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The day may come when numismatists, + discovering amid the ashes of Paris existences perpetuated by + you, will wonder at the number of heads crowned in your + atelier and endeavour to find in them new dynasties. + + To you, this divine privilege; to me, gratitude. + + De Balzac. +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h2> + Contents + </h2> + <h3> + <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> <b>THE VICAR OF TOURS</b> </a> + </h3> + <h3> + </h3> + <table summary="" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto"> + <tr> + <td> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> I </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> II </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> III </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> IV </a> + </p> + </td> + </tr> + </table> + <h3> + <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> ADDENDUM </a> + </h3> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h1> + THE VICAR OF TOURS + </h1> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I + </h2> + <p> + Early in the autumn of 1826 the Abbe Birotteau, the principal personage of + this history, was overtaken by a shower of rain as he returned home from a + friend’s house, where he had been passing the evening. He therefore + crossed, as quickly as his corpulence would allow, the deserted little + square called “The Cloister,” which lies directly behind the chancel of + the cathedral of Saint-Gatien at Tours. + </p> + <p> + The Abbe Birotteau, a short little man, apoplectic in constitution and + about sixty years old, had already gone through several attacks of gout. + Now, among the petty miseries of human life the one for which the worthy + priest felt the deepest aversion was the sudden sprinkling of his shoes, + adorned with silver buckles, and the wetting of their soles. + Notwithstanding the woollen socks in which at all seasons he enveloped his + feet with the extreme care that ecclesiastics take of themselves, he was + apt at such times to get them a little damp, and the next day gout was + sure to give him certain infallible proofs of constancy. Nevertheless, as + the pavement of the Cloister was likely to be dry, and as the abbe had won + three francs ten sous in his rubber with Madame de Listomere, he bore the + rain resignedly from the middle of the place de l’Archeveche, where it + began to come down in earnest. Besides, he was fondling his chimera,—a + desire already twelve years old, the desire of a priest, a desire formed + anew every evening and now, apparently, very near accomplishment; in + short, he had wrapped himself so completely in the fur cape of a canon + that he did not feel the inclemency of the weather. During the evening + several of the company who habitually gathered at Madame de Listomere’s + had almost guaranteed to him his nomination to the office of canon (then + vacant in the metropolitan Chapter of Saint-Gatien), assuring him that no + one deserved such promotion as he, whose rights, long overlooked, were + indisputable. + </p> + <p> + If he had lost the rubber, if he had heard that his rival, the Abbe + Poirel, was named canon, the worthy man would have thought the rain + extremely chilling; he might even have thought ill of life. But it so + chanced that he was in one of those rare moments when happy inward + sensations make a man oblivious of discomfort. In hastening his steps he + obeyed a more mechanical impulse, and truth (so essential in a history of + manners and morals) compels us to say that he was thinking of neither rain + nor gout. + </p> + <p> + In former days there was in the Cloister, on the side towards the + Grand’Rue, a cluster of houses forming a Close and belonging to the + cathedral, where several of the dignitaries of the Chapter lived. After + the confiscation of ecclesiastical property the town had turned the + passage through this close into a narrow street, called the Rue de la + Psalette, by which pedestrians passed from the Cloister to the Grand’Rue. + The name of this street, proves clearly enough that the precentor and his + pupils and those connected with the choir formerly lived there. The other + side, the left side, of the street is occupied by a single house, the + walls of which are overshadowed by the buttresses of Saint-Gatien, which + have their base in the narrow little garden of the house, leaving it + doubtful whether the cathedral was built before or after this venerable + dwelling. An archaeologist examining the arabesques, the shape of the + windows, the arch of the door, the whole exterior of the house, now mellow + with age, would see at once that it had always been a part of the + magnificent edifice with which it is blended. + </p> + <p> + An antiquary (had there been one at Tours,—one of the least literary + towns in all France) would even discover, where the narrow street enters + the Cloister, several vestiges of an old arcade, which formerly made a + portico to these ecclesiastical dwellings, and was, no doubt, harmonious + in style with the general character of the architecture. + </p> + <p> + The house of which we speak, standing on the north side of the cathedral, + was always in the shadow thrown by that vast edifice, on which time had + cast its dingy mantle, marked its furrows, and shed its chill humidity, + its lichen, mosses, and rank herbs. The darkened dwelling was wrapped in + silence, broken only by the bells, by the chanting of the offices heard + through the windows of the church, by the call of the jackdaws nesting in + the belfries. The region is a desert of stones, a solitude with a + character of its own, an arid spot, which could only be inhabited by + beings who had either attained to absolute nullity, or were gifted with + some abnormal strength of soul. The house in question had always been + occupied by abbes, and it belonged to an old maid named Mademoiselle + Gamard. Though the property had been bought from the national domain under + the Reign of Terror by the father of Mademoiselle Gamard, no one objected + under the Restoration to the old maid’s retaining it, because she took + priests to board and was very devout; it may be that religious persons + gave her credit for the intention of leaving the property to the Chapter. + </p> + <p> + The Abbe Birotteau was making his way to this house, where he had lived + for the last two years. His apartment had been (as was now the canonry) an + object of envy and his “hoc erat in votis” for a dozen years. To be + Mademoiselle Gamard’s boarder and to become a canon were the two great + desires of his life; in fact they do present accurately the ambition of a + priest, who, considering himself on the highroad to eternity, can wish for + nothing in this world but good lodging, good food, clean garments, shoes + with silver buckles, a sufficiency of things for the needs of the animal, + and a canonry to satisfy self-love, that inexpressible sentiment which + follows us, they say, into the presence of God,—for there are grades + among the saints. But the covetous desire for the apartment which the Abbe + Birotteau was now inhabiting (a very harmless desire in the eyes of + worldly people) had been to the abbe nothing less than a passion, a + passion full of obstacles, and, like more guilty passions, full of hopes, + pleasures, and remorse. + </p> + <p> + The interior arrangements of the house did not allow Mademoiselle Gamard + to take more than two lodgers. Now, for about twelve years before the day + when Birotteau went to live with her she had undertaken to keep in health + and contentment two priests; namely, Monsieur l’Abbe Troubert and Monsieur + l’Abbe Chapeloud. The Abbe Troubert still lived. The Abbe Chapeloud was + dead; and Birotteau had stepped into his place. + </p> + <p> + The late Abbe Chapeloud, in life a canon of Saint-Gatien, had been an + intimate friend of the Abbe Birotteau. Every time that the latter paid a + visit to the canon he had constantly admired the apartment, the furniture + and the library. Out of this admiration grew the desire to possess these + beautiful things. It had been impossible for the Abbe Birotteau to stifle + this desire; though it often made him suffer terribly when he reflected + that the death of his best friend could alone satisfy his secret + covetousness, which increased as time went on. The Abbe Chapeloud and his + friend Birotteau were not rich. Both were sons of peasants; and their + slender savings had been spent in the mere costs of living during the + disastrous years of the Revolution. When Napoleon restored the Catholic + worship the Abbe Chapeloud was appointed canon of the cathedral and + Birotteau was made vicar of it. Chapeloud then went to board with + Mademoiselle Gamard. When Birotteau first came to visit his friend, he + thought the arrangement of the rooms excellent, but he noticed nothing + more. The outset of this concupiscence of chattels was very like that of a + true passion, which often begins, in a young man, with cold admiration for + a woman whom he ends in loving forever. + </p> + <p> + The apartment, reached by a stone staircase, was on the side of the house + that faced south. The Abbe Troubert occupied the ground-floor, and + Mademoiselle Gamard the first floor of the main building, looking on the + street. When Chapeloud took possession of his rooms they were bare of + furniture, and the ceilings were blackened with smoke. The stone + mantelpieces, which were very badly cut, had never been painted. At first, + the only furniture the poor canon could put in was a bed, a table, a few + chairs, and the books he possessed. The apartment was like a beautiful + woman in rags. But two or three years later, an old lady having left the + Abbe Chapeloud two thousand francs, he spent that sum on the purchase of + an oak bookcase, the relic of a chateau pulled down by the Bande Noire, + the carving of which deserved the admiration of all artists. The abbe made + the purchase less because it was very cheap than because the dimensions of + the bookcase exactly fitted the space it was to fill in his gallery. His + savings enabled him to renovate the whole gallery, which up to this time + had been neglected and shabby. The floor was carefully waxed, the ceiling + whitened, the wood-work painted to resemble the grain and knots of oak. A + long table in ebony and two cabinets by Boulle completed the decoration, + and gave to this gallery a certain air that was full of character. In the + course of two years the liberality of devout persons, and legacies, though + small ones, from pious penitents, filled the shelves of the bookcase, till + then half empty. Moreover, Chapeloud’s uncle, an old Oratorian, had left + him his collection in folio of the Fathers of the Church, and several + other important works that were precious to a priest. + </p> + <p> + Birotteau, more and more surprised by the successive improvements of the + gallery, once so bare, came by degrees to a condition of involuntary envy. + He wished he could possess that apartment, so thoroughly in keeping with + the gravity of ecclestiastical life. The passion increased from day to + day. Working, sometimes for days together, in this retreat, the vicar + could appreciate the silence and the peace that reigned there. During the + following year the Abbe Chapeloud turned a small room into an oratory, + which his pious friends took pleasure in beautifying. Still later, another + lady gave the canon a set of furniture for his bedroom, the covering of + which she had embroidered under the eyes of the worthy man without his + ever suspecting its destination. The bedroom then had the same effect upon + the vicar that the gallery had long had; it dazzled him. Lastly, about + three years before the Abbe Chapeloud’s death, he completed the comfort of + his apartment by decorating the salon. Though the furniture was plainly + covered in red Utrecht velvet, it fascinated Birotteau. From the day when + the canon’s friend first laid eyes on the red damask curtains, the + mahogany furniture, the Aubusson carpet which adorned the vast room, then + lately painted, his