XXIV THE INFLUENCE OF SOCIAL RELATIONS AND POSITION

In accordance with the advice of the Abbe Brossette the Duchesse de

Grandlieu asked the Marquis d'Ajuda to bring her that king of

political cut-throats, the celebrated Comte Maxime de Trailles,

archduke of Bohemia, the youngest of young men, though he was now

fully fifty years of age. Monsieur d'Ajuda arranged to dine with

Maxime at the club in the rue de Beuane, and proposed to him after

dinner to go and play dummy whist with the Duc de Grandlieu, who had

an attack of gout and was all alone.

Though the son-in-law of the duke and the cousin of the duchess had

every right to present him in a salon where he had never yet set foot,

Maxime de Trailles did not deceive himself as to the meaning of an

invitation thus given. He felt certain that the duke or the duchess

had some need of him. Club life where men play cards with other men

whom they do not receive in their own houses is by no means one of the

most trifling signs of the present age.

The Duc de Grandlieu did Maxime the honor of appearing to suffer from

his gout. After several games of whist he went to bed, leaving his

wife /tete-a-tete/ with Maxime and d'Ajuda. The duchess, seconded by

the marquis, communicated her project to Monsieur de Trailles, and

asked his assistance, while ostensibly asking only for his advice.

Maxime listened to the end without committing himself, and waited till

the duchess should ask point-blank for his co-operation before

replying.

"Madame, I fully understand you," he then said, casting on her and the

marquis one of those shrewd, penetrating, astute, comprehensive

glances by which such great scamps compromise their interlocutors.

"D'Ajuda will tell you that if any one in Paris can conduct that

difficult negotiation, it is I,of course without mixing you up in

it; without its being even known that I have come here this evening.

Only, before anything is done, we must settle preliminaries. How much

are you willing to sacrifice?"

"All that is necessary."

"Very well, then, Madame la duchesse. As the price of my efforts you

must do me the honor to receive in your house and seriously protect

Madame la Comtesse de Trailles."

"What! are you married?" cried d'Ajuda.

"I shall be married within a fortnight to the heiress of a rich but

extremely bourgeois family,a sacrifice to opinion! I imbibe the very

spirit of my government, and start upon a new career. Consequently,

Madame la duchesse will understand how important it is to me to have

my wife adopted by her and by her family. I am certain of being made

deputy by the resignation of my father-in-law, and I am promised a

diplomatic post in keeping with my new fortune. I do not see why my

wife should not be as well received as Madame de Portenduere in that

society of young women which includes Mesdames de la Bastie, Georges

de Maufrigneuse, de L'Estorade, du Guenic, d'Ajuda, de Restaud, de

Rastignac, de Vandenesse. My wife is pretty, and I will undertake to

/un-cotton-night-cap/ her. Will this suit you, Madame la duchesse? You

are religious, and if you say yes, your promise, which I know to be

sacred, will greatly aid in my change of life. It will be one more

good action to your account. Alas! I have long been the king of

/mauvais sujets/, and I want to make an end of it. After all, we bear,

azure, a wivern or, darting fire, ongle gules, and scaled vert, a

chief ermine, from the time of Francois I., who thought proper to

ennoble the valet of Louis XI., and we have been counts since

Catherine de' Medici."

"I will receive and protect your wife," said the duchess, solemnly,

"and my family will not turn its back upon her; I give you my word."

"Ah! Madame la duchesse," cried Maxime, visibly touched, "if Monsieur

le duc would also deign to treat me with some kindness, I promise you

to make your plan succeed without its costing you very much. But," he

continued after a pause, "you must take upon yourself to follow my

instructions. This is the last intrigue of my bachelor life; it must

be all the better managed because it concerns a good action," he

added, smiling.

"Follow your instructions!" said the duchess. "Then I must appear in

all this."

"Ah! madame, I will not compromise you," cried Maxime. "I esteem you

too much to demand guarantees. I merely mean that you must follow my

advice. For example, it will be necessary that du Guenic be taken away

by his wife for at least two years; she must show him Switzerland,

Italy, Germany,in short, all possible countries."

"Ah! you confirm a fear of my director," said the duchess, naively,

remembering the judicious objection of the Abbe Brossette.

Maxime and d'Ajuda could not refrain from smiling at the idea of this

agreement between heaven and hell.

"To prevent Madame de Rochefide from ever seeing Calyste again," she

continued, "we will all travel, Juste and his wife, Calyste, Sabine,

and I. I will leave Clotilde with her father"

"It is too soon to sing victory, madame," said Maxime. "I foresee

enormous difficulties; though I shall no doubt vanquish them. Your

esteem and your protection are rewards which would make me commit the

vilest actions, but these will be"

"The vilest actions!" cried the duchess, interrupting this modern

condottiere, and showing on her countenance as much disgust as

amazement.

