CHAPTER VI

THE WORMS AT WORK

Rabourdin's bureau was during his absence a prey to the keenest

excitement; for the relation between the head officials and the clerks

in a government office is so regulated that, when a minister's

messenger summons the head of a bureau to his Excellency's presence

(above all at the latter's breakfast hour), there is no end to the

comments that are made. The fact that the present unusual summons

followed so closely on the death of Monsieur de la Billardiere seemed

to give special importance to the circumstance, which was made known

to Monsieur Saillard, who came at once to confer with Baudoyer.

Bixiou, who happened at the moment to be at work with the latter, left

him to converse with his father-in-law and betook himself to the

bureau Rabourdin, where the usual routine was of course interrupted.

Bixiou [entering]. "I thought I should find you at a white heat! Don't

you know what's going on down below? The virtuous woman is done for!

yes, done for, crushed! Terrible scene at the ministry!"

Dutocq [looking fixedly at him]. "Are you telling the truth?"

Bixiou. "Pray, who would regret it? Not you, certainly, for you will

be made under-head-clerk and du Bruel head of the bureau. Monsieur

Baudoyer gets the division."

Fleury. "I'll bet a hundred francs that Baudoyer will never be head of

the division."

Vimeux. "I'll join in the bet; will you, Monsieur Poiret?"

Poiret. "I retire in January."

Bixiou. "Is it possible? are we to lose the sight of those shoe-ties?

What will the ministry be without you? Will nobody take up the bet on

my side?"

Dutocq. "I can't, for I know the facts. Monsieur Rabourdin is

appointed. Monsieur de la Billardiere requested it of the two

ministers on his death-bed, blaming himself for having taken the

emoluments of an office of which Rabourdin did all the work; he felt

remorse of conscience, and the ministers, to quiet him, promised to

appoint Rabourdin unless higher powers intervened."

Bixiou. "Gentlemen, are you all against me? seven to one,--for I know

which side you'll take, Monsieur Phellion. Well, I'll bet a dinner

costing five hundred francs at the Rocher de Cancale that Rabourdin

does not get La Billardiere's place. That will cost you only a hundred

francs each, and I'm risking five hundred,--five to one against me! Do

you take it up?" [Shouting into the next room.] "Du Bruel, what say

you?"

Phellion [laying down his pen]. "Monsieur, may I ask on what you base

that contingent proposal?--for contingent it is. But stay, I am wrong

to call it a proposal; I should say contract. A wager constitutes a

contract."

Fleury. "No, no; you can only apply the word 'contract' to agreements

that are recognized in the Code. Now the Code allows of no action for

the recovery of a bet."

Dutocq. "Proscribe a thing and you recognize it."

Bixiou. "Good! my little man."

Poiret. "Dear me!"

Fleury. "True! when one refuses to pay one's debts, that's recognizing

them."

Thuillier. "You would make famous lawyers."

Poiret. "I am as curious as Monsieur Phellion to know what grounds

Monsieur Bixiou has for--"

Bixiou [shouting across the office]. "Du Bruel! Will you bet?"

Du Bruel [appearing at the door]. "Heavens and earth, gentlemen, I'm

very busy; I have something very difficult to do; I've got to write an

obituary notice of Monsieur de la Billardiere. I do beg you to be

quiet; you can laugh and bet afterwards."

Bixiou. "That's true, du Bruel; the praise of an honest man is a very

difficult thing to write. I'd rather any day draw a caricature of

him."

Du Bruel. "Do come and help me, Bixiou."

Bixiou [following him]. "I'm willing; though I can do such things much

better when eating."

Du Bruel. "Well, we will go and dine together afterwards. But listen,

this is what I have written" [reads] "'The Church and the Monarchy are

daily losing many of those who fought for them in Revolutionary

times.'"

Bixiou. "Bad, very bad; why don't you say, 'Death carries on its

ravages amongst the few surviving defenders of the monarchy and the

old and faithful servants of the King, whose heart bleeds under these

reiterated blows?'" [Du Bruel writes rapidly.] "'Monsieur le Baron

Flamet de la Billardiere died this morning of dropsy, caused by heart

disease.' You see, it is just as well to show there are hearts in

government offices; and you ought to slip in a little flummery about

the emotions of the Royalists during the Terror,--might be useful,

hey! But stay,--no! the petty papers would be sure to say the emotions

came more from the stomach than the heart. Better leave that out. What

are you writing now?"