envy of Chapeloud’s apartment became a monomania + hidden within his breast. To live there, to sleep in that bed with the + silk curtains where the canon slept, to have all Chapeloud’s comforts + about him, would be, Birotteau felt, complete happiness; he saw nothing + beyond it. All the envy, all the ambition which the things of this world + give birth to in the hearts of other men concentrated themselves for + Birotteau in the deep and secret longing he felt for an apartment like + that which the Abbe Chapeloud had created for himself. When his friend + fell ill he went to him out of true affection; but all the same, when he + first heard of his illness, and when he sat by his bed to keep him + company, there arose in the depths of his consciousness, in spite of + himself, a crowd of thoughts the simple formula of which was always, “If + Chapeloud dies I can have this apartment.” And yet—Birotteau having + an excellent heart, contracted ideas, and a limited mind—he did not + go so far as to think of means by which to make his friend bequeath to him + the library and the furniture. + </p> + <p> + The Abbe Chapeloud, an amiable, indulgent egoist, fathomed his friend’s + desires—not a difficult thing to do—and forgave them; which + may seem less easy to a priest; but it must be remembered that the vicar, + whose friendship was faithful, did not fail to take a daily walk with his + friend along their usual path in the Mail de Tours, never once depriving + him of an instant of the time devoted for over twenty years to that + exercise. Birotteau, who regarded his secret wishes as crimes, would have + been capable, out of contrition, of the utmost devotion to his friend. The + latter paid his debt of gratitude for a friendship so ingenuously sincere + by saying, a few days before his death, as the vicar sat by him reading + the “Quotidienne” aloud: “This time you will certainly get the apartment. + I feel it is all over with me now.” + </p> + <p> + Accordingly, it was found that the Abbe Chapeloud had left his library and + all his furniture to his friend Birotteau. The possession of these things, + so keenly desired, and the prospect of being taken to board by + Mademoiselle Gamard, certainly did allay the grief which Birotteau felt at + the death of his friend the canon. He might not have been willing to + resuscitate him; but he mourned him. For several days he was like + Gargantus, who, when his wife died in giving birth to Pantagruel, did not + know whether to rejoice at the birth of a son or grieve at having buried + his good Babette, and therefore cheated himself by rejoicing at the death + of his wife, and deploring the advent of Pantagruel. + </p> + <p> + The Abbe Birotteau spent the first days of his mourning in verifying the + books in <i>his</i> library, in making use of <i>his</i> furniture, in + examining the whole of his inheritance, saying in a tone which, + unfortunately, was not noted at the time, “Poor Chapeloud!” His joy and + his grief so completely absorbed him that he felt no pain when he found + that the office of canon, in which the late Chapeloud had hoped his friend + Birotteau might succeed him, was given to another. Mademoiselle Gamard + having cheerfully agreed to take the vicar to board, the latter was + thenceforth a participator in all those felicities of material comfort of + which the deceased canon had been wont to boast. + </p> + <p> + Incalculable they were! According to the Abbe Chapeloud none of the + priests who inhabited the city of Tours, not even the archbishop, had ever + been the object of such minute and delicate attentions as those bestowed + by Mademoiselle Gamard on her two lodgers. The first words the canon said + to his friend when they met for their walk on the Mail referred usually to + the succulent dinner he had just eaten; and it was a very rare thing if + during the walks of each week he did not say at least fourteen times, + “That excellent spinster certainly has a vocation for serving + ecclesiastics.” + </p> + <p> + “Just think,” the canon would say to Birotteau, “that for twelve + consecutive years nothing has ever been amiss,—linen in perfect + order, bands, albs, surplices; I find everything in its place, always in + sufficient quantity, and smelling of orris-root. My furniture is rubbed + and kept so bright that I don’t know when I have seen any dust—did + you ever see a speck of it in my rooms? Then the firewood is so well + selected. The least little things are excellent. In fact, Mademoiselle + Gamard keeps an incessant watch over my wants. I can’t remember having + rung twice for anything—no matter what—in ten years. That’s + what I call living! I never have to look for a single thing, not even my + slippers. Always a good fire, always a good dinner. Once the bellows + annoyed me, the nozzle was choked up; but I only mentioned it once, and + the next day Mademoiselle gave me a very pretty pair, also those nice + tongs you see me mend the fire with.” + </p> + <p> + For all answer Birotteau would say, “Smelling of orris-root!” That + “smelling of orris-root” always affected him. The canon’s remarks revealed + ideal joys to the poor vicar, whose bands and albs were the plague of his + life, for he was totally devoid of method and often forgot to order his + dinner. Therefore, if he saw Mademoiselle Gamard at Saint-Gatien while + saying mass or taking round the plate, he never failed to give her a + kindly and benevolent look,—such a look as Saint Teresa might have + cast to heaven. + </p> + <p> + Though the comforts which all creatures desire, and for which he had so + often longed, thus fell to his share, the Abbe Birotteau, like the rest of + the world, found it difficult, even for a priest, to live without + something to hanker for. Consequently, for the last eighteen months he had + replaced his two satisfied passions by an ardent longing for a canonry. + The title of Canon had become to him very much what a peerage is to a + plebeian minister. The prospect of an appointment, hopes of which had just + been held out to him at Madame de Listomere’s, so completely turned his + head that he did not observe until he reached his own door that he had + left his umbrella behind him. Perhaps, even then, if the rain were not + falling in torrents he might not have missed it, so absorbed was he in the + pleasure of going over and over in his mind what had been said to him on + the subject of his promotion by the company at Madame de Listomere’s,—an + old lady with whom he spent every Wednesday evening. + </p> + <p> + The vicar rang loudly, as if to let the servant know she was not to keep + him waiting. Then he stood close to the door to avoid, if he could, + getting showered; but the drip from the roof fell precisely on the toes of + his shoes, and the wind blew gusts of rain into his face that were much + like a shower-bath. Having calculated the time necessary for the woman to + leave the kitchen and pull the string of the outer door, he rang again, + this time in a manner that resulted in a very significant peal of the + bell. + </p> + <p> + “They can’t be out,” he said to himself, not hearing any movement on the + premises. + </p> + <p> + Again he rang, producing a sound that echoed sharply through the house and + was taken up and repeated by all the echoes of the cathedral, so that no + one could avoid waking up at the remonstrating racket. Accordingly, in a + few moments, he heard, not without some pleasure in his wrath, the wooden + shoes of the servant-woman clacking along the paved path which led to the + outer door. But even then the discomforts of the gouty old gentleman were + not so quickly over as he hoped. Instead of pulling the string, Marianne + was obliged to turn the lock of the door with its heavy key, and pull back + all the bolts. + </p> + <p> + “Why did you let me ring three times in such weather?” said the vicar. + </p> + <p> + “But, monsieur, don’t you see the door was locked? We have all been in bed + ever so long; it struck a quarter to eleven some time ago. Mademoiselle + must have thought you were in.” + </p> + <p> + “You saw me go out, yourself. Besides, Mademoiselle knows very well I + always go to Madame de Listomere’s on Wednesday evening.” + </p> + <p> + “I only did as Mademoiselle told me, monsieur.” + </p> + <p> + These words struck the vicar a blow, which he felt the more because his + late revery had made him completely happy. He said nothing and followed + Marianne towards the kitchen to get his candlestick, which he supposed had + been left there as usual. But instead of entering the kitchen Marianne + went on to his own apartments, and there the vicar beheld his candlestick + on a table close to the door of the red salon, in a sort of antechamber + formed by the landing of the staircase, which the late canon had inclosed + with a glass partition. Mute with amazement, he entered his bedroom + hastily, found no fire, and called to Marianne, who had not had time to + get downstairs. + </p> + <p> + “You have not lighted the fire!” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Beg pardon, Monsieur l’abbe, I did,” she said; “it must have gone out.” + </p> + <p> + Birotteau looked again at the hearth, and felt convinced that the fire had + been out since morning. + </p> + <p> + “I must dry my feet,” he said. “Make the fire.” + </p> + <p> + Marianne obeyed with the haste of a person who wants to get back to her + night’s rest. While looking about him for his slippers, which were not in + the middle of his bedside carpet as usual, the abbe took mental notes of + the state of Marianne’s dress, which convinced him that she had not got + out of bed to open the door as she said she had. He then recollected that + for the last two weeks he had been deprived of various little attentions + which for eighteen months had made life sweet to him. Now, as the nature + of narrow minds induces them to study trifles, Birotteau plunged suddenly + into deep meditation on these four circumstances, imperceptible in their + meaning to others, but to him indicative of four catastrophes. The total + loss of his happiness was evidently foreshadowed in the neglect to place + his slippers, in Marianne’s falsehood about the fire, in the unusual + removal of his candlestick to the table of the antechamber, and in the + evident intention to keep him waiting in the rain. + </p> + <p> + When the fire was burning on the hearth, and the lamp was lighted, and + Marianne had departed without saying, as usual, “Does Monsieur want + anything more?” the Abbe Birotteau let himself fall gently into the wide + and handsome easy-chair of his late friend; but there was something + mournful in the movement with which he dropped upon it. The good soul was + crushed by a presentiment of coming calamity. His eyes roved successively + to the handsome tall clock, the bureau, curtains, chairs, carpets, to the + stately bed, the basin of holy-water, the crucifix, to a Virgin by + Valentin, a Christ by Lebrun,—in short, to all the accessories of + this cherished room, while his face expressed the anguish of the tenderest + farewell that a lover ever took of his first mistress, or an old man of + his lately planted trees. The vicar had just perceived, somewhat late it + is true, the signs of a dumb persecution instituted against him for the + last three months by Mademoiselle Gamard, whose evil intentions would + doubtless have been fathomed much sooner by a more intelligent man. Old + maids have a special talent for accentuating the words and actions which + their dislikes suggest to them. They scratch like cats. They not only + wound but they take pleasure in wounding, and in making their victim see + that he is wounded. A man of the world would never have allowed himself to + be scratched twice; the good abbe, on the contrary, had taken several + blows from those sharp claws before he could be brought to believe in any + evil intention. + </p> + <p> + But when he did perceive it, he set to work, with the inquisitorial + sagacity which priests acquire by directing consciences and burrowing into + the nothings of the confessional, to establish, as though it were a matter + of religious