Part 43 (1/2)

”Well, then--if I were to attempt, merely to attempt, to ask the Prince for a place for Marneffe, I should be done for, and Marneffe would be turned out.”

”I thought that you and the Prince were such intimate friends.”

”We are, and he has amply proved it; but, my child, there is authority above the Marshal's--for instance, the whole Council of Ministers. With time and a little tacking, we shall get there. But, to succeed, I must wait till the moment when some service is required of me. Then I can say one good turn deserves another--”

”If I tell Marneffe this tale, my poor Hector, he will play us some mean trick. You must tell him yourself that he has to wait. I will not undertake to do so. Oh! I know what my fate would be. He knows how to punish me! He will henceforth share my room----

”Do not forget to settle the twelve hundred francs a year on the little one!”

Hulot, seeing his pleasures in danger, took Monsieur Marneffe aside, and for the first time derogated from the haughty tone he had always a.s.sumed towards him, so greatly was he horrified by the thought of that half-dead creature in his pretty young wife's bedroom.

”Marneffe, my dear fellow,” said he, ”I have been talking of you to-day.

But you cannot be promoted to the first cla.s.s just yet. We must have time.”

”I will be, Monsieur le Baron,” said Marneffe shortly.

”But, my dear fellow--”

”I _will_ be, Monsieur le Baron,” Marneffe coldly repeated, looking alternately at the Baron and at Valerie. ”You have placed my wife in a position that necessitates her making up her differences with me, and I mean to keep her; for, _my dear fellow_, she is a charming creature,” he added, with crus.h.i.+ng irony. ”I am master here--more than you are at the War Office.”

The Baron felt one of those pangs of fury which have the effect, in the heart, of a fit of raging toothache, and he could hardly conceal the tears in his eyes.

During this little scene, Valerie had been explaining Marneffe's imaginary determination to Montes, and thus had rid herself of him for a time.

Of her four adherents, Crevel alone was exempted from the rule--Crevel, the master of the little ”bijou” apartment; and he displayed on his countenance an air of really insolent beat.i.tude, notwithstanding the wordless reproofs administered by Valerie in frowns and meaning grimaces. His triumphant paternity beamed in every feature.

When Valerie was whispering a word of correction in his ear, he s.n.a.t.c.hed her hand, and put in:

”To-morrow, my d.u.c.h.ess, you shall have your own little house! The papers are to be signed to-morrow.”

”And the furniture?” said she, with a smile.

”I have a thousand shares in the Versailles _rive gauche_ railway. I bought them at twenty-five, and they will go up to three hundred in consequence of the amalgamation of the two lines, which is a secret told to me. You shall have furniture fit for a queen. But then you will be mine alone henceforth?”

”Yes, burly Maire,” said this middle-cla.s.s Madame de Merteuil. ”But behave yourself; respect the future Madame Crevel.”

”My dear cousin,” Lisbeth was saying to the Baron, ”I shall go to see Adeline early to-morrow; for, as you must see, I cannot, with any decency, remain here. I will go and keep house for your brother the Marshal.”

”I am going home this evening,” said Hulot.

”Very well, you will see me at breakfast to-morrow,” said Lisbeth, smiling.

She understood that her presence would be necessary at the family scene that would take place on the morrow. And the very first thing in the morning she went to see Victorin and to tell him that Hortense and Wenceslas had parted.

When the Baron went home at half-past ten, Mariette and Louise, who had had a hard day, were locking up the apartment. Hulot had not to ring.

Very much put out at this compulsory virtue, the husband went straight to his wife's room, and through the half-open door he saw her kneeling before her Crucifix, absorbed in prayer, in one of those att.i.tudes which make the fortune of the painter or the sculptor who is so happy to invent and then to express them. Adeline, carried away by her enthusiasm, was praying aloud:

”O G.o.d, have mercy and enlighten him!”