Part 11 (1/2)

Though Fleury was dreaded as a bully in all the offices, he received Thuillier's speech in silence. This meekness, which surprised the other clerks, was owing to a certain note for two hundred francs, of doubtful value, which Thuillier agreed to pa.s.s over to his sister. After this skirmish dead silence prevailed. They all wrote steadily from one to three o'clock. Du Bruel did not return.

About half-past three the usual preparations for departure, the brus.h.i.+ng of hats, the changing of coats, went on in all the ministerial offices.

That precious thirty minutes thus employed served to shorten by just so much the day's labor. At this hour the over-heated rooms cool off; the peculiar odor that hangs about the bureaus evaporates; silence is restored. By four o'clock none but a few clerks who do their duty conscientiously remain. A minister may know who are the real workers under him if he will take the trouble to walk through the divisions after four o'clock,--a species of prying, however, that no one of his dignity would condescend to.

The various heads of divisions and bureaus usually encountered each other in the courtyards at this hour and exchanged opinions on the events of the day. On this occasion they departed by twos and threes, most of them agreeing in favor of Rabourdin; while the old stagers, like Monsieur Clergeot, shook their heads and said, ”Habent sua sidera lites.” Saillard and Baudoyer were politely avoided, for n.o.body knew what to say to them about La Billardiere's death, it being fully understood that Baudoyer wanted the place, though it was certainly not due to him.

When Saillard and his son-in-law had gone a certain distance from the ministry the former broke silence and said: ”Things look badly for you, my poor Baudoyer.”

”I can't understand,” replied the other, ”what Elisabeth was dreaming of when she sent G.o.dard in such a hurry to get a pa.s.sport for Falleix; G.o.dard tells me she hired a post-chaise by the advice of my uncle Mitral, and that Falleix has already started for his own part of the country.”

”Some matter connected with our business,” suggested Saillard.

”Our most pressing business just now is to look after Monsieur La Billardiere's place,” returned Baudoyer, crossly.

They were just then near the entrance of the Palais-Royal on the rue Saint-Honore. Dutocq came up, bowing, and joined them.

”Monsieur,” he said to Baudoyer, ”if I can be useful to you in any way under the circ.u.mstances in which you find yourself, pray command me, for I am not less devoted to your interests than Monsieur G.o.dard.”

”Such an a.s.surance is at least consoling,” replied Baudoyer; ”it makes me aware that I have the confidence of honest men.”

”If you would kindly employ your influence to get me placed in your division, taking Bixiou as head of the bureau and me as under-head-clerk, you will secure the future of two men who are ready to do anything for your advancement.”

”Are you making fun of us, monsieur?” asked Saillard, staring at him stupidly.

”Far be it from me to do that,” said Dutocq. ”I have just come from the printing-office of the ministerial journal (where I carried from the general-secretary an obituary notice of Monsieur de la Billardiere), and I there read an article which will appear to-night about you, which has given me the highest opinion of your character and talents. If it is necessary to crush Rabourdin, I'm in a position to give him the final blow; please to remember that.”

Dutocq disappeared.

”May I be shot if I understand a single word of it,” said Saillard, looking at Baudoyer, whose little eyes were expressive of stupid bewilderment. ”I must buy the newspaper to-night.”

When the two reached home and entered the salon on the ground-floor, they found a large fire lighted, and Madame Saillard, Elisabeth, Monsieur Gaudron and the curate of Saint-Paul's sitting by it. The curate turned at once to Monsieur Baudoyer, to whom Elisabeth made a sign which he failed to understand.

”Monsieur,” said the curate, ”I have lost no time in coming in person to thank you for the magnificent gift with which you have adorned my poor church. I dared not run in debt to buy that beautiful monstrance, worthy of a cathedral. You, who are one of our most pious and faithful paris.h.i.+oners, must have keenly felt the bareness of the high altar. I am on my way to see Monseigneur the coadjutor, and he will, I am sure, send you his own thanks later.”

”I have done nothing as yet--” began Baudoyer.

”Monsieur le cure,” interposed his wife, cutting him short. ”I see I am forced to betray the whole secret. Monsieur Baudoyer hopes to complete the gift by sending you a dais for the coming Fete-Dieu. But the purchase must depend on the state of our finances, and our finances depend on my husband's promotion.”

”G.o.d will reward those who honor him,” said Monsieur Gaudron, preparing, with the curate, to take leave.

”But will you not,” said Saillard to the two ecclesiastics, ”do us the honor to take pot luck with us?”

”You can stay, my dear vicar,” said the curate to Gaudron; ”you know I am engaged to dine with the curate of Saint-Roch, who, by the bye, is to bury Monsieur de la Billardiere to-morrow.”

”Monsieur le cure de Saint-Roch might say a word for us,” began Baudoyer. His wife pulled the skirt of his coat violently.

”Do hold your tongue, Baudoyer,” she said, leading him aside and whispering in his ear. ”You have given a monstrance to the church, that cost five thousand francs. I'll explain it all later.”

The miserly Baudoyer make a sulky grimace, and continued gloomy and cross for the rest of the day.

”What did you busy yourself about Falleix's pa.s.sport for? Why do you meddle in other people's affairs?” he presently asked her.