controversy, the following proposition: “Admitting that + Mademoiselle Gamard did not remember it was Madame de Listomere’s evening, + and that Marianne did think I was home, and did really forget to make my + fire, it is impossible, inasmuch as I myself took down my candlestick this + morning, that Mademoiselle Gamard, seeing it in her salon, could have + supposed I had gone to bed. Ergo, Mademoiselle Gamard intended that I + should stand out in the rain, and, by carrying my candlestick upstairs, + she meant to make me understand it. What does it all mean?” he said aloud, + roused by the gravity of these circumstances, and rising as he spoke to + take off his damp clothes, get into his dressing-gown, and do up his head + for the night. Then he returned from the bed to the fireplace, + gesticulating, and launching forth in various tones the following + sentences, all of which ended in a high falsetto key, like notes of + interjection: + </p> + <p> + “What the deuce have I done to her? Why is she angry with me? Marianne did + <i>not</i> forget my fire! Mademoiselle told her not to light it! I must + be a child if I can’t see, from the tone and manner she has been taking to + me, that I’ve done something to displease her. Nothing like it ever + happened to Chapeloud! I can’t live in the midst of such torments as—At + my age—” + </p> + <p> + He went to bed hoping that the morrow might enlighten him on the causes of + the dislike which threatened to destroy forever the happiness he had now + enjoyed two years after wishing for it so long. Alas! the secret reasons + for the inimical feelings Mademoiselle Gamard bore to the luckless abbe + were fated to remain eternally unknown to him,—not that they were + difficult to fathom, but simply because he lacked the good faith and + candor by which great souls and scoundrels look within and judge + themselves. A man of genius or a trickster says to himself, “I did wrong.” + Self-interest and native talent are the only infallible and lucid guides. + Now the Abbe Birotteau, whose goodness amounted to stupidity, whose + knowledge was only, as it were, plastered on him by dint of study, who had + no experience whatever of the world and its ways, who lived between the + mass and the confessional, chiefly occupied in dealing the most trivial + matters of conscience in his capacity of confessor to all the schools in + town and to a few noble souls who rightly appreciated him,—the Abbe + Birotteau must be regarded as a great child, to whom most of the practices + of social life were utterly unknown. And yet, the natural selfishness of + all human beings, reinforced by the selfishness peculiar to the priesthood + and that of the narrow life of the provinces had insensibly, and unknown + to himself, developed within him. If any one had felt enough interest in + the good man to probe his spirit and prove to him that in the numerous + petty details of his life and in the minute duties of his daily existence + he was essentially lacking in the self-sacrifice he professed, he would + have punished and mortified himself in good faith. But those whom we + offend by such unconscious selfishness pay little heed to our real + innocence; what they want is vengeance, and they take it. Thus it happened + that Birotteau, weak brother that he was, was made to undergo the decrees + of that great distributive Justice which goes about compelling the world + to execute its judgments,—called by ninnies “the misfortunes of + life.” + </p> + <p> + There was this difference between the late Chapeloud and the vicar,—one + was a shrewd and clever egoist, the other a simple-minded and clumsy one. + When the canon went to board with Mademoiselle Gamard he knew exactly how + to judge of his landlady’s character. The confessional had taught him to + understand the bitterness that the sense of being kept outside the social + pale puts into the heart of an old maid; he therefore calculated his own + treatment of Mademoiselle Gamard very wisely. She was then about + thirty-eight years old, and still retained a few pretensions, which, in + well-behaved persons of her condition, change, rather later, into strong + personal self-esteem. The canon saw plainly that to live comfortably with + his landlady he must pay her invariably the same attentions and be more + infallible than the pope himself. To compass this result, he allowed no + points of contact between himself and her except those that politeness + demanded, and those which necessarily exist between two persons living + under the same roof. Thus, though he and the Abbe Troubert took their + regular three meals a day, he avoided the family breakfast by inducing + Mademoiselle Gamard to send his coffee to his own room. He also avoided + the annoyance of supper by taking tea in the houses of friends with whom + he spent his evenings. In this way he seldom saw his landlady except at + dinner; but he always came down to that meal a few minutes in advance of + the hour. During this visit of courtesy, as it may be called, he talked to + her, for the twelve years he had lived under her roof, on nearly the same + topics, receiving from her the same answers. How she had slept, her + breakfast, the trivial domestic events, her looks, her health, the + weather, the time the church services had lasted, the incidents of the + mass, the health of such or such a priest,—these were the subjects + of their daily conversation. During dinner he invariably paid her certain + indirect compliments; the fish had an excellent flavor; the seasoning of a + sauce was delicious; Mademoiselle Gamard’s capacities and virtues as + mistress of a household were great. He was sure of flattering the old + maid’s vanity by praising the skill with which she made or prepared her + preserves and pickles and pates and other gastronomical inventions. To cap + all, the wily canon never left his landlady’s yellow salon after dinner + without remarking that there was no house in Tours where he could get such + good coffee as that he had just imbibed. + </p> + <p> + Thanks to this thorough understanding of Mademoiselle Gamard’s character, + and to the science of existence which he had put in practice for the last + twelve years, no matter of discussion on the internal arrangements of the + household had ever come up between them. The Abbe Chapeloud had taken note + of the spinster’s angles, asperities, and crabbedness, and had so arranged + his avoidance of her that he obtained without the least difficulty all the + concessions that were necessary to the happiness and tranquility of his + life. The result was that Mademoiselle Gamard frequently remarked to her + friends and acquaintances that the Abbe Chapeloud was a very amiable man, + extremely easy to live with, and a fine mind. + </p> + <p> + As to her other lodger, the Abbe Troubert, she said absolutely nothing + about him. Completely involved in the round of her life, like a satellite + in the orbit of a planet, Troubert was to her a sort of intermediary + creature between the individuals of the human species and those of the + canine species; he was classed in her heart next, but directly before, the + place intended for friends but now occupied by a fat and wheezy pug which + she tenderly loved. She ruled Troubert completely, and the intermingling + of their interests was so obvious that many persons of her social sphere + believed that the Abbe Troubert had designs on the old maid’s property, + and was binding her to him unawares with infinite patience, and really + directing her while he seemed to be obeying without ever letting her + perceive in him the slightest wish on his part to govern her. + </p> + <p> + When the Abbe Chapeloud died, the old maid, who desired a lodger with + quiet ways, naturally thought of the vicar. Before the canon’s will was + made known she had meditated offering his rooms to the Abbe Troubert, who + was not very comfortable on the ground-floor. But when the Abbe Birotteau, + on receiving his legacy, came to settle in writing the terms of his board + she saw he was so in love with the apartment, for which he might now admit + his long cherished desires, that she dared not propose the exchange, and + accordingly sacrificed her sentiments of friendship to the demands of + self-interest. But in order to console her beloved canon, Mademoiselle + took up the large white Chateau-Renaud bricks that made the floors of his + apartment and replaced them by wooden floors laid in “point de Hongrie.” + She also rebuilt a smoky chimney. + </p> + <p> + For twelve years the Abbe Birotteau had seen his friend Chapeloud in that + house without ever giving a thought to the motive of the canon’s extreme + circumspection in his relations to Mademoiselle Gamard. When he came + himself to live with that saintly woman he was in the condition of a lover + on the point of being made happy. Even if he had not been by nature + purblind of intellect, his eyes were too dazzled by his new happiness to + allow him to judge of the landlady, or to reflect on the limits which he + ought to impose on their daily intercourse. Mademoiselle Gamard, seen from + afar and through the prism of those material felicities which the vicar + dreamed of enjoying in her house, seemed to him a perfect being, a + faultless Christian, essentially charitable, the woman of the Gospel, the + wise virgin, adorned by all those humble and modest virtues which shed + celestial fragrance upon life. + </p> + <p> + So, with the enthusiasm of one who attains an object long desired, with + the candor of a child, and the blundering foolishness of an old man + utterly without worldly experience, he fell into the life of Mademoiselle + Gamard precisely as a fly is caught in a spider’s web. The first day that + he went to dine and sleep at the house he was detained in the salon after + dinner, partly to make his landlady’s acquaintance, but chiefly by that + inexplicable embarrassment which often assails timid people and makes them + fear to seem impolite by breaking off a conversation in order to take + leave. Consequently he remained there the whole evening. Then a friend of + his, a certain Mademoiselle Salomon de Villenoix, came to see him, and + this gave Mademoiselle Gamard the happiness of forming a card-table; so + that when the vicar went to bed he felt that he had passed a very + agreeable evening. Knowing Mademoiselle Gamard and the Abbe Troubert but + slightly, he saw only the superficial aspects of their characters; few + persons bare their defects at once, they generally take on a becoming + veneer. + </p> + <p> + The worthy abbe was thus led to suggest to himself the charming plan of + devoting all his evenings to Mademoiselle Gamard, instead of spending + them, as Chapeloud had done, elsewhere. The old maid had for years been + possessed by a desire which grew stronger day by day. This desire, often + formed by old persons and even by pretty women, had become in Mademoiselle + Gamard’s soul as ardent a longing as that of Birotteau for Chapeloud’s + apartment; and it was strengthened by all those feelings of pride, + egotism, envy, and vanity which pre-exist in the breasts of worldly + people. + </p> + <p> + This history is of all time; it suffices to widen slightly the narrow + circle in which these personages are about to act to find the coefficient + reasons of events which take place in the very highest spheres of social + life. + </p> + <p> + Mademoiselle Gamard spent her evenings by rotation in six or eight + different houses. Whether it was that she disliked being obliged to go out + to seek society, and considered that at her age she had a right to expect + some return; or that her pride was wounded at receiving no company in her + house; or that her self-love craved the compliments she saw her various + hostesses receive,—certain it is that her whole ambition was to make + her salon a centre towards which a given number of persons should nightly + make their way with pleasure. One morning as she left Saint-Gatien, after + Birotteau and his friend Mademoiselle Salomon had spent a few evenings + with her and with the faithful and patient Troubert, she said to certain + of her good friends whom she