AssoonasMonsieurHochonhad,asitwere,sliveredthebouilliintoslices,aboutasthickasthesoleofadancing-shoe,thatdishwasreplacedbyanother,containingthreepigeons。Thewinewasofthecountry,vintage1811。Onahintfromhergrandmother,Adolphinehaddecoratedeachendofthetablewithabunchofflowers。
“AtRomeastheRomansdo,“thoughttheartist,lookingatthetable,andbeginningtoeat,——likeamanwhohadbreakfastedatVierzon,atsixo’clockinthemorning,onanexecrablecupofcoffee。WhenJosephhadeatenupallhisbreadandaskedformore,MonsieurHochonrose,slowlysearchedinthepocketofhissurtoutforakey,unlockedacupboardbehindhim,brokeoffasectionofatwelve-poundloaf,carefullycutaroundofit,thendividedtheroundintwo,laidthepiecesonaplate,andpassedtheplateacrossthetabletotheyoungpainter,withthesilenceandcoolnessofanoldsoldierwhosaystohimselfontheeveofbattle,“Well,Icanmeetdeath。“Josephtookthehalf-slice,andfullyunderstoodthathewasnottoaskforanymore。Nomemberofthefamilywastheleastsurprisedatthisextraordinaryperformance。Theconversationwenton。Agathelearnedthatthehouseinwhichshewasborn,herfather’shousebeforeheinheritedthatoftheoldDescoings,hadbeenboughtbytheBorniches;
sheexpressedawishtoseeitoncemore。
“Nodoubt,“saidhergodmother,“theBornicheswillbeherethisevening;weshallhavehalfthetown——whowanttoexamineyou,“sheadded,turningtoJoseph,“andtheywillallinviteyoutotheirhouses。“
Gritte,whoinspiteofhersixtyyears,wastheonlyservantofthehouse,broughtinfordessertthefamousripecheeseofTouraineandBerry,madeofgoat’smilk,whosemouldydiscolorationssodistinctlyreproducethepatternofthevine-leavesonwhichitisserved,thatTouraineoughttohaveinventedtheartofengraving。OneithersideoftheselittlecheesesGritte,withacompanyair,placednutsandsometime-honoredbiscuits。
“Well,Gritte,thefruit?“saidMadameHochon。
“But,madame,thereisnonerotten,“answeredGritte。
Josephwentoffintoroarsoflaughter,asthoughhewereamonghiscomradesintheatelier;forhesuddenlyperceivedthattheparsimonyofeatingonlythefruitswhichwerebeginningtorothaddegeneratedintoasettledhabit。
“Bah!wecaneatthemallthesame,“heexclaimed,withtheheedlessgayetyofamanwhowillhavehissay。
“MonsieurHochon,praygetsome,“saidtheoldlady。
MonsieurHochon,muchincensedattheartist’sspeech,fetchedsomepeaches,pears,andSaintCatherineplums。
“Adolphine,goandgathersomegrapes,“saidMadameHochontohergranddaughter。
Josephlookedatthetwoyoungmenasmuchastosay:“Isittosuchhighlivingasthisthatyouoweyourhealthyfaces?“
Baruchunderstoodthekeenglanceandsmiled;forheandhiscousinHochonwerebehavingwithmuchdiscretion。Thehome-lifewasoflessimportancetoyouthswhosuppedthreetimestheweekatMereCognette’s。Moreover,justbeforedinner,BaruchhadreceivednoticethatthegrandmasterconvokedthewholeOrderatmidnightforamagnificentsupper,inthecourseofwhichagreatenterprisewouldbearranged。ThefeastofwelcomegivenbyoldHochontohisguestsexplainshownecessarywerethenocturnalrepastsattheCognette’stotwoyoungfellowsblessedwithgoodappetites,who,wemayadd,nevermissedanyofthem。
“Wewilltaketheliqueurinthesalon,“saidMadameHochon,risingandmotioningtoJosephtogiveherhisarm。Astheywentoutbeforetheothers,shewhisperedtothepainter:——
“Eh!mypoorboy;thisdinnerwon’tgiveyouanindigestion;butIhadhardworktogetitforyou。ItisalwaysLenthere;youwillgetenoughjusttokeeplifeinyou,andnomore。Soyoumustbearitpatiently。“
Thekind-heartednessoftheoldwoman,whothusdrewherownpredicament,pleasedtheartist。
“Ihavelivedfiftyyearswiththatman,withouteverhearinghalf-a-
dozengoldpieceschinkinmypurse,“shewenton。“Oh!ifIdidnothopethatyoumightsaveyourproperty,Iwouldneverhavebroughtyouandyourmotherintomyprison。“
“Buthowcanyousurviveit?“criedJosephnaively,withthegayetywhichaFrenchartistneverloses。
“Ah,youmaywellask!“shesaid。“Ipray。“
Josephquiveredasheheardthewords,whichraisedtheoldwomansomuchinhisestimationthathesteppedbackalittlewaytolookintoherface;itwasradiantwithsotenderaserenitythathesaidtoher,——
“Letmepaintyourportrait。“
“No,no,“sheanswered,“Iamtoowearyoflifetowishtoremainhereoncanvas。“
Gaylyutteringthesadwords,sheopenedacloset,andbroughtoutaflaskcontainingratafia,adomesticmanufactureofherown,thereceiptforwhichsheobtainedfromthefar-famednunstowhomisalsoduethecelebratedcakeofIssoudun,——oneofthegreatcreationsofFrenchconfectionery;whichnochef,cook,pastry-cook,orconfectionerhaseverbeenabletoreproduce。MonsieurdeRiviere,ambassadoratConstantinople,orderedenormousquantitieseveryyearfortheSeraglio。
