Part 3 (1/2)

”You were going out riding,” said the Count. ”Do not let me detain you.

But, unless you have other plans, I beg you will come to dinner to-day at the Villa Planat. My nephew, the Comte de Fontaine, is a man it is essential that you should know. Ah, ha! And I propose to make up to you for my clumsiness by introducing you to five of the prettiest women in Paris. So, so, young man, your brow is clearing! I am fond of young people, and I like to see them happy. Their happiness reminds me of the good times of my youth, when adventures were not lacking, any more than duels. We were gay dogs then! Nowadays you think and worry over everything, as though there had never been a fifteenth and a sixteenth century.”

”But, monsieur, are we not in the right? The sixteenth century only gave religious liberty to Europe, and the nineteenth will give it political lib----”

”Oh, we will not talk politics. I am a perfect old woman--ultra you see.

But I do not hinder young men from being revolutionary, so long as they leave the King at liberty to disperse their a.s.semblies.”

When they had gone a little way, and the Count and his companion were in the heart of the woods, the old sailor pointed out a slender young birch sapling, pulled up his horse, took out one of his pistols, and the bullet was lodged in the heart of the tree, fifteen paces away.

”You see, my dear fellow, that I am not afraid of a duel,” he said with comical gravity, as he looked at Monsieur Longueville.

”Nor am I,” replied the young man, promptly c.o.c.king his pistol; he aimed at the hole made by the Comte's bullet, and sent his own close to it.

”That is what I call a well-educated man,” cried the admiral with enthusiasm.

During this ride with the youth, whom he already regarded as his nephew, he found endless opportunities of catechizing him on all the trifles of which a perfect knowledge const.i.tuted, according to his private code, an accomplished gentleman.

”Have you any debts?” he at last asked of his companion, after many other inquiries.

”No, monsieur.”

”What, you pay for all you have?”

”Punctually; otherwise we should lose our credit, and every sort of respect.”

”But at least you have more than one mistress? Ah, you blush, comrade!

Well, manners have changed. All these notions of lawful order, Kantism, and liberty have spoilt the young men. You have no Guimard now, no Duthe, no creditors--and you know nothing of heraldry; why, my dear young friend, you are not fully fledged. The man who does not sow his wild oats in the spring sows them in the winter. If I have but eighty thousand francs a year at the age of seventy, it is because I ran through the capital at thirty. Oh! with my wife--in decency and honor.

However, your imperfections will not interfere with my introducing you at the Pavillon Planat. Remember, you have promised to come, and I shall expect you.”

”What an odd little old man!” said Longueville to himself. ”He is so jolly and hale; but though he wishes to seem a good fellow, I will not trust him too far.”

Next day, at about four o'clock, when the house party were dispersed in the drawing-rooms and billiard-room, a servant announced to the inhabitants of the Villa Planat, ”Monsieur DE Longueville.” On hearing the name of the old admiral's protege, every one, down to the player who was about to miss his stroke, rushed in, as much to study Mademoiselle de Fontaine's countenance as to judge of this phoenix of men, who had earned honorable mention to the detriment of so many rivals. A simple but elegant style of dress, an air of perfect ease, polite manners, a pleasant voice with a ring in it which found a response in the hearer's heart-strings, won the good-will of the family for Monsieur Longueville.

He did not seem unaccustomed to the luxury of the Receiver-General's ostentatious mansion. Though his conversation was that of a man of the world, it was easy to discern that he had had a brilliant education, and that his knowledge was as thorough as it was extensive. He knew so well the right thing to say in a discussion on naval architecture, trivial, it is true, started by the old admiral, that one of the ladies remarked that he must have pa.s.sed through the Ecole Polytechnique.

”And I think, madame,” he replied, ”that I may regard it as an honor to have got in.”

In spite of urgent pressing, he refused politely but firmly to be kept to dinner, and put an end to the persistency of the ladies by saying that he was the Hippocrates of his young sister, whose delicate health required great care.

”Monsieur is perhaps a medical man?” asked one of Emilie's sisters-in-law with ironical meaning.

”Monsieur has left the Ecole Polytechnique,” Mademoiselle de Fontaine kindly put in; her face had flushed with richer color, as she learned that the young lady of the ball was Monsieur Longueville's sister.

”But, my dear, he may be a doctor and yet have been to the Ecole Polytechnique--is it not so, monsieur?”

”There is nothing to prevent it, madame,” replied the young man.

Every eye was on Emilie, who was gazing with uneasy curiosity at the fascinating stranger. She breathed more freely when he added, not without a smile, ”I have not the honor of belonging to the medical profession; and I even gave up going into the Engineers in order to preserve my independence.”

”And you did well,” said the Count. ”But how can you regard it as an honor to be a doctor?” added the Breton n.o.bleman. ”Ah, my young friend, such a man as you----”

”Monsieur le Comte, I respect every profession that has a useful purpose.”