met at the church door, and whose slave she + had hitherto considered herself, that those who wished to see her could + certainly come once a week to her house, where she had friends enough to + make a card-table; she could not leave the Abbe Birotteau; Mademoiselle + Salomon had not missed a single evening that week; she was devoted to + friends; and—et cetera, et cetera. Her speech was all the more + humbly haughty and softly persuasive because Mademoiselle Salomon de + Villenoix belonged to the most aristocratic society in Tours. For though + Mademoiselle Salomon came to Mademoiselle Gamard’s house solely out of + friendship for the vicar, the old maid triumphed in receiving her, and saw + that, thanks to Birotteau, she was on the point of succeeding in her great + desire to form a circle as numerous and as agreeable as those of Madame de + Listomere, Mademoiselle Merlin de la Blottiere, and other devout ladies + who were in the habit of receiving the pious and ecclesiastical society of + Tours. + </p> + <p> + But alas! the abbe Birotteau himself caused this cherished hope to + miscarry. Now if those persons who in the course of their lives have + attained to the enjoyment of a long desired happiness and have therefore + comprehended the joy of the vicar when he stepped into Chapeloud’s vacant + place, they will also have gained some faint idea of Mademoiselle Gamard’s + distress at the overthrow of her favorite plan. + </p> + <p> + After accepting his happiness in the old maid’s salon for six months with + tolerable patience, Birotteau deserted the house of an evening, carrying + with him Mademoiselle Salomon. In spite of her utmost efforts the + ambitious Gamard had recruited barely six visitors, whose faithful + attendance was more than problematical; and boston could not be played + night after night unless at least four persons were present. The defection + of her two principal guests obliged her therefore to make suitable + apologies and return to her evening visiting among former friends; for old + maids find their own company so distasteful that they prefer to seek the + doubtful pleasures of society. + </p> + <p> + The cause of this desertion is plain enough. Although the vicar was one of + those to whom heaven is hereafter to belong in virtue of the decree + “Blessed are the poor in spirit,” he could not, like some fools, endure + the annoyance that other fools caused him. Persons without minds are like + weeds that delight in good earth; they want to be amused by others, all + the more because they are dull within. The incarnation of ennui to which + they are victims, joined to the need they feel of getting a divorce from + themselves, produces that passion for moving about, for being somewhere + else than where they are, which distinguishes their species,—and + also that of all beings devoid of sensitiveness, and those who have missed + their destiny, or who suffer by their own fault. + </p> + <p> + Without really fathoming the vacuity and emptiness of Mademoiselle + Gamard’s mind, or stating to himself the pettiness of her ideas, the poor + abbe perceived, unfortunately too late, the defects which she shared with + all old maids, and those which were peculiar to herself. The bad points of + others show out so strongly against the good that they usually strike our + eyes before they wound us. This moral phenomenon might, at a pinch, be + made to excuse the tendency we all have, more or less, to gossip. It is so + natural, socially speaking, to laugh at the failings of others that we + ought to forgive the ridicule our own absurdities excite, and be annoyed + only by calumny. But in this instance the eyes of the good vicar never + reached the optical range which enables men of the world to see and evade + their neighbours’ rough points. Before he could be brought to perceive the + faults of his landlady he was forced to undergo the warning which Nature + gives to all her creatures—pain. + </p> + <p> + Old maids who have never yielded in their habits of life or in their + characters to other lives and other characters, as the fate of woman + exacts, have, as a general thing, a mania for making others give way to + them. In Mademoiselle Gamard this sentiment had degenerated into + despotism, but a despotism that could only exercise itself on little + things. For instance (among a hundred other examples), the basket of + counters placed on the card-table for the Abbe Birotteau was to stand + exactly where she placed it; and the abbe annoyed her terribly by moving + it, which he did nearly every evening. How is this sensitiveness stupidly + spent on nothings to be accounted for? what is the object of it? No one + could have told in this case; Mademoiselle Gamard herself knew no reason + for it. The vicar, though a sheep by nature, did not like, any more than + other sheep, to feel the crook too often, especially when it bristled with + spikes. Not seeking to explain to himself the patience of the Abbe + Troubert, Birotteau simply withdrew from the happiness which Mademoiselle + Gamard believed that she seasoned to his liking,—for she regarded + happiness as a thing to be made, like her preserves. But the luckless abbe + made the break in a clumsy way, the natural way of his own naive + character, and it was not carried out without much nagging and + sharp-shooting, which the Abbe Birotteau endeavored to bear as if he did + not feel them. + </p> + <p> + By the end of the first year of his sojourn under Mademoiselle Gamard’s + roof the vicar had resumed his former habits; spending two evenings a week + with Madame de Listomere, three with Mademoiselle Salomon, and the other + two with Mademoiselle Merlin de la Blottiere. These ladies belonged to the + aristocratic circles of Tourainean society, to which Mademoiselle Gamard + was not admitted. Therefore the abbe’s abandonment was the more insulting, + because it made her feel her want of social value; all choice implies + contempt for the thing rejected. + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur Birotteau does not find us agreeable enough,” said the Abbe + Troubert to Mademoiselle Gamard’s friends when she was forced to tell them + that her “evenings” must be given up. “He is a man of the world, and a + good liver! He wants fashion, luxury, witty conversation, and the scandals + of the town.” + </p> + <p> + These words of course obliged Mademoiselle Gamard to defend herself at + Birotteau’s expense. + </p> + <p> + “He is not much a man of the world,” she said. “If it had not been for the + Abbe Chapeloud he would never have been received at Madame de Listomere’s. + Oh, what didn’t I lose in losing the Abbe Chapeloud! Such an amiable man, + and so easy to live with! In twelve whole years I never had the slightest + difficulty or disagreement with him.” + </p> + <p> + Presented thus, the innocent abbe was considered by this bourgeois + society, which secretly hated the aristocratic society, as a man + essentially exacting and hard to get along with. For a week Mademoiselle + Gamard enjoyed the pleasure of being pitied by friends who, without really + thinking one word of what they said, kept repeating to her: “How <i>could</i> + he have turned against you?—so kind and gentle as you are!” or, + “Console yourself, dear Mademoiselle Gamard, you are so well known that—” + et cetera. + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless, these friends, enchanted to escape one evening a week in the + Cloister, the darkest, dreariest, and most out of the way corner in Tours, + blessed the poor vicar in their hearts. + </p> + <p> + Between persons who are perpetually in each other’s company dislike or + love increases daily; every moment brings reasons to love or hate each + other more and more. The Abbe Birotteau soon became intolerable to + Mademoiselle Gamard. Eighteen months after she had taken him to board, and + at the moment when the worthy man was mistaking the silence of hatred for + the peacefulness of content, and applauding himself for having, as he + said, “managed matters so well with the old maid,” he was really the + object of an underhand persecution and a vengeance deliberately planned. + The four marked circumstances of the locked door, the forgotten slippers, + the lack of fire, and the removal of the candlestick, were the first signs + that revealed to him a terrible enmity, the final consequences of which + were destined not to strike him until the time came when they were + irreparable. + </p> + <p> + As he went to bed the worthy vicar worked his brains—quite + uselessly, for he was soon at the end of them—to explain to himself + the extraordinarily discourteous conduct of Mademoiselle Gamard. The fact + was that, having all along acted logically in obeying the natural laws of + his own egotism, it was impossible that he should now perceive his own + faults towards his landlady. + </p> + <p> + Though the great things of life are simple to understand and easy to + express, the littlenesses require a vast number of details to explain + them. The foregoing events, which may be called a sort of prologue to this + bourgeois drama, in which we shall find passions as violent as those + excited by great interests, required this long introduction; and it would + have been difficult for any faithful historian to shorten the account of + these minute developments. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II + </h2> + <p> + The next morning, on awaking, Birotteau thought so much of his prospective + canonry that he forgot the four circumstances in which he had seen, the + night before, such threatening prognostics of a future full of misery. The + vicar was not a man to get up without a fire. He rang to let Marianne know + that he was awake and that she must come to him; then he remained, as his + habit was, absorbed in somnolent musings. The servant’s custom was to make + the fire and gently draw him from his half sleep by the murmured sound of + her movements,—a sort of music which he loved. Twenty minutes passed + and Marianne had not appeared. The vicar, now half a canon, was about to + ring again, when he let go the bell-pull, hearing a man’s step on the + staircase. In a minute more the Abbe Troubert, after discreetly knocking + at the door, obeyed Birotteau’s invitation and entered the room. This + visit, which the two abbe’s usually paid each other once a month, was no + surprise to the vicar. The canon at once exclaimed when he saw that + Marianne had not made the fire of his quasi-colleague. He opened the + window and called to her harshly, telling her to come at once to the abbe; + then, turning round to his ecclesiastical brother, he said, “If + Mademoiselle knew that you had no fire she would scold Marianne.” + </p> + <p> + After this speech he inquired about Birotteau’s health, and asked in a + gentle voice if he had had any recent news that gave him hopes of his + canonry. The vicar explained the steps he had taken, and told, naively, + the names of the persons with whom Madam de Listomere was using her + influence, quite unaware that Troubert had never forgiven that lady for + not admitting him—the Abbe Troubert, twice proposed by the bishop as + vicar-general!