Du Bruel [reading]. "'Issuing from an old parliamentary stock in which

devotion to the throne was hereditary, as was also attachment to the

faith of our fathers, Monsieur de la Billardiere--'"

Bixiou. "Better say Monsieur le Baron de la Billardiere."

Du Bruel. "But he wasn't baron in 1793."

Bixiou. "No matter. Don't you remember that under the Empire Fouche

was telling an anecdote about the Convention, in which he had to quote

Robespierre, and he said, 'Robespierre called out to me, "Duc

d'Otrante, go to the Hotel de Ville."' There's a precedent for you!"

Du Bruel. "Let me just write that down; I can use it in a vaudeville.

--But to go back to what we were saying. I don't want to put 'Monsieur

le baron,' because I am reserving his honors till the last, when they

rained upon him."

Bixiou. "Oh! very good; that's theatrical,--the finale of the

article."

Du Bruel [continuing]. "'In appointing Monsieur de la Billardiere

gentleman-in-ordinary--'"

Bixiou. "Very ordinary!"

Du Bruel. "'--of the Bedchamber, the King rewarded not only the

services rendered by the Provost, who knew how to harmonize the

severity of his functions with the customary urbanity of the Bourbons,

but the bravery of the Vendean hero, who never bent the knee to the

imperial idol. He leaves a son, who inherits his loyalty and his

talents.'"

Bixiou. "Don't you think all that is a little too florid? I should

tone down the poetry. 'Imperial idol!' 'bent the knee!' damn it, my

dear fellow, writing vaudevilles has ruined your style; you can't come

down to pedestrial prose. I should say, 'He belonged to the small

number of those who.' Simplify, simplify! the man himself was a

simpleton."

Du Bruel. "That's vaudeville, if you like! You would make your fortune

at the theatre, Bixiou."

Bixiou. "What have you said about Quiberon?" [Reads over du Bruel's

shoulder.] "Oh, that won't do! Here, this is what you must say: 'He

took upon himself, in a book recently published, the responsibility

for all the blunders of the expedition to Quiberon,--thus proving the

nature of his loyalty, which did not shrink from any sacrifice.'

That's clever and witty, and exalts La Billardiere."

Du Bruel. "At whose expense?"

Bixiou [solemn as a priest in a pulpit]. "Why, Hoche and Tallien, of

course; don't you read history?"

Du Bruel. "No. I subscribed to the Baudouin series, but I've never had

time to open a volume; one can't find matter for vaudevilles there."

Phellion [at the door]. "We all want to know, Monsieur Bixiou, what

made you think that the worthy and honorable Monsieur Rabourdin, who

has so long done the work of this division for Monsieur de la

Billardiere,--he, who is the senior head of all the bureaus, and whom,

moreover, the minister summoned as soon as he heard of the departure

of the late Monsieur de la Billardiere,--will not be appointed head of

the division."

Bixiou. "Papa Phellion, you know geography?"

Phellion [bridling up]. "I should say so!"

Bixiou. "And history?"

Phellion [affecting modesty]. "Possibly."

Bixiou [looking fixedly at him]. "Your diamond pin is loose, it is

coming out. Well, you may know all that, but you don't know the human

heart; you have gone no further in the geography and history of that

organ than you have in the environs of the city of Paris."

Poiret [to Vimeux]. "Environs of Paris? I thought they were talking of

Monsieur Rabourdin."

Bixiou. "About that bet? Does the entire bureau Rabourdin bet against

me?"

All. "Yes."

Bixiou. "Du Bruel, do you count in?"

Du Bruel. "Of course I do. We want Rabourdin to go up a step and make

room for others."

Bixiou. "Well, I accept the bet,--for this reason; you can hardly

understand it, but I'll tell it to you all the same. It would be right

and just to appoint Monsieur Rabourdin" [looking full at Dutocq],

"because, in that case, long and faithful service, honor, and talent

would be recognized, appreciated, and properly rewarded. Such an

appointment is in the best interests of the administration."

