Part 8 (2/2)

”Father,” replied the younger man in a tremulous voice, and with great respect, ”I venture to hope that you will forgive me when you have heard me.”

”Your reply is proper,” said the Count. ”Sit down,” and he pointed to a chair, ”But whether I walk up and down, or take a seat, speak without heeding me.”

”Father,” the son went on, ”this afternoon, at four o'clock, a very young man who was arrested in the house of a friend of mine, whom he had robbed to a considerable extent, appealed to you.--He says he is your son.”

”His name?” asked the Count hoa.r.s.ely.

”Charles Crochard.”

”That will do,” said the father, with an imperious wave of the hand.

Granville paced the room in solemn silence, and his son took care not to break it.

”My son,” he began, and the words were p.r.o.nounced in a voice so mild and fatherly, that the young lawyer started, ”Charles Crochard spoke the truth.--I am glad you came to me to-night, my good Eugene,” he added.

”Here is a considerable sum of money”--and he gave him a bundle of banknotes--”you can make any use of them you think proper in this matter. I trust you implicitly, and approve beforehand whatever arrangements you may make, either in the present or for the future.--Eugene my dear son, kiss me. We part perhaps for the last time.

I shall to-morrow crave my dismissal from the King, and I am going to Italy.

”Though a father owes no account of his life to his children, he is bound to bequeath to them the experience Fate sells him so dearly--is it not a part of their inheritance?--When you marry,” the count went on, with a little involuntary shudder, ”do not undertake it lightly; that act is the most important of all which society requires of us. Remember to study at your leisure the character of the woman who is to be your partner; but consult me too, I will judge of her myself. A lack of union between husband and wife, from whatever cause, leads to terrible misfortune; sooner or later we are always punished for contravening the social law.--But I will write to you on this subject from Florence. A father who has the honor of presiding over a supreme court of justice must not have to blush in the presence of his son. Good-bye.”

PARIS, February 1830-January 1842.

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