—to her house. + </p> + <p> + It would be impossible to find two figures which presented so many + contrasts to each other as those of the two abbes. Troubert, tall and + lean, was yellow and bilious, while the vicar was what we call, + familiarly, plump. Birotteau’s face, round and ruddy, proclaimed a kindly + nature barren of ideas, while that of the Abbe Troubert, long and ploughed + by many wrinkles, took on at times an expression of sarcasm, or else of + contempt; but it was necessary to watch him very closely before those + sentiments could be detected. The canon’s habitual condition was perfect + calmness, and his eyelids were usually lowered over his orange-colored + eyes, which could, however, give clear and piercing glances when he liked. + Reddish hair added to the gloomy effect of this countenance, which was + always obscured by the veil which deep meditation drew across its + features. Many persons at first sight thought him absorbed in high and + earnest ambitions; but those who claimed to know him better denied that + impression, insisting that he was only stupidly dull under Mademoiselle + Gamard’s despotism, or else worn out by too much fasting. He seldom spoke, + and never laughed. When it did so happen that he felt agreeably moved, a + feeble smile would flicker on his lips and lose itself in the wrinkles of + his face. + </p> + <p> + Birotteau, on the other hand, was all expansion, all frankness; he loved + good things and was amused by trifles with the simplicity of a man who + knew no spite or malice. The Abbe Troubert roused, at first sight, an + involuntary feeling of fear, while the vicar’s presence brought a kindly + smile to the lips of all who looked at him. When the tall canon marched + with solemn step through the naves and cloisters of Saint-Gatien, his head + bowed, his eye stern, respect followed him; that bent face was in harmony + with the yellowing arches of the cathedral; the folds of his cassock fell + in monumental lines that were worthy of statuary. The good vicar, on the + contrary, perambulated about with no gravity at all. He trotted and ambled + and seemed at times to roll himself along. But with all this there was one + point of resemblance between the two men. For, precisely as Troubert’s + ambitious air, which made him feared, had contributed probably to keep him + down to the insignificant position of a mere canon, so the character and + ways of Birotteau marked him out as perpetually the vicar of the cathedral + and nothing higher. + </p> + <p> + Yet the Abbe Troubert, now fifty years of age, had entirely removed, + partly by the circumspection of his conduct and the apparent lack of all + ambitions, and partly by his saintly life, the fears which his suspected + ability and his powerful presence had roused in the minds of his + superiors. His health having seriously failed him during the last year, it + seemed probable that he would soon be raised to the office of + vicar-general of the archbishopric. His competitors themselves desired the + appointment, so that their own plans might have time to mature during the + few remaining days which a malady, now become chronic, might allow him. + Far from offering the same hopes to rivals, Birotteau’s triple chin showed + to all who wanted his coveted canonry an evidence of the soundest health; + even his gout seemed to them, in accordance with the proverb, an assurance + of longevity. + </p> + <p> + The Abbe Chapeloud, a man of great good sense, whose amiability had made + the leaders of the diocese and the members of the best society in Tours + seek his company, had steadily opposed, though secretly and with much + judgment, the elevation of the Abbe Troubert. He had even adroitly managed + to prevent his access to the salons of the best society. Nevertheless, + during Chapeloud’s lifetime Troubert treated him invariably with great + respect, and showed him on all occasions the utmost deference. This + constant submission did not, however, change the opinion of the late + canon, who said to Birotteau during the last walk they took together: + “Distrust that lean stick of a Troubert,—Sixtus the Fifth reduced to + the limits of a bishopric!” + </p> + <p> + Such was the friend, the abiding guest of Mademoiselle Gamard, who now + came, the morning after the old maid had, as it were, declared war against + the poor vicar, to pay his brother a visit and show him marks of + friendship. + </p> + <p> + “You must excuse Marianne,” said the canon, as the woman entered. “I + suppose she went first to my rooms. They are very damp, and I coughed all + night. You are most healthily situated here,” he added, looking up at the + cornice. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I am lodged like a canon,” replied Birotteau. + </p> + <p> + “And I like a vicar,” said the other, humbly. + </p> + <p> + “But you will soon be settled in the archbishop’s palace,” said the kindly + vicar, who wanted everybody to be happy. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, or in the cemetery, but God’s will be done!” and Troubert raised his + eyes to heaven resignedly. “I came,” he said, “to ask you to lend me the + ‘Register of Bishops.’ You are the only man in Tours I know who has a + copy.” + </p> + <p> + “Take it out of my library,” replied Birotteau, reminded by the canon’s + words of the greatest happiness of his life. + </p> + <p> + The canon passed into the library and stayed there while the vicar + dressed. Presently the breakfast bell rang, and the gouty vicar reflected + that if it had not been for Troubert’s visit he would have had no fire to + dress by. “He’s a kind man,” thought he. + </p> + <p> + The two priests went downstairs together, each armed with a huge folio + which they laid on one of the side tables in the dining-room. + </p> + <p> + “What’s all that?” asked Mademoiselle Gamard, in a sharp voice, addressing + Birotteau. “I hope you are not going to litter up my dining-room with your + old books!” + </p> + <p> + “They are books I wanted,” replied the Abbe Troubert. “Monsieur Birotteau + has been kind enough to lend them to me.” + </p> + <p> + “I might have guessed it,” she said, with a contemptuous smile. “Monsieur + Birotteau doesn’t often read books of that size.” + </p> + <p> + “How are you, mademoiselle?” said the vicar, in a mellifluous voice. + </p> + <p> + “Not very well,” she replied, shortly. “You woke me up last night out of + my first sleep, and I was wakeful for the rest of the night.” Then, + sitting down, she added, “Gentlemen, the milk is getting cold.” + </p> + <p> + Stupefied at being so ill-naturedly received by his landlady, from whom he + half expected an apology, and yet alarmed, like all timid people at the + prospect of a discussion, especially if it relates to themselves, the poor + vicar took his seat in silence. Then, observing in Mademoiselle Gamard’s + face the visible signs of ill-humour, he was goaded into a struggle + between his reason, which told him that he ought not to submit to such + discourtesy from a landlady, and his natural character, which prompted him + to avoid a quarrel. + </p> + <p> + Torn by this inward misery, Birotteau fell to examining attentively the + broad green lines painted on the oilcloth which, from custom immemorial, + Mademoiselle Gamard left on the table at breakfast-time, without regard to + the ragged edges or the various scars displayed on its surface. The + priests sat opposite to each other in cane-seated arm-chairs on either + side of the square table, the head of which was taken by the landlady, who + seemed to dominate the whole from a high chair raised on casters, filled + with cushions, and standing very near to the dining-room stove. This room + and the salon were on the ground-floor beneath the salon and bedroom of + the Abbe Birotteau. + </p> + <p> + When the vicar had received his cup of coffee, duly sugared, from + Mademoiselle Gamard, he felt chilled to the bone at the grim silence in + which he was forced to proceed with the usually gay function of breakfast. + He dared not look at Troubert’s dried-up features, nor at the threatening + visage of the old maid; and he therefore turned, to keep himself in + countenance, to the plethoric pug which was lying on a cushion near the + stove,—a position that victim of obesity seldom quitted, having a + little plate of dainties always at his left side, and a bowl of fresh + water at his right. + </p> + <p> + “Well, my pretty,” said the vicar, “are you waiting for your coffee?” + </p> + <p> + The personage thus addressed, one of the most important in the household, + though the least troublesome inasmuch as he had ceased to bark and left + the talking to his mistress, turned his little eyes, sunk in rolls of fat, + upon Birotteau. Then he closed them peevishly. To explain the misery of + the poor vicar it should be said that being endowed by nature with an + empty and sonorous loquacity, like the resounding of a football, he was in + the habit of asserting, without any medical reason to back him, that + speech favored digestion. Mademoiselle Gamard, who believed in this + hygienic doctrine, had not as yet refrained, in spite of their coolness, + from talking at meals; though, for the last few mornings, the vicar had + been forced to strain his mind to find beguiling topics on which to loosen + her tongue. If the narrow limits of this history permitted us to report + even one of the conversations which often brought a bitter and sarcastic + smile to the lips of the Abbe Troubert, it would offer a finished picture + of the Boeotian life of the provinces. The singular revelations of the + Abbe Birotteau and Mademoiselle Gamard relating to their personal opinions + on politics, religion, and literature would delight observing minds. It + would be highly entertaining to transcribe the reasons on which they + mutually doubted the death of Napoleon in 1820, or the conjectures by + which they mutually believed that the Dauphin was living,—rescued + from the Temple in the hollow of a huge log of wood. Who could have helped + laughing to hear them assert and prove, by reasons evidently their own, + that the King of France alone imposed the taxes, that the Chambers were + convoked to destroy the clergy, that thirteen hundred thousand persons had + perished on the scaffold during the Revolution? They frequently discussed + the press, without either of them having the faintest idea of what that + modern engine really was. Monsieur Birotteau listened with acceptance to + Mademoiselle Gamard when she told him that a man who ate an egg every + morning would die in a year, and that facts proved it; that a roll of + light bread eaten without drinking for several days together would cure + sciatica; that all the workmen who assisted in pulling down the Abbey + Saint-Martin had died in six months; that a certain prefect, under orders + from Bonaparte, had done his best to damage the towers of Saint-Gatien,—with + a hundred other absurd tales. + </p> + <p> + But on this occasion poor Birotteau felt he was tongue-tied, and he + resigned himself to eat a meal without engaging in conversation. After a + while, however, the thought crossed his mind that silence was dangerous + for his digestion, and he boldly remarked, “This coffee is excellent.” + </p> + <p> + That act of courage was completely wasted. Then, after looking at the + scrap of sky visible above the garden between the two buttresses of + Saint-Gatien, the vicar again summoned nerve to say, “It will be finer + weather to-day than it was yesterday.” + </p> + <p> + At that remark Mademoiselle Gamard cast her most gracious look on the Abbe + Troubert, and immediately turned her eyes with terrible severity on + Birotteau, who fortunately by that time was looking on his plate. + </p> + <p> + No creature of the feminine gender was ever more capable of presenting to + the mind the elegaic nature of an old maid than Mademoiselle Sophie + Gamard. In order to describe a being whose character gives a momentous + interest to the petty events of the present drama and to the anterior + lives of the actors in it, it may be useful to give a summary of the ideas + which find expression in the being of an Old Maid,—remembering + always that the habits of life form the soul, and the soul forms the + physical presence. + </p> + <p> + Though all things in society as well as in the universe are said to have a + purpose, there do exist here below certain beings whose purpose and + utility seem inexplicable. Moral philosophy and political economy both + condemn the individual who consumes without producing; who fills a place + on the earth but does not shed upon it either good or evil,—for evil + is sometimes good the meaning of which is not at once made manifest. It is + seldom that old maids of their own motion enter the ranks of these + unproductive beings. Now, if the consciousness of work done gives to the + workers a sense of satisfaction which helps them to support life, the + certainty of being a useless burden must, one would think, produce a + contrary effect, and fill the minds of such fruitless beings with the same + contempt for themselves which they inspire in others. This