personages now entered.

After a conversation with the manufacturer on the subject of his suit,



Massol, without making any promises, told him that the report was not

yet written, and that citizens could always rely on the knowledge and



the independence of the Council of State. Receiving that cold and

dignified response, Gazonal, in despair, thought it necessary to set



about seducing the charming Jenny, with whom he was by this time in

love. Leon de Lora and Bixiou left their victim in the hands of that



most roguish and frolicsome member of the anomalous society,--for

Jenny Cadine is the sole rival in that respect of the famous Dejazet.



At the supper-table, where Gazonal was fascinated by a silver service

made by the modern Benvenuto Cellini, Froment-Meurice, the contents of



which were worthy of the container, his mischievous friends were

careful to sit at some distance from him; but they followed with



cautious eye the manoeuvres of the clever actress, who, being

attracted by the insidious hope of getting her furniture renewed, was



playing her cards to take the provincial home with her. No sheep upon

the day of the Fete-Dieu ever more meekly allowed his little Saint



John to lead him along than Gazonal as he followed his siren.

Three days later, Leon and Bixiou, who had not seen Gazonal since that



evening, went to his lodgings about two in the afternoon.

"Well, cousin," said Leon, "the Council of State has decided in favour



of your suit."

"Maybe, but it is useless now, cousin," said Gazonal, lifting a



melancholy eye to his two friends. "I've become a republican."




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