[Phellion, Poiret, and Thuillier listen stupidly, with the look of

those who try to peer before them in the darkness.] "Well, it is just

because the promotion would be so fitting, and because the man has

such merit, and because the measure is so eminently wise and equitable

that I bet Rabourdin will not be appointed. Yes, you'll see, that

appointment will slip up, just like the invasion from Boulogne, and

the march to Russia, for the success of which a great genius has

gathered together all the chances. It will fail as all good and just

things do fail in this low world. I am only backing the devil's game."

Du Bruel. "Who do you think will be appointed?"

Bixiou. "The more I think about Baudoyer, the more sure I feel that he

unites all the opposite qualities; therefore I think he will be the

next head of this division."

Dutocq. "But Monsieur des Lupeaulx, who sent for me to borrow my

Charlet, told me positively that Monsieur Rabourdin was appointed, and

that the little La Billardiere would be made Clerk of the Seals."

Bixiou. "Appointed, indeed! The appointment can't be made and signed

under ten days. It will certainly not be known before New-Year's day.

There he goes now across the courtyard; look at him, and say if the

virtuous Rabourdin looks like a man in the sunshine of favor. I should

say he knows he's dismissed." [Fleury rushes to the window.]

"Gentlemen, adieu; I'll go and tell Monsieur Baudoyer that I hear from

you that Rabourdin is appointed; it will make him furious, the pious

creature! Then I'll tell him of our wager, to cool him down,--a

process we call at the theatre turning the Wheel of Fortune, don't we,

du Bruel? Why do I care who gets the place? simply because if Baudoyer

does he will make me under-head-clerk" [goes out].

Poiret. "Everybody says that man is clever, but as for me, I can never

understand a word he says" [goes on copying]. "I listen and listen; I

hear words, but I never get at any meaning; he talks about the

environs of Paris when he discusses the human heart and" [lays down

his pen and goes to the stove] "declares he backs the devil's game

when it is a question of Russia and Boulogne; now what is there so

clever in that, I'd like to know? We must first admit that the devil

plays any game at all, and then find out what game; possibly dominoes"

[blows his nose].

Fleury [interrupting]. "Pere Poiret is blowing his nose; it must be

eleven o'clock."

Du Bruel. "So it is! Goodness! I'm off to the secretary; he wants to

read the obituary."

Poiret. "What was I saying?"

Thuillier. "Dominoes,--perhaps the devil plays dominoes." [Sebastien

enters to gather up the different papers and circulars for signature.]

Vimeux. "Ah! there you are, my fine young man. Your days of hardship

are nearly over; you'll get a post. Monsieur Rabourdin will be

appointed. Weren't you at Madame Rabourdin's last night? Lucky fellow!

they say that really superb women go there."

Sebastien. "Do they? I didn't know."

Fleury. "Are you blind?"

Sebastien. "I don't like to look at what I ought not to see."

Phellion [delighted]. "Well said, young man!"

Vimeux. "The devil! well, you looked at Madame Rabourdin enough, any

how; a charming woman."

Fleury. "Pooh! thin as a rail. I saw her in the Tuileries, and I much

prefer Percilliee, the ballet-mistress, Castaing's victim."

Phellion. "What has an actress to do with the wife of a government

official?"

Dutocq. "They both play comedy."

Fleury [looking askance at Dutocq]. "The physical has nothing to do

with the moral, and if you mean--"

Dutocq. "I mean nothing."

Fleury. "Do you all want to know which of us will really be made head

of this bureau?"

All. "Yes, tell us."

Fleury. "Colleville."

Thuillier. "Why?"

Fleury. "Because Madame Colleville has taken the shortest way to it--

through the sacristy."

Thuillier. "I am too much Colleville's friend not to beg you, Monsieur

Fleury, to speak respectfully of his wife."

Phellion. "A defenceless woman should never be made the subject of

conversation here--"

Vimeux. "All the more because the charming Madame Colleville won't

invite Fleury to her house. He backbites her in revenge."

Fleury. "She may not receive me on the same footing that she does

Thuillier, but I go there--"

Thuillier. "When? how?--under her windows?"

Though Fleury was dreaded as a bully in all the offices, he received

Thuillier's speech in silence. This meekness, which surprised the

other clerks, was owing to a certain note for two hundred francs, of

doubtful value, which Thuillier agreed to pass over to his sister.

After this skirmish dead silence prevailed. They all wrote steadily

from one to three o'clock. Du Bruel did not return.