harsh social + reprobation is one of the causes which contribute to fill the souls of old + maids with the distress that appears in their faces. Prejudice, in which + there is truth, does cast, throughout the world but especially in France, + a great stigma on the woman with whom no man has been willing to share the + blessings or endure the ills of life. Now, there comes to all unmarried + women a period when the world, be it right or wrong, condemns them on the + fact of this contempt, this rejection. If they are ugly, the goodness of + their characters ought to have compensated for their natural + imperfections; if, on the contrary, they are handsome, that fact argues + that their misfortune has some serious cause. It is impossible to say + which of the two classes is most deserving of rejection. If, on the other + hand, their celibacy is deliberate, if it proceeds from a desire for + independence, neither men nor mothers will forgive their disloyalty to + womanly devotion, evidenced in their refusal to feed those passions which + render their sex so affecting. To renounce the pangs of womanhood is to + abjure its poetry and cease to merit the consolations to which mothers + have inalienable rights. + </p> + <p> + Moreover, the generous sentiments, the exquisite qualities of a woman will + not develop unless by constant exercise. By remaining unmarried, a + creature of the female sex becomes void of meaning; selfish and cold, she + creates repulsion. This implacable judgment of the world is unfortunately + too just to leave old maids in ignorance of its causes. Such ideas shoot + up in their hearts as naturally as the effects of their saddened lives + appear upon their features. Consequently they wither, because the constant + expression of happiness which blooms on the faces of other women and gives + so soft a grace to their movements has never existed for them. They grow + sharp and peevish because all human beings who miss their vocation are + unhappy; they suffer, and suffering gives birth to the bitterness of + ill-will. In fact, before an old maid blames herself for her isolation she + blames others, and there is but one step between reproach and the desire + for revenge. + </p> + <p> + But more than this, the ill grace and want of charm noticeable in these + women are the necessary result of their lives. Never having felt a desire + to please, elegance and the refinements of good taste are foreign to them. + They see only themselves in themselves. This instinct brings them, + unconsciously, to choose the things that are most convenient to + themselves, at the sacrifice of those which might be more agreeable to + others. Without rendering account to their own minds of the difference + between themselves and other women, they end by feeling that difference + and suffering under it. Jealousy is an indelible sentiment in the female + breast. An old maid’s soul is jealous and yet void; for she knows but one + side—the miserable side—of the only passion men will allow + (because it flatters them) to women. Thus thwarted in all their hopes, + forced to deny themselves the natural development of their natures, old + maids endure an inward torment to which they never grow accustomed. It is + hard at any age, above all for a woman, to see a feeling of repulsion on + the faces of others, when her true destiny is to move all hearts about her + to emotions of grace and love. One result of this inward trouble is that + an old maid’s glance is always oblique, less from modesty than from fear + and shame. Such beings never forgive society for their false position + because they never forgive themselves for it. + </p> + <p> + Now it is impossible for a woman who is perpetually at war with herself + and living in contradiction to her true life, to leave others in peace or + refrain from envying their happiness. The whole range of these sad truths + could be read in the dulled gray eyes of Mademoiselle Gamard; the dark + circles that surrounded those eyes told of the inward conflicts of her + solitary life. All the wrinkles on her face were in straight lines. The + structure of her forehead and cheeks was rigid and prominent. She allowed, + with apparent indifference, certain scattered hairs, once brown, to grow + upon her chin. Her thin lips scarcely covered teeth that were too long, + though still quite white. Her complexion was dark, and her hair, + originally black, had turned gray from frightful headaches,—a + misfortune which obliged her to wear a false front. Not knowing how to put + it on so as to conceal the junction between the real and the false, there + were often little gaps between the border of her cap and the black string + with which this semi-wig (always badly curled) was fastened to her head. + Her gown, silk in summer, merino in winter, and always brown in color, was + invariably rather tight for her angular figure and thin arms. Her collar, + limp and bent, exposed too much the red skin of a neck which was ribbed + like an oak-leaf in winter seen in the light. Her origin explains to some + extent the defects of her conformation. She was the daughter of a + wood-merchant, a peasant, who had risen from the ranks. She might have + been plump at eighteen, but no trace remained of the fair complexion and + pretty color of which she was wont to boast. The tones of her flesh had + taken the pallid tints so often seen in “devotes.” Her aquiline nose was + the feature that chiefly proclaimed the despotism of her nature, and the + flat shape of her forehead the narrowness of her mind. Her movements had + an odd abruptness which precluded all grace; the mere motion with which + she twitched her handkerchief from her bag and blew her nose with a loud + noise would have shown her character and habits to a keen observer. Being + rather tall, she held herself very erect, and justified the remark of a + naturalist who once explained the peculiar gait of old maids by declaring + that their joints were consolidating. When she walked her movements were + not equally distributed over her whole person, as they are in other women, + producing those graceful undulations which are so attractive. She moved, + so to speak, in a single block, seeming to advance at each step like the + statue of the Commendatore. When she felt in good humour she was apt, like + other old maids, to tell of the chances she had had to marry, and of her + fortunate discovery in time of the want of means of her lovers,—proving, + unconsciously, that her worldly judgment was better than her heart. + </p> + <p> + This typical figure of the genus Old Maid was well framed by the grotesque + designs, representing Turkish landscapes, on a varnished paper which + decorated the walls of the dining-room. Mademoiselle Gamard usually sat in + this room, which boasted of two pier tables and a barometer. Before the + chair of each abbe was a little cushion covered with worsted work, the + colors of which were faded. The salon in which she received company was + worthy of its mistress. It will be visible to the eye at once when we + state that it went by the name of the “yellow salon.” The curtains were + yellow, the furniture and walls yellow; on the mantelpiece, surmounted by + a mirror in a gilt frame, the candlesticks and a clock all of crystal + struck the eye with sharp brilliancy. As to the private apartment of + Mademoiselle Gamard, no one had ever been permitted to look into it. + Conjecture alone suggested that it was full of odds and ends, worn-out + furniture, and bits of stuff and pieces dear to the hearts of all old + maids. + </p> + <p> + Such was the woman destined to exert a vast influence on the last years of + the Abbe Birotteau. + </p> + <p> + For want of exercising in nature’s own way the activity bestowed upon + women, and yet impelled to spend it in some way or other, Mademoiselle + Gamard had acquired the habit of using it in petty intrigues, provincial + cabals, and those self-seeking schemes which occupy, sooner or later, the + lives of all old maids. Birotteau, unhappily, had developed in Sophie + Gamard the only sentiments which it was possible for that poor creature to + feel,—those of hatred; a passion hitherto latent under the calmness + and monotony of provincial life, but which was now to become the more + intense because it was spent on petty things and in the midst of a narrow + sphere. Birotteau was one of those beings who are predestined to suffer + because, being unable to see things, they cannot avoid them; to them the + worst happens. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it will be a fine day,” replied the canon, after a pause, apparently + issuing from a revery and wishing to conform to the rules of politeness. + </p> + <p> + Birotteau, frightened at the length of time which had elapsed between the + question and the answer,—for he had, for the first time in his life, + taken his coffee without uttering a word,—now left the dining-room + where his heart was squeezed as if in a vise. Feeling that the coffee lay + heavy on his stomach, he went to walk in a sad mood among the narrow, + box-edged garden paths which outlined a star in the little garden. As he + turned after making the first round, he saw Mademoiselle Gamard and the + Abbe Troubert standing stock-still and silent on the threshold of the + door,—he with his arms folded and motionless like a statue on a + tomb; she leaning against the blind door. Both seemed to be gazing at him + and counting his steps. Nothing is so embarrassing to a creature naturally + timid as to feel itself the object of a close examination, and if that is + made by the eyes of hatred, the sort of suffering it causes is changed + into intolerable martyrdom. + </p> + <p> + Presently Birotteau fancied he was preventing Mademoiselle Gamard and the + abbe from walking in the narrow path. That idea, inspired equally by fear + and kindness, became so strong that he left the garden and went to the + church, thinking no longer of his canonry, so absorbed was he by the + disheartening tyranny of the old maid. Luckily for him he happened to find + much to do at Saint-Gatien,—several funerals, a marriage, and two + baptisms. Thus employed he forgot his griefs. When his stomach told him + that dinner was ready he drew out his watch and saw, not without alarm, + that it was some minutes after four. Being well aware of Mademoiselle + Gamard’s punctuality, he hurried back to the house. + </p> + <p> + He saw at once on passing the kitchen door that the first course had been + removed. When he reached the dining-room the old maid said, with a tone of + voice in which were mingled sour rebuke and joy at being able to blame + him:— + </p> + <p> + “It is half-past four, Monsieur Birotteau. You know we are not to wait for + you.” + </p> + <p> + The vicar looked at the clock in the dining-room, and saw at once, by the + way the gauze which protected it from dust had been moved, that his + landlady had opened the face of the dial and set the hands in advance of + the clock of the cathedral. He could make no remark. Had he uttered his + suspicion it would only have caused and apparently justified one of those + fierce and eloquent expositions to which Mademoiselle Gamard, like other + women of her class, knew very well how to give vent in particular cases. + The thousand and one annoyances which a servant will sometimes make her + master bear, or a woman her husband, were instinctively divined by + Mademoiselle Gamard and used upon Birotteau. The way in which she + delighted in plotting against the poor vicar’s domestic comfort bore all + the marks of what we must call a profoundly malignant genius. Yet she so + managed that she was never, so far as eye could see, in the wrong. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III + </h2> + <p> + Eight days after the date on which this history began, the new + arrangements of the household and the relations which grew up between the + Abbe Birotteau and Mademoiselle Gamard revealed to the former the + existence of a plot which had been hatching for the last six months. + </p> + <p> + As long as the old maid exercised her vengeance in an underhand way, and + the vicar was able to shut his eyes to it and refuse to believe in her + malevolent intentions, the moral effect upon him was slight. But since the + affair of the candlestick and the altered clock, Birotteau would doubt no + longer that he was under an eye of hatred turned fully upon him. From that + moment he fell into despair, seeing everywhere the skinny, clawlike + fingers of Mademoiselle Gamard ready to hook into his heart. The old maid, + happy in a sentiment as fruitful of emotions as that of vengeance, enjoyed + circling and swooping above the vicar as a bird of prey hovers and swoops + above a field-mouse before pouncing down upon it and devouring it. She had + long since laid a plan which the poor dumbfounded priest was quite + incapable of imagining, and which she now proceeded to unfold with that + genius for little things often shown by solitary persons, whose souls, + incapable of feeling the grandeur of true piety, fling themselves into the + details of outward devotion. + </p> + <p> + The petty nature of his troubles prevented Birotteau, always effusive and + liking to be pitied and consoled, from enjoying the soothing pleasure of + taking his friends into his confidence,—a last but cruel aggravation + of his misery. The little amount of tact which he derived from his + timidity made him fear to seem ridiculous in concerning himself with such + pettiness. And yet those petty things made up the sum of his existence,—that + cherished existence, full of busyness about nothings, and of nothingness + in its business; a colorless barren life in which strong feelings were + misfortunes, and the absence of emotion happiness. The poor priest’s + paradise was changed, in a moment, into hell. His sufferings became + intolerable. The terror he felt at the prospect of a discussion with + Mademoiselle Gamard increased day by day; the secret distress which + blighted his life began to injure his health. One morning, as he put on + his mottled blue stockings, he noticed a marked diminution in the + circumference of his calves. Horrified by so cruel and undeniable a + symptom, he resolved to make an effort and appeal to the Abbe Troubert, + requesting him to intervene, officially, between Mademoiselle Gamard and + himself. + </p> + <p> + When he found himself in presence of the imposing canon, who, in order to + receive his visitor in a bare and cheerless room, had hastily quitted a + study full of papers, where he worked incessantly, and where no one was + ever admitted, the vicar felt half ashamed at speaking of Mademoiselle + Gamard’s provocations to a man who appeared to be so gravely occupied. But + after going through the agony of the mental deliberations which all + humble, undecided, and feeble persons endure about things of even no + importance, he decided, not without much swelling and beating of the + heart, to explain his position to the Abbe Troubert. + </p> + <p> + The canon listened in a cold, grave manner, trying, but in vain, to + repress an occasional smile which to more intelligent eyes than those of + the vicar might have betrayed the emotions of a secret satisfaction. A + flame seemed to dart from his eyelids when Birotteau pictured with the + eloquence of genuine feeling the constant bitterness he was made to + swallow; but Troubert laid his hand above those lids with a gesture very + common to thinkers, maintaining the dignified demeanor which was usual + with him. When the vicar had ceased to speak he would indeed have been + puzzled had he sought on Troubert’s face, marbled with yellow blotches + even more yellow than his usually bilious skin, for any trace of the + feelings he must have excited in that mysterious priest. + </p> + <p> + After a moment’s silence the canon made one of those answers which + required long study before their meaning could be thoroughly perceived, + though later they proved to reflecting persons the astonishing depths of + his spirit and the power of his mind. He simply crushed Birotteau by + telling him that “these things amazed him all the more because he should + never have suspected their existence were it not for his brother’s + confession. He attributed such stupidity on his part to the gravity of his + occupations, his labors, the absorption in which his mind was held by + certain elevated thoughts which prevented his taking due notice of the + petty details of life.” He made the vicar observe, but without appearing + to censure the conduct of a man whose age and connections deserved all + respect, that “in former days, recluses thought little about their food + and lodging in the solitude of their retreats, where they were lost in + holy contemplations,” and that “in our days, priests could make a retreat + for themselves in the solitude of their own hearts.” Then, reverting to + Birotteau’s affairs, he added that “such disagreements were a novelty to + him. For twelve years nothing of the kind had occurred between + Mademoiselle Gamard and the venerable Abbe Chapeloud. As for himself, he + might, no doubt, be an arbitrator between the vicar and their landlady, + because his friendship for that person had never gone beyond the limits + imposed by the Church on her faithful servants; but if so, justice + demanded that he should hear both sides. He certainly saw no change in + Mademoiselle Gamard, who seemed to him the same as ever; he had always + submitted to a few of her caprices, knowing that the excellent woman was + kindness and gentleness itself; the slight fluctuations of her temper + should be attributed, he thought, to sufferings caused by a pulmonary + affection, of which she said little, resigning herself to bear them in a + truly Christian spirit.” He ended by assuring the vicar that “if he stayed + a few years longer in Mademoiselle Gamard’s house he would learn to + understand her better and acknowledge the real value of her excellent + nature.” + </p> + <p> + Birotteau left the room confounded. In the direful necessity of consulting + no one, he now judged Mademoiselle Gamard as he would himself, and the + poor man fancied that if he left her house for a few days he might + extinguish, for want of fuel, the dislike the old maid felt for him. He + accordingly resolved to spend, as he formerly did, a week or so at a + country-house where Madame de Listomere passed her autumns, a season when + the sky is usually pure and tender in Touraine. Poor man! in so doing he + did the thing that was most desired by his terrible enemy, whose plans + could only have been brought to nought by the resistant patience of a + monk. But the vicar, unable to divine them, not understanding even his own + affairs, was doomed to fall, like a lamb, at the butcher’s first blow. + </p> + <p> + Madame de Listomere’s country-place, situated on the embankment which lies + between Tours and the heights of Saint-Georges, with a southern exposure + and surrounded by rocks, combined the charms of the country with the + pleasures of the town. It took but ten minutes from the bridge of Tours to + reach the house, which was called the “Alouette,”—a great advantage + in a region where no one will put himself out for anything whatsoever, not + even to seek a pleasure. + </p> + <p> + The Abbe Birotteau had been about ten days at the Alouette, when, one + morning while he was breakfasting, the porter came to say that Monsieur + Caron desired to speak with him. Monsieur Caron was Mademoiselle Gamard’s + laywer, and had charge of her affairs. Birotteau, not remembering this, + and unable to think of any matter of litigation between himself and + others, left the table to see the lawyer in a stage of great agitation. He + found him modestly seated on the balustrade of a terrace. + </p> + <p> + “Your intention of ceasing to reside in Mademoiselle Gamard’s house being + made evident—” began the man of business. + </p> + <p> + “Eh! monsieur,” cried the Abbe Birotteau, interrupting him, “I have not + the slightest intention of leaving it.” + </p> + <p> + “Nevertheless, monsieur,” replied the lawyer, “you must have had some + agreement in the matter with Mademoiselle, for she has sent me to ask how + long you intend to remain in the country. The event of a long absence was + not foreseen in the agreement, and may lead to a contest. Now, + Mademoiselle Gamard understanding that your board—” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur,” said Birotteau, amazed, and again interrupting the lawyer, “I + did not suppose it necessary to employ, as it were, legal means to—” + </p> + <p> + “Mademoiselle Gamard, who is anxious to avoid all dispute,” said Monsieur + Caron, “has sent me to come to an understanding with you.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, if you will have the goodness to return to-morrow,” said the abbe, + “I shall then have taken advice in the matter.” + </p> + <p> + The quill-driver withdrew. The poor vicar, frightened at the persistence + with which Mademoiselle Gamard pursued him, returned to the dining-room + with his face so convulsed that everybody cried out when they saw him: + “What <i>is</i> the matter, Monsieur Birotteau?” + </p> + <p> + The abbe, in despair, sat down without a word, so crushed was he by the + vague presence of approaching disaster. But after breakfast, when his + friends gathered round him before a comfortable fire, Birotteau naively + related the history of his troubles. His hearers, who were beginning to + weary of the monotony of a country-house, were keenly interested in a plot + so thoroughly in keeping with the life of the provinces. They all took + sides with the abbe against the old maid. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t you see, my dear friend,” said Madame de Listomere, “that the Abbe + Troubert wants your apartment?” + </p> + <p> + Here the historian ought to sketch this lady; but it occurs to him that + even those who are ignorant of Sterne’s system of “cognomology,” cannot + pronounce the three words “Madame de Listomere” without picturing her to + themselves as noble and dignified, softening the sternness of rigid + devotion by the gracious elegance and the courteous manners of the old + monarchical regime; kind, but a little stiff; slightly nasal in voice; + allowing herself the perusal of “La Nouvelle Heloise”; and still wearing + her own hair. + </p> + <p> + “The Abbe Birotteau must not yield to that old vixen,” cried Monsieur de + Listomere, a lieutenant in the navy who was spending a furlough with his + aunt. “If the vicar has pluck and will follow my suggestions he will soon + recover his tranquillity.” + </p> + <p> + All present began to analyze the conduct of Mademoiselle Gamard with the + keen perceptions which characterize provincials, to whom no one can deny + the talent of knowing how to lay bare the most secret motives of human + actions. + </p> + <p> + “You don’t see the whole thing yet,” said an old landowner who knew the + region well. “There is something serious behind all this which I can’t yet + make out. The Abbe Troubert is too deep to be fathomed at once. Our dear + Birotteau is at the beginning of his troubles. Besides, would he be left + in peace and comfort even if he did give up his lodging to Troubert? I + doubt it. If Caron came here to tell you that you intended to leave + Mademoiselle Gamard,” he added, turning to the bewildered priest, “no + doubt Mademoiselle Gamard’s intention is to turn you out. Therefore you + will have to go, whether you like it or not. Her sort of people play a + sure game, they risk nothing.” + </p> + <p> + This old gentleman, Monsieur de Bourbonne, could sum up and estimate + provincial ideas as correctly as Voltaire summarized the spirit of his + times. He was thin and tall, and chose to exhibit in the matter of clothes + the quiet indifference of a landowner whose territorial value is quoted in + the department. His face, tanned by the Touraine sun, was less + intellectual than shrewd. Accustomed to weigh his words and measure his + actions, he concealed a profound vigilance behind a misleading appearance + of simplicity. A very slight observation of him sufficed to show that, + like a Norman peasant, he invariably held the upper hand in business + matters. He was an