"And you would share them, madame, inasmuch as I am only your agent.

But are you ignorant of the degree of blindness to which Madame de

Rochefide has brought your son-in-law? I know it from Canalis and

Nathan, between whom she was hesitating when Calyste threw himself

into the lioness's jaws. Beatrix has contrived to persuade that

serious Breton that she has never loved any one but him; that she is

virtuous; that Conti was merely a sentimental head-love in which

neither the heart nor the rest of it had any part,a musical love, in

short! As for Rochefide, that was duty. So, you understand, she is

virgin!a fact she proves by forgetting her son, whom for more than a

year she has not made the slightest attempt to see. The truth is, the

little count will soon be twelve years old, and he finds in Madame

Schontz a mother who is all the more a mother because maternity is, as

you know, a passion with women of that sort. Du Guenic would let

himself be cut in pieces, and would chop up his wife for Beatrix; and

you think it is an easy matter to drag a man from the depths of such

credulity! Ah! madame, Shakespeare's Iago would lose all his

handkerchiefs. People think that Othello, or his younger brother,

Orosmanes, or Saint-Preux, Rene, Werther, and other lovers now in

possession of fame, represented love! Never did their frosty-hearted

fathers know what absolute love is; Moliere alone conceived it. Love,

Madame la duchesse, is not loving a noble woman, a Clarissaa great

effort, faith! Love is to say to one's self: 'She whom I love is

infamous; she deceives me, she will deceive me; she is an abandoned

creature, she smells of the frying of hell-fire;' but we rush to her,

we find there the blue of heaven, the flowers of Paradise. That is how

Moliere loved, and how we, scamps that we are! how we love. As for me,

I weep at the great scene of Arnolphe. Now, that is how your son-in-

law loves Beatrix. I shall have trouble separating Rochefide from

Madame Schontz; but Madame Schontz will no doubt lend herself to the

plot; I shall study her interior. But as for Calyste and Beatrix, they

will need the blows of an axe, far deeper treachery, and so base an

infamy that your virtuous imagination could never descend to it

unless indeed your director gave you a hand. You have asked the

impossible, you shall be obeyed. But in spite of my settled intention

to war with fire and sword, I cannot absolutely promise you success. I

have known lovers who did not recoil before the most awful

disillusions. You are too virtuous to know the full power of women who

are not virtuous."

"Do not enter upon those infamous actions until I have consulted the

Abbe Brossette to know how far I may be your accomplice," cried the

duchess, with a naivete which disclosed what selfishness there is in

piety.

"You shall be ignorant of everything, my dear mother," interposed

d'Ajuda.

On the portico, while the carriage of the marquis was drawing up,

d'Ajuda said to Maxime:

"You frightened that good duchess."

"But she has no idea of the difficulty of what she asks. Let us go to

the Jockey Club; Rochefide must invite me to dine with Madame Schontz

to-morrow, for to-night my plan will be made, and I shall have chosen

the pawns on my chess-board to carry it out. In the days of her

splendor Beatrix refused to receive me; I intend to pay off that

score, and I will avenge your sister-in-law so cruelly that perhaps

she will find herself too well revenged."

The next day Rochefide told Madame Schontz that Maxime de Trailles was

coming to dinner. That meant notifying her to display all her luxury,

and prepare the choicest food for this connoisseur emeritus, whom all

the women of the Madame Schontz type were in awe of. Madame Schontz

herself thought as much of her toilet as of putting her house in a

state to receive this personage.

In Paris there are as many royalties as there are varieties of art,

mental and moral specialties, sciences, professions; the strongest and

most capable of the men who practise them has a majesty which is all

his own; he is appreciated, respected by his peers, who know the

difficulties of his art or profession, and whose admiration is given

to the man who surmounts them. Maxime was, in the eyes of /rats/ and

courtesans, an extremely powerful and capable man, who had known how

to make himself excessively loved. He was also admired by men who knew

how difficult it is to live in Paris on good terms with creditors; in

short, he had never had any other rival in elegance, deportment, and

wit than the illustrious de Marsay, who frequently employed him on

political missions. All this will suffice to explain his interview

with the duchess, his prestige with Madame Schontz, and the authority

of his words in a conference which he intended to have on the

boulevard des Italiens with a young man already well-known, though

lately arrived, in the Bohemia of Paris.