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."