Adolphineheldalacquertrayonwhichwereanumberoflittleoldglasseswithengravedsidesandgiltedges;andashermotherfilledeachofthem,shecarriedittothecompany。
“Itseemsasthoughmyfather’sturnwerecominground!“exclaimedAgathe,towhomthisimmutableprovincialcustomrecalledthescenesofheryouth。
“Hochonwillgotohisclubpresentlytoreadthepapers,andweshallhavealittletimetoourselves,“saidtheoldladyinalowvoice。
Infact,tenminuteslater,thethreewomenandJosephwerealoneinthesalon,wherethefloorwasneverwaxed,onlyswept,andtheworsted-workdesignsinoakenframeswithgroovedmouldings,andalltheotherplainandratherdismalfurnitureseemedtoMadameBridautobeinexactlythesamestateaswhenshehadleftIssoudun。Monarchy,Revolution,Empire,andRestoration,whichrespectedlittle,hadcertainlyrespectedthisroomwheretheirgloriesandtheirdisastershadleftnottheslightesttrace。
“Ah!mygodmother,incomparisonwithyourlife,minehasbeencruellytried,“exclaimedMadameBridau,surprisedtofindevenacanarywhichshehadknownwhenalive,stuffed,andstandingonthemantleshelfbetweentheoldclock,theoldbrassbrackets,andthesilvercandlesticks。
“Mychild,“saidtheoldlady,“trialsareintheheart。Thegreaterandmorenecessarytheresignation,theharderthestrugglewithourownselves。Butdon’tspeakofme,letustalkofyouraffairs。Youaredirectlyinfrontoftheenemy,“sheadded,pointingtothewindowsoftheRougethouse。
“Theyaresittingdowntodinner,“saidAdolphine。
Theyounggirl,destinedforacloister,wasconstantlylookingoutofthewindow,inhopesofgettingsomelightupontheenormitiesimputedtoMaxenceGilet,theRabouilleuse,andJean-Jacques,ofwhichafewwordsreachedherearswhenevershewassentoutoftheroomthatothersmighttalkaboutthem。TheoldladynowtoldhergranddaughtertoleaveheralonewithMadameBridauandJosephuntilthearrivalofvisitors。
“For,“shesaid,turningtotheParisians,“IknowmyIssoudunbyheart;weshallhavetenortwelvebatchesofinquisitivefolkhereto-night。“
InfactMadameHochonhadhardlyrelatedtheeventsandthedetailsconcerningtheastoundinginfluenceobtainedbyMaxenceGiletandtheRabouilleuseoverJean-JacquesRougetwithout,ofcourse,followingthesyntheticalmethodwithwhichtheyhavebeenpresentedhere,addingthemanycomments,descriptions,andhypotheseswithwhichthegoodandeviltonguesofthetownembroideredthem,beforeAdolphineannouncedtheapproachoftheBorniche,Beaussier,Lousteau-Prangin,Fichet,Goddet-Heraufamilies;inall,fourteenpersonsloominginthedistance。
“Younowsee,mydearchild,“saidtheoldlady,concludinghertale,“thatitwillnotbeaneasymattertogetthispropertyoutofthejawsofthewolf——“
“Itseemstomesodifficult——withascoundrelsuchasyourepresenthim,andadaringwomanlikethatcrab-girl——astobeactuallyimpossible,“remarkedJoseph。“WeshouldhavetostayayearinIssouduntocounteracttheirinfluenceandoverthrowtheirdominionovermyuncle。Moneyisn’tworthsuchastruggle,——nottospeakofthemeannessestowhichweshouldhavetocondescend。Mymotherhasonlytwoweeks’leaveofabsence;herplaceisapermanentone,andshemustnotriskit。Asforme,inthemonthofOctoberIhaveanimportantwork,whichSchinnerhasjustobtainedformefromapeerofFrance;soyousee,madame,myfuturefortuneisinmybrushes。“
ThisspeechwasreceivedbyMadameHochonwithmuchamazement。Thoughrelativelysuperiortothetownshelivedin,theoldladydidnotbelieveinpainting。Sheglancedathergoddaughter,andagainpressedherhand。
“ThisMaxenceisthesecondvolumeofPhilippe,“whisperedJosephinhismother’sear,“——onlyclevererandbetterbehaved。Well,madame,“
hesaid,aloud,wewon’ttroubleMonsieurHochonbystayingverylong。“
“Ah!youareyoung;youknownothingoftheworld,“saidtheoldlady。
“Acoupleofweeks,ifyouarejudicious,mayproducegreatresults;
listentomyadvice,andactaccordingly。“
“Oh!willingly,“saidJoseph,“IknowIhaveaperfectlyamazingincapacityfordomesticstatesmanship:forexample,IamsureIdon’tknowwhatDesrocheshimselfwouldtellustodoifmyuncledeclinestoseeus。“
MesdamesBorniche,Goddet-Herau,Beaussier,Lousteau-PranginandFichet,decoratedwiththeirhusbands,hereenteredtheroom。
Whenthefourteenpersonswereseated,andtheusualcomplimentswereover,MadameHochonpresentedhergoddaughterAgatheandJoseph。