Sister Anne

Chapter 50

"My dear Madame Benoit," he said to the concierge, "you must often have heard me speak of my venerable aunt in Bretagne, who used to send me money sometimes?"

"Yes, monsieur."

"Well, she is dead, Madame Benoit--that venerable woman is no more."

"Ah! mon Dieu! what a misfortune!"

"Indeed, yes. But I am her only heir; her fortune was not large, but there is enough for a man to live on, especially if he is prudent and philosophical."



"What did she die of, monsieur?"

"As to that, I"ll tell you some other time. I am expected in Bretagne, and I must start at once."

"During your absence, monsieur, your friend Monsieur Frederic has sent here several times to inquire about you."

"I will see him when I return; the interests of my inheritance demand my presence, and they are more important; a man should attend to his own business before other people"s. Adieu, Madame Benoit, adieu! Here, I"ll make you a present of these trousers, for the news you have given me; you can make a blouse out of them for your daughter. As for myself, I go away just as I arrived, except that I shall not go on foot this time."

He ran to the diligence office, having money enough still to pay his fare; to be sure, that left him only five francs to live on during the journey, but he put himself on a strict diet, promising to make up for his abstinence before long.

The old aunt had left all her property to her nephew, believing him to be married and a father. He found himself possessed of sixteen hundred francs a year. A man cannot play the baron with that, but he can live on it in a modest way, when he is orderly in his habits and economical.

Those were not among Dubourg"s qualities, but, like all men, he made a vow to reform and not to pledge his income.

"Monsieur," said the attorney who was settling the estate, "your worthy aunt instructed me to recommend you to be faithful to your wife, and to give your little triplets a good education."

"Never fear, monsieur; I shall carry out my dear aunt"s wishes to the letter. My wife and I are like turtle-doves, and my triplets already love each other like Castor and Pollux."

Dubourg sold the furniture and personal effects of the deceased, in order to obtain a supply of ready money. He was detained two months in Bretagne, at the end of which time he returned to Paris, dressed in black from head to foot. To signalize his return to virtue, he began by paying his creditors, and strove to retain the serene expression and dignified bearing which he had a.s.sumed as soon as he learned of his inheritance.

He thought of Frederic, but was still hesitating whether he should write to him or call on him, when, as he entered a cafe one evening, he spied Menard watching a game of dominoes and absorbed in the play. Dubourg touched him lightly on the arm; he turned, recognized his former travelling companion, and could not decide how he ought to receive him.

"Surely I have the pleasure of seeing my dear friend Monsieur Menard,"

said Dubourg, with a smile.

"Himself, monsieur le--monsieur du--really, I am not at all sure what I should call you now." And the ex-tutor smiled, delighted by the epigram he had achieved.

"How now, Monsieur Menard! are we at odds?"

"Really, monsieur, I ought to bear you a grudge, after all the fables you told me. Hereafter, if I ever believe you----"

"Come, come, Monsieur Menard, let us leave gall and bitterness to atrabilious souls, and let it not be said of us: _Nec ipsa mors odium illorum internocinum exstinxit._"

"Oh, yes! I know that you are very well read," said the tutor, softening a little; "but that castle of Krapach! And then, to make me act!"

"Allow me to offer you a cup of coffee, and a gla.s.s of Liqueur des Iles."

"Very well, if you insist."--And the tutor said to himself, as he followed Dubourg to a table: "This devil of a fellow has a persuasive way that seduces you and carries you away; it"s impossible to remain angry with him."

"Where are you from?" he asked; "my pupil has been looking for you a long while; he"s very anxious to see you."

"I have just arrived from my province--Bretagne."

"Ah! so you are from Bretagne? I am not surprised, then, that you were constantly bringing it into your descriptions of Poland; and then, the milk and b.u.t.ter that you were always boasting about."

"Excellent they are, Monsieur Menard."

"And what have you been doing in Bretagne?"

"I have just inherited a very pretty little fortune from my aunt."

"I"ll wager that that isn"t true!"

"O Monsieur Menard! don"t you see that I am in mourning?"

"That proves nothing; you were dressed as a Polish n.o.bleman when we walked arm in arm through the streets of Lyon. Oh! when I think of that----"

"Do you think also of the delicious dinners I ordered for you?"

"Of course, of course! Oh! you order a dinner perfectly. But that poor Monsieur Chambertin! To make him believe that he was entertaining an ill.u.s.trious character!"

"Look you, Monsieur Menard, I don"t see why I"m not as good as another man----"

"And to make him give parties and fireworks and magnificent dinners!"

"Where you did your part wonderfully well."

"I acted in perfect good faith, myself; I was your accomplice, without suspecting it. Do you know that you compromised me, and that that was very ill done of you?"

"Have a gla.s.s of punch; what do you say?"

"Oh! I am afraid----"

"It shall be very mild."

"All right, if it"s mild----"

"Waiter, two gla.s.ses of punch."

"For, you see, my friend, I am not as young as you are, and the follies which are overlooked in the young admit of no excuse in those of mature years."

"You talk like Cicero; but I reply that Cato learned to dance at sixty."

"Are you quite sure of that?"

"I didn"t see it; but our follies were very reasonable ones.--Let us take a drink."

"I admit that we didn"t injure anybody, after all. This punch is good, very good. But when you made me run across fields on account of that imaginary Turk----"

"Faith! I"ll admit that he was a creditor; but aren"t they Turks to their unfortunate debtors?--Another drink."

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