"Yes, yes," said Monsieur de l'Estorade; "of course Sallenauve wants to get rid of her now that he has ceased to make statues."
"Just so," replied Madame de l'Estorade, with a slight tone of asperity.
"In order to put a stop to all calumny Monsieur de Sallenauve wishes her to carry out her idea of going on the stage; but he wanted, in the first place, an opinion he could trust. Monsieur Gaston and Monsieur de Sallenauve accompanied the organist to Saint-Sulpice, where, during the services of the Month of Mary, the Italian woman sings every evening.
After hearing her, the organist said she had a fine contralto that was worth, at the lowest, sixty thousand francs a year."
"Just the revenue of my iron-works," remarked Monsieur de Camps.
"That evening," continued Madame de l'Estorade, "Monsieur de Sallenauve told his housekeeper the opinion given of her talent, and with great kindness and delicacy let her know that she must now carry out her intention of supporting herself in that way. 'Yes,' she replied, 'I think the time has come. We will talk of it later'; and she stopped the conversation. This morning when the breakfast hour came, there was no sign of her. Thinking she must be ill, Monsieur de Sallenauve sent an old charwoman who does the rough work of the house to her room. No answer. Much disturbed, Monsieur Gaston and Monsieur de Sallenauve went themselves to see what it meant. After knocking and calling in vain, they determined to open the door, the key of which was outside. In the room no housekeeper! but in place of her a letter addressed to Monsieur de Sallenauve, in which she said that finding herself an embarra.s.sment to him, she had retired to the house of one of her friends, thanking him for all his goodness to her."
"The bird has found its wings," said Monsieur de l'Estorade, "and takes flight."
"That is not Monsieur de Sallenauve's idea," replied the countess; "he does not believe in such ingrat.i.tude. He is confident that, feeling herself a burden to him and yielding to the desperation which is natural to her, she felt obliged to leave his house without giving him a chance in any manner to provide for her future."
"A good riddance!" remarked Monsieur de l'Estorade.
"Neither Monsieur de Sallenauve nor Monsieur Gaston takes that stoical view of it. In view of the headstrong nature of the woman, they fear some violence to herself, which, as we know, she once attempted. Or else they dread some evil adviser. The charwoman states that two or three visits have been lately made at the house by a lady of middle age, richly dressed, in a carriage, whose manner was singular, and who seemed to desire secrecy in speaking with Luigia."
"Some charitable woman, of course," said Monsieur de l'Estorade; "the runaway is given to piety."
"At any rate the truth must be discovered, and it was that which kept Monsieur de Sallenauve from accompanying Monsieur Gaston to Ville d'Avray."
"Well," remarked Monsieur de l'Estorade, "in spite of their respective virtue, it is my opinion he holds by her."
"In any case," returned Madame de l'Estorade, emphasizing the word, "she does not _hold_ by him."
"I don't agree with you," said Madame de Camps; "to avoid a man is often the greatest proof of love."
Madame de l'Estorade looked at her friend with a vexed air, and a slight tinge of color came into her cheeks. But no one took notice of it, for at this moment the servant threw open the door and announced dinner.
After dinner, the theatre was proposed; that is one of the amus.e.m.e.nts that Parisians miss the most in the provinces. Monsieur Octave de Camps, coming from his "villanous iron-works," as Madame de l'Estorade called them, had arrived in Paris eager for this pleasure, which his wife, more serious and sober, did not enjoy to the same extent. Therefore, when Monsieur de Camps proposed going to the Porte-Saint-Martin to see a fairy piece then much in vogue, Madame Octave replied:--
"Neither Madame de l'Estorade nor I have the least desire to go out this evening; we are very tired with our expedition. Take Rene and Nais; they will enjoy the fairies far more than we."
The two children awaited in deep anxiety the permission which Madame de l'Estorade finally granted; and a few moments later the two friends, left to themselves, prepared for an evening of comfortable talk.
"I am not at home to any one," said Madame de l'Estorade to Lucas, as soon as her family had departed.
"Now that we are alone," said Madame de Camps, "I shall proceed to blows; I have not travelled two hundred miles to wrap up in cotton-wool the truth I have come to tell you."
"Ready to hear it," said Madame de l'Estorade, laughing.
"Your last letter, my dear, simply frightened me."
"Why? Because I told you I was trying to keep a man at a distance?"
"Yes. Why keep him at a distance? If Monsieur de Camps or Monsieur Gaston or Monsieur de Rastignac were to make a practice of coming here habitually, would you trouble yourself about them?"
"No; but they have not the same claim upon me: it is that I fear."
"Tell me, do you think Monsieur de Sallenauve loves you?"
"No; I am now quite sure to the contrary; and I also think that on my side--"
"We'll talk about that presently; now I want to ask if you desire Monsieur de Sallenauve to love you?"
"Heaven forbid!"
"Well, then, the best possible way to make him do so is to wound his self-love, and show yourself unjust and ungrateful to him; you will only force him to think the more of you."
"But, my dear friend, isn't that a very far-fetched observation?"
"Did you never observe that men are more taken by our snubs than by our caresses? Severity fixes their attention upon us."
"If that were so, all the men we disdain and never think of would sigh for us."
"Oh! my dear, don't make me talk such nonsense. To take fire, a man must have some degree of combustibility; and if that _other_ person is lost to him forever, why shouldn't he, as you said yourself, ricochet upon you?"
"That other person is not lost to him; he expects, more than ever, to find her by the help of a very clever seeker, the mother-superior of a convent at Arcis."
"Very good; then why employ the delay in holding him at arm's-length,--a proceeding which will only draw him towards you?"
"My dear moralist, I don't admit your theory in the least. As for Monsieur de Sallenauve, he will be much too busy with his duties in the Chamber to think of me. Besides, he is a man who is full of self-respect; he will be mortified by my manner, which will seem to him both ungrateful and unjust. If I try to put two feet of distance between us, he will put four; you may rely on that."
"And _you_, my dear?" asked Madame de Camps.
"How do you mean?--I?"
"You who are not busy, who have no Chamber to occupy your mind; you who have, I will agree, a great deal of self-respect, but who know as little about the things of the heart as the veriest school-girl,--what will become of you under the dangerous system you are imposing upon yourself?"
"If I don't love him when near, I shall certainly love him still less at a distance."
"So that when you see him take his ostracism coolly, your self-love as a woman will not be piqued."
"Certainly not; that is precisely the result I desire."
"And if you find, on the contrary, that he complains of you, or if he does not complain, that he suffers from your treatment, will your conscience tell you absolutely nothing?"
"It will tell me that I am doing right, and that I could not do otherwise."
"And if success attends him and fame with its hundred voices talks of him, how will you think of him?"
"As I think of Monsieur Thiers and Monsieur Berryer."
"And Nais, who adores him and will probably say, the first time he dines with you, 'Ah! mamma, how well he talks!'--"
"If you are going to argue on the chatter of a child--"
"And Monsieur de l'Estorade, who already irritates you? He is beginning to-day to sacrifice him to the spirit of party; shall you silence him every time he makes some malevolent insinuation about Monsieur de Sallenauve, and denies his honor and his talent?--you know the judgment people make on those who do not think as we do."