About half-past three the usual preparations for departure, the

brushing of hats, the changing of coats, went on in all the

ministerial offices. That precious thirty minutes thus employed served

to shorten by just so much the day's labor. At this hour the over-

heated rooms cool off; the peculiar odor that hangs about the bureaus

evaporates; silence is restored. By four o'clock none but a few clerks

who do their duty conscientiously remain. A minister may know who are

the real workers under him if he will take the trouble to walk through

the divisions after four o'clock,--a species of prying, however, that

no one of his dignity would condescend to.

The various heads of divisions and bureaus usually encountered each

other in the courtyards at this hour and exchanged opinions on the

events of the day. On this occasion they departed by twos and threes,

most of them agreeing in favor of Rabourdin; while the old stagers,

like Monsieur Clergeot, shook their heads and said, "Habent sua sidera

lites." Saillard and Baudoyer were politely avoided, for nobody knew

what to say to them about La Billardiere's death, it being fully

understood that Baudoyer wanted the place, though it was certainly not

due to him.

When Saillard and his son-in-law had gone a certain distance from the

ministry the former broke silence and said: "Things look badly for

you, my poor Baudoyer."

"I can't understand," replied the other, "what Elisabeth was dreaming

of when she sent Godard in such a hurry to get a passport for Falleix;

Godard tells me she hired a post-chaise by the advice of my uncle

Mitral, and that Falleix has already started for his own part of the

country."

"Some matter connected with our business," suggested Saillard.

"Our most pressing business just now is to look after Monsieur La

Billardiere's place," returned Baudoyer, crossly.

They were just then near the entrance of the Palais-Royal on the rue

Saint-Honore. Dutocq came up, bowing, and joined them.

"Monsieur," he said to Baudoyer, "if I can be useful to you in any way

under the circumstances in which you find yourself, pray command me,

for I am not less devoted to your interests than Monsieur Godard."

"Such an assurance is at least consoling," replied Baudoyer; "it makes

me aware that I have the confidence of honest men."

"If you would kindly employ your influence to get me placed in your

division, taking Bixiou as head of the bureau and me as under-head-

clerk, you will secure the future of two men who are ready to do

anything for your advancement."

"Are you making fun of us, monsieur?" asked Saillard, staring at him

stupidly.

"Far be it from me to do that," said Dutocq. "I have just come from

the printing-office of the ministerial journal (where I carried from

the general-secretary an obituary notice of Monsieur de la

Billardiere), and I there read an article which will appear to-night

about you, which has given me the highest opinion of your character

and talents. If it is necessary to crush Rabourdin, I'm in a position

to give him the final blow; please to remember that."

Dutocq disappeared.

"May I be shot if I understand a single word of it," said Saillard,

looking at Baudoyer, whose little eyes were expressive of stupid

bewilderment. "I must buy the newspaper to-night."

When the two reached home and entered the salon on the ground-floor,

they found a large fire lighted, and Madame Saillard, Elisabeth,

Monsieur Gaudron and the curate of Saint-Paul's sitting by it. The

curate turned at once to Monsieur Baudoyer, to whom Elisabeth made a

sign which he failed to understand.

"Monsieur," said the curate, "I have lost no time in coming in person

to thank you for the magnificent gift with which you have adorned my

poor church. I dared not run in debt to buy that beautiful monstrance,

worthy of a cathedral. You, who are one of our most pious and faithful

parishioners, must have keenly felt the bareness of the high altar. I

am on my way to see Monseigneur the coadjutor, and he will, I am sure,

send you his own thanks later."

"I have done nothing as yet--" began Baudoyer.

"Monsieur le cure," interposed his wife, cutting him short. "I see I

am forced to betray the whole secret. Monsieur Baudoyer hopes to

complete the gift by sending you a dais for the coming Fete-Dieu. But

the purchase must depend on the state of our finances, and our

finances depend on my husband's promotion."

"God will reward those who honor him," said Monsieur Gaudron,

preparing, with the curate, to take leave.

"But will you not," said Saillard to the two ecclesiastics, "do us the

honor to take pot luck with us?"

"You can stay, my dear vicar," said the curate to Gaudron; "you know I

am engaged to dine with the curate of Saint-Roch, who, by the bye, is

to bury Monsieur de la Billardiere to-morrow."

