Part 11 (1/2)
”Yes,” said Mathias, ”these jewels will meet the first payment on the purchase of the new estate.”
”And the costs of the contract,” added Solonet.
Hatred feeds, like love, on little things; the least thing strengthens it; as one beloved can do no evil, so the person hated can do no good.
Madame Evangelista a.s.signed to hypocrisy the natural embarra.s.sment of Paul, who was unwilling to take the jewels, and not knowing where to put the cases, longed to fling them from the window. Madame Evangelista spurred him with a glance which seemed to say, ”Take your property from here.”
”Dear Natalie,” said Paul, ”put away these jewels; they are yours; I give them to you.”
Natalie locked them into the drawer of a console. At this instant the noise of the carriages in the court-yard and the murmur of voices in the receptions-rooms became so loud that Natalie and her mother were forced to appear. The salons were filled in a few moments, and the fete began.
”Profit by the honeymoon to sell those diamonds,” said the old notary to Paul as he went away.
While waiting for the dancing to begin, whispers went round about the marriage, and doubts were expressed as to the future of the promised couple.
”Is it finally arranged?” said one of the leading personages of the town to Madame Evangelista.
”We had so many doc.u.ments to read and sign that I fear we are rather late,” she replied; ”but perhaps we are excusable.”
”As for me, I heard nothing,” said Natalie, giving her hand to her lover to open the ball.
”Both of those young persons are extravagant, and the mother is not of a kind to check them,” said a dowager.
”But they have founded an entail, I am told, worth fifty thousand francs a year.”
”Pooh!”
”In that I see the hand of our worthy Monsieur Mathias,” said a magistrate. ”If it is really true, he has done it to save the future of the family.”
”Natalie is too handsome not to be horribly coquettish. After a couple of years of marriage,” said one young woman, ”I wouldn't answer for Monsieur de Manerville's happiness in his home.”
”The Pink of Fas.h.i.+on will then need staking,” said Solonet, laughing.
”Don't you think Madame Evangelista looks annoyed?” asked another.
”But, my dear, I have just been told that all she is able to keep is twenty-five thousand francs a year, and what is that to her?”
”Penury!”
”Yes, she has robbed herself for Natalie. Monsieur de Manerville has been so exacting--”
”Extremely exacting,” put in Maitre Solonet. ”But before long he will be peer of France. The Maulincours and the Vidame de Pamiers will use their influence. He belongs to the faubourg Saint-Germain.”
”Oh! he is received there, and that is all,” said a lady, who had tried to obtain him as a son-in-law. ”Mademoiselle Evangelista, as the daughter of a merchant, will certainly not open the doors of the chapter-house of Cologne to him!”
”She is grand-niece to the Duke of Casa-Reale.”
”Through the female line!”
The topic was presently exhausted. The card-players went to the tables, the young people danced, the supper was served, and the ball was not over till morning, when the first gleams of the coming day whitened the windows.