"Monsieur le cure de Saint-Roch might say a word for us," began

Baudoyer. His wife pulled the skirt of his coat violently.

"Do hold your tongue, Baudoyer," she said, leading him aside and

whispering in his ear. "You have given a monstrance to the church,

that cost five thousand francs. I'll explain it all later."

The miserly Baudoyer make a sulky grimace, and continued gloomy and

cross for the rest of the day.

"What did you busy yourself about Falleix's passport for? Why do you

meddle in other people's affairs?" he presently asked her.

"I must say, I think Falleix's affairs are as much ours as his,"

returned Elisabeth, dryly, glancing at her husband to make him notice

Monsieur Gaudron, before whom he ought to be silent.

"Certainly, certainly," said old Saillard, thinking of his co-

partnership.

"I hope you reached the newspaper office in time?" remarked Elisabeth

to Monsieur Gaudron, as she helped him to soup.

"Yes, my dear lady," answered the vicar; "when the editor read the

little article I gave him, written by the secretary of the Grand

Almoner, he made no difficulty. He took pains to insert it in a

conspicuous place. I should never have thought of that; but this young

journalist has a wide-awake mind. The defenders of religion can enter

the lists against impiety without disadvantage at the present moment,

for there is a great deal of talent in the royalist press. I have

every reason to believe that success will crown your hopes. But you

must remember, my dear Baudoyer, to promote Monsieur Colleville; he is

an object of great interest to his Eminence; in fact, I am desired to

mention him to you."

"If I am head of the division, I will make him head of one of my

bureaus, if you want me to," said Baudoyer.

The matter thus referred to was explained after dinner, when the

ministerial organ (bought and sent up by the porter) proved to contain

among its Paris news the following articles, called items:--

"Monsieur le Baron de la Billardiere died this morning, after a

long and painful illness. The king loses a devoted servant, the

Church a most pious son. Monsieur de la Billardiere's end has

fitly crowned a noble life, consecrated in dark and troublesome

times to perilous missions, and of late years to arduous civic

duties. Monsieur de la Billardiere was provost of a department,

where his force of character triumphed over all the obstacles that

rebellion arrayed against him. He subsequently accepted the

difficult post of director of a division (in which his great

acquirements were not less useful than the truly French affability

of his manners) for the express purpose of conciliating the

serious interests that arise under its administration. No rewards

have ever been more truly deserved than those by which the King,

Louis XVIII., and his present Majesty took pleasure in crowning a

loyalty which never faltered under the usurper. This old family

still survives in the person of a single heir to the excellent man

whose death now afflicts so many warm friends. His Majesty has

already graciously made known that Monsieur Benjamin de la

Billardiere will be included among the gentlemen-in-ordinary of

the Bedchamber.

"The numerous friends who have not already received their

notification of this sad event are hereby informed that the

funeral will take place to-morrow at four o'clock, in the church

of Saint-Roch. The memorial address will be delivered by Monsieur

l'Abbe Fontanon."

----

"Monsieur Isidore-Charles-Thomas Baudoyer, representing one of the

oldest bourgeois families of Paris, and head of a bureau in the

late Monsieur de la Billardiere's division, has lately recalled

the old traditions of piety and devotion which formerly

distinguished these great families, so jealous for the honor and

glory of religion, and so faithful in preserving its monuments.

The church of Saint-Paul has long needed a monstrance in keeping

with the magnificence of that basilica, itself due to the Company

of Jesus. Neither the vestry nor the curate were rich enough to

decorate the altar. Monsieur Baudoyer has bestowed upon the parish

a monstrance that many persons have seen and admired at Monsieur

Gohier's, the king's jeweller. Thanks to the piety of this

gentleman, who did not shrink from the immensity of the price, the

church of Saint-Paul possesses to-day a masterpiece of the

jeweller's art designed by Monsieur de Sommervieux. It gives us

pleasure to make known this fact, which proves how powerless the

declamations of liberals have been on the mind of the Parisian

bourgeoisie. The upper ranks of that body have at all times been

royalist and they prove it when occasion offers."

"The price was five thousand francs," said the Abbe Gaudron; "but as

the payment was in cash, the court jeweller reduced the amount."

"Representing one of the oldest bourgeois families in Paris!" Saillard

was saying to himself; "there it is printed,--in the official paper,

too!"

"Dear Monsieur Gaudron," said Madame Baudoyer, "please help my father

to compose a little speech that he could slip into the countess's ear

when he takes her the monthly stipend,--a single sentence that would

cover all! I must leave you. I am obliged to go out with my uncle

Mitral. Would you believe it? I was unable to find my uncle Bidault at

home this afternoon. Oh, what a dog-kennel he lives in! But Monsieur

Mitral, who knows his ways, says he does all his business between

eight o'clock in the morning and midday, and that after that hour he

can be found only at a certain cafe called the Cafe Themis,--a

singular name."

"Is justice done there?" said the abbe, laughing.

"Do you ask why he goes to a cafe at the corner of the rue Dauphine

and the quai des Augustins? They say he plays dominoes there every

night with his friend Monsieur Gobseck. I don't wish to go to such a

place alone; my uncle Mitral will take me there and bring me back."

At this instant Mitral showed his yellow face, surmounted by a wig

which looked as though it might be made of hay, and made a sign to his

niece to come at once, and not keep a carriage waiting at two francs

an hour. Madame Baudoyer rose and went away without giving any

explanation to her husband or father.

"Heaven has given you in that woman," said Monsieur Gaudron to

Baudoyer when Elisabeth had disappeared, "a perfect treasure of

prudence and virtue, a model of wisdom, a Christian who gives sure

signs of possessing the Divine spirit. Religion alone is able to form

such perfect characters. To-morrow I shall say a mass for the success

of your good cause. It is all-important, for the sake of the monarchy

and of religion itself that you should receive this appointment.

Monsieur Rabourdin is a liberal; he subscribes to the 'Journal des

Debats,' a dangerous newspaper, which made war on Monsieur le Comte de

Villele to please the wounded vanity of Monsieur de Chateaubriand. His

Eminence will read the newspaper to-night, if only to see what is said

of his poor friend Monsieur de la Billardiere; and Monseigneur the

coadjutor will speak of you to the King. When I think of what you have

now done for his dear church, I feel sure he will not forget you in

his prayers; more than that, he is dining at this moment with the

coadjutor at the house of the curate of Saint-Roch."

These words made Saillard and Baudoyer begin to perceive that

Elisabeth had not been idle ever since Godard had informed her of

Monsieur de la Billardiere's decease.

"Isn't she clever, that Elisabeth of mine?" cried Saillard,

comprehending more clearly than Monsieur l'abbe the rapid undermining,

like the path of a mole, which his daughter had undertaken.

"She sent Godard to Rabourdin's door to find out what newspaper he

takes," said Gaudron; "and I mentioned the name to the secretary of

his Eminence,--for we live at a crisis when the Church and Throne must

keep themselves informed as to who are their friends and who their

enemies."

"For the last five days I have been trying to find the right thing to

say to his Excellency's wife," said Saillard.

"All Paris will read that," cried Baudoyer, whose eyes were still

riveted on the paper.

"Your eulogy costs us four thousand eight hundred francs, son-in-law!"

exclaimed Madame Saillard.

"You have adorned the house of God," said the Abbe Gaudron.

"We might have got salvation without doing that," she returned. "But

if Baudoyer gets the place, which is worth eight thousand more, the

sacrifice is not so great. If he doesn't get it! hey, papa," she

added, looking at her husband, "how we shall have bled!--"

"Well, never mind," said Saillard, enthusiastically, "we can always

make it up through Falleix, who is going to extend his business and

use his brother, whom he has made a stockbroker on purpose. Elisabeth

might have told us, I think, why Falleix went off in such a hurry. But

let's invent my little speech. This is what I thought of: 'Madame, if

you would say a word to his Excellency--'"

"'If you would deign,'" said Gaudron; "add the word 'deign,' it is

more respectful. But you ought to know, first of all, whether Madame

la Dauphine will grant you her protection, and then you could suggest

to Madame la comtesse the idea of co-operating with the wishes of her

Royal Highness."

"You ought to designate the vacant post," said Baudoyer.

"'Madame la comtesse,'" began Saillard, rising, and bowing to his

wife, with an agreeable smile.

"Goodness! Saillard; how ridiculous you look. Take care, my man,

you'll make the woman laugh."

"'Madame la comtesse,'" resumed Saillard. "Is that better, wife?"

"Yes, my duck."

"'The place of the worthy Monsieur de la Billardiere is vacant; my

son-in-law, Monsieur Baudoyer--'"

"'Man of talent and extreme piety,'" prompted Gaudron.

"Write it down, Baudoyer," cried old Saillard, "write that sentence

down."

Baudoyer proceeded to take a pen and wrote, without a blush, his own

praises, precisely as Nathan or Canalis might have reviewed one of

their own books.

"'Madame la comtesse'-- Don't you see, mother?" said Saillard to his

wife; "I am supposing you to be the minister's wife."

"Do you take me for a fool?" she answered sharply. "I know that."

"'The place of the late worthy de la Billardiere is vacant; my son-in-

law, Monsieur Baudoyer, a man of consummate talent and extreme

piety--'" After looking at Monsieur Gaudron, who was reflecting, he

added, "'will be very glad if he gets it.' That's not bad; it's brief

and it says the whole thing."

"But do wait, Saillard; don't you see that Monsieur l'abbe is turning

it over in his mind?" said Madame Saillard; "don't disturb him."

"'Will be very thankful if you would deign to interest yourself in his

behalf,'" resumed Gaudron. "'And in saying a word to his Excellency

you will particularly please Madame la Dauphine, by whom he has the

honor and the happiness to be protected.'"

"Ah! Monsieur Gaudron, that sentence is worth more than the

monstrance; I don't regret the four thousand eight hundred-- Besides,

Baudoyer, my lad, you'll pay them, won't you? Have you written it all

down?"

"I shall make you repeat it, father, morning and evening," said Madame

Saillard. "Yes, that's a good speech. How lucky you are, Monsieur

Gaudron, to know so much. That's what it is to be brought up in a

seminary; they learn there how to speak to God and his saints."

"He is as good as he is learned," said Baudoyer, pressing the priest's

hand. "Did you write that article?" he added, pointing to the

newspaper.

"No, it was written by the secretary of his Eminence, a young abbe who

is under obligations to me, and who takes an interest in Monsieur

Colleville; he was educated at my expense."

"A good deed is always rewarded," said Baudoyer.

While these four personages were sitting down to their game of boston,

Elisabeth and her uncle Mitral reached the cafe Themis, with much

discourse as they drove along about a matter which Elisabeth's keen

perceptions told her was the most powerful lever that could be used to

force the minister's hand in the affair of her husband's appointment.

Uncle Mitral, a former sheriff's officer, crafty, clever at sharp

practice, and full of expedients and judicial precautions, believed

the honor of his family to be involved in the appointment of his

nephew. His avarice had long led him to estimate the contents of old

Gigonnet's strong-box, for he knew very well they would go in the end

to benefit his nephew Baudoyer; and it was therefore important that

the latter should obtain a position which would be in keeping with the

combined fortunes of the Saillards and the old Gigonnet, which would

finally devolve on the Baudoyer's little daughter; and what an heiress

she would be with an income of a hundred thousand francs! to what

social position might she not aspire with that fortune? He adopted all

the ideas of his niece Elisabeth and thoroughly understood them. He

had helped in sending off Falleix expeditiously, explaining to him the

advantage of taking post horses. After which, while eating his dinner,

he reflected that it be as well to give a twist of his own to the

clever plan invented by Elisabeth.

When they reached the Cafe Themis he told his niece that he alone

could manage Gigonnet in the matter they both had in view, and he made

her wait in the hackney-coach and bide her time to come forward at the

right moment. Elisabeth saw through the window-panes the two faces of

Gobseck and Gigonnet (her uncle Bidault), which stood out in relief

against the yellow wood-work of the old cafe, like two cameo heads,

cold and impassible, in the rigid attitude that their gravity gave

them. The two Parisian misers were surrounded by a number of other old

faces, on which "thirty per cent discount" was written in circular

wrinkles that started from the nose and turned round the glacial

cheek-bones. These remarkable physiognomies brightened up on seeing

Mitral, and their eyes gleamed with tigerish curiosity.

"Hey, hey! it is papa Mitral!" cried one of them, named Chaboisseau, a

little old man who discounted for a publisher.

"Bless me, so it is!" said another, a broker named Metivier, "ha,

that's an old monkey well up in his tricks."

"And you," retorted