authority on wine-making, the leading science of + Touraine. He had managed to extend the meadow lands of his domain by + taking in a part of the alluvial soil of the Loire without getting into + difficulties with the State. This clever proceeding gave him the + reputation of a man of talent. If Monsieur de Bourbonne’s conversation + pleased you and you were to ask who he was of a Tourainean, “Ho! a sly old + fox!” would be the answer of those who were envious of him—and they + were many. In Touraine, as in many of the provinces, jealousy is the root + of language. + </p> + <p> + Monsieur de Bourbonne’s remark occasioned a momentary silence, during + which the persons who composed the little party seemed to be reflecting. + Meanwhile Mademoiselle Salomon de Villenoix was announced. She came from + Tours in the hope of being useful to the poor abbe, and the news she + brought completely changed the aspect of the affair. As she entered, every + one except Monsieur de Bourbonne was urging Birotteau to hold his own + against Troubert and Gamard, under the auspices of the aristocratic + society of the place, which would certainly stand by him. + </p> + <p> + “The vicar-general, to whom the appointments to office are entrusted, is + very ill,” said Mademoiselle Salomon, “and the archbishop has delegated + his powers to the Abbe Troubert provisionally. The canonry will, of + course, depend wholly upon him. Now last evening, at Mademoiselle de la + Blottiere’s the Abbe Poirel talked about the annoyances which the Abbe + Birotteau had inflicted on Mademoiselle Gamard, as though he were trying + to cast all the blame on our good abbe. ‘The Abbe Birotteau,’ he said, ‘is + a man to whom the Abbe Chapeloud was absolutely necessary, and since the + death of that venerable man, he has shown’—and then came + suggestions, calumnies! you understand?” + </p> + <p> + “Troubert will be made vicar-general,” said Monsieur de Bourbonne, + sententiously. + </p> + <p> + “Come!” cried Madame de Listomere, turning to Birotteau, “which do you + prefer, to be made a canon, or continue to live with Mademoiselle Gamard?” + </p> + <p> + “To be a canon!” cried the whole company. + </p> + <p> + “Well, then,” resumed Madame de Listomere, “you must let the Abbe Troubert + and Mademoiselle Gamard have things their own way. By sending Caron here + they mean to let you know indirectly that if you consent to leave the + house you shall be made canon,—one good turn deserves another.” + </p> + <p> + Every one present applauded Madame de Listomere’s sagacity, except her + nephew the Baron de Listomere, who remarked in a comic tone to Monsieur de + Bourbonne, “I would like to have seen a fight between the Gamard and the + Birotteau.” + </p> + <p> + But, unhappily for the vicar, forces were not equal between these persons + of the best society and the old maid supported by the Abbe Troubert. The + time soon came when the struggle developed openly, went on increasing, and + finally assumed immense proportions. By the advice of Madame de Listomere + and most of her friends, who were now eagerly enlisted in a matter which + threw such excitement into their vapid provincial lives, a servant was + sent to bring back Monsieur Caron. The lawyer returned with surprising + celerity, which alarmed no one but Monsieur de Bourbonne. + </p> + <p> + “Let us postpone all decision until we are better informed,” was the + advice of that Fabius in a dressing-gown, whose prudent reflections + revealed to him the meaning of these moves on the Tourainean chess-board. + He tried to enlighten Birotteau on the dangers of his position; but the + wisdom of the old “sly-boots” did not serve the passions of the moment, + and he obtained but little attention. + </p> + <p> + The conference between the lawyer and Birotteau was short. The vicar came + back quite terrified. + </p> + <p> + “He wants me to sign a paper stating my relinquishment of domicile.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s formidable language!” said the naval lieutenant. + </p> + <p> + “What does it mean?” asked Madame de Listomere. + </p> + <p> + “Merely that the abbe must declare in writing his intention of leaving + Mademoiselle Gamard’s house,” said Monsieur de Bourbonne, taking a pinch + of snuff. + </p> + <p> + “Is that all?” said Madame de Listomere. “Then sign it at once,” she + added, turning to Birotteau. “If you positively decide to leave her house, + there can be no harm in declaring that such is your will.” + </p> + <p> + Birotteau’s will! + </p> + <p> + “That is true,” said Monsieur de Bourbonne, closing his snuff-box with a + gesture the significance of which it is impossible to render, for it was a + language in itself. “But writing is always dangerous,” he added, putting + his snuff-box on the mantelpiece with an air and manner that alarmed the + vicar. + </p> + <p> + Birotteau was so bewildered by the upsetting of all his ideas, by the + rapidity of events which found him defenceless, by the ease with which his + friends were settling the most cherished matters of his solitary life, + that he remained silent and motionless as if moonstruck, thinking of + nothing, though listening and striving to understand the meaning of the + rapid sentences the assembled company addressed to him. He took the paper + Monsieur Caron had given him and read it, as if he were giving his mind to + the lawyer’s document, but the act was merely mechanical. He signed the + paper, by which he declared that he left Mademoiselle Gamard’s house of + his own wish and will, and that he had been fed and lodged while there + according to the terms originally agreed upon. When the vicar had signed + the document, Monsieur Caron took it and asked where his client was to + send the things left by the abbe in her house and belonging to him. + Birotteau replied that they could be sent to Madame de Listomere’s,—that + lady making him a sign that she would receive him, never doubting that he + would soon be a canon. Monsieur de Bourbonne asked to see the paper, the + deed of relinquishment, which the abbe had just signed. Monsieur Caron + gave it to him. + </p> + <p> + “How is this?” he said to the vicar after reading it. “It appears that + written documents already exist between you and Mademoiselle Gamard. Where + are they? and what do they stipulate?” + </p> + <p> + “The deed is in my library,” replied Birotteau. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know the tenor of it?” said Monsieur de Bourbonne to the lawyer. + </p> + <p> + “No, monsieur,” said Caron, stretching out his hand to regain the fatal + document. + </p> + <p> + “Ha!” thought the old man; “you know, my good friend, what that deed + contains, but you are not paid to tell us,” and he returned the paper to + the lawyer. + </p> + <p> + “Where can I put my things?” cried Birotteau; “my books, my beautiful + book-shelves, and pictures, my red furniture, and all my treasures?” + </p> + <p> + The helpless despair of the poor man thus torn up as it were by the roots + was so artless, it showed so plainly the purity of his ways and his + ignorance of the things of life, that Madame de Listomere and Mademoiselle + de Salomon talked to him and consoled him in the tone which mothers take + when they promise a plaything to their children. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t fret about such trifles,” they said. “We will find you some place + less cold and dismal than Mademoiselle Gamard’s gloomy house. If we can’t + find anything you like, one or other of us will take you to live with us. + Come, let’s play a game of backgammon. To-morrow you can go and see the + Abbe Troubert and ask him to push your claims to the canonry, and you’ll + see how cordially he will receive you.” + </p> + <p> + Feeble folk are as easily reassured as they are frightened. So the poor + abbe, dazzled at the prospect of living with Madame de Listomere, forgot + the destruction, now completed, of the happiness he had so long desired, + and so delightfully enjoyed. But at night before going to sleep, the + distress of a man to whom the fuss of moving and the breaking up of all + his habits was like the end of the world, came upon him, and he racked his + brains to imagine how he could ever find such a good place for his + book-case as the gallery in the old maid’s house. Fancying he saw his + books scattered about, his furniture defaced, his regular life turned + topsy-turvy, he asked himself for the thousandth time why the first year + spent in Mademoiselle Gamard’s house had been so sweet, the second so + cruel. His troubles were a pit in which his reason floundered. The canonry + seemed to him small compensation for so much misery, and he compared his + life to a stocking in which a single dropped stitch resulted in destroying + the whole fabric. Mademoiselle Salomon remained to him. But, alas, in + losing his old illusions the poor priest dared not trust in any later + friendship. + </p> + <p> + In the “citta dolente” of spinsterhood we often meet, especially in + France, with women whose lives are a sacrifice nobly and daily offered to + noble sentiments. Some remain proudly faithful to a heart which death tore + from them; martyrs of love, they learn the secrets of womanhood only + though their souls. Others obey some family pride (which in our days, and + to our shame, decreases steadily); these devote themselves to the welfare + of a brother, or to orphan nephews; they are mothers while remaining + virgins. Such old maids attain to the highest heroism of their sex by + consecrating all feminine feelings to the help of sorrow. They idealize + womanhood by renouncing the rewards of woman’s destiny, accepting its + pains. They live surrounded by the splendour of their devotion, and men + respectfully bow the head before their faded features. Mademoiselle de + Sombreuil was neither wife nor maid; she was and ever will be a living + poem. Mademoiselle Salomon de Villenoix belonged to the race of these + heroic beings. Her devotion was religiously sublime, inasmuch as it won + her no glory after being, for years, a daily agony. Beautiful and young, + she loved and was beloved; her lover lost his reason. For five years she + gave herself, with love’s devotion, to the mere mechanical well-being of + that unhappy man, whose madness she so penetrated that she never believed + him mad. She was simple in manner, frank in speech, and her pallid face + was not lacking in strength and character, though its features were + regular. She never spoke of the events of her life. But at times a sudden + quiver passed over her as she listened to the story of some sad or + dreadful incident, thus betraying the emotions that great sufferings had + developed within her. She had come to live at Tours after losing the + companion of her life; but she was not appreciated there at her true value + and was thought to be merely an amiable woman. She did much good, and + attached herself, by preference, to feeble beings. For that reason the + poor vicar had naturally inspired her with a deep interest. + </p> + <p> + Mademoiselle de Villenoix, who returned to Tours the next morning, took + Birotteau with her and set him down on the quay of the cathedral leaving + him to make his own way to the Cloister, where he was bent on going, to + save at least the canonry and to superintend the removal of his furniture. + He rang, not without violent palpitations of the heart, at the door of the + house whither, for fourteen years, he had come daily, and where he had + lived blissfully, and from which he was now exiled forever, after dreaming + that he should die there in peace like his friend Chapeloud. Marianne was + surprised at the vicar’s visit. He told her that he had come to see the + Abbe Troubert, and turned towards the ground-floor apartment where the + canon lived; but Marianne called to him:— + </p> + <p> + “Not there, monsieur le vicaire; the Abbe Troubert is in your old + apartment.” + </p> + <p> + These words gave the vicar a frightful shock. He was forced to comprehend + both Troubert’s character and the depths of the revenge so slowly brought + about when he found the canon settled in Chapeloud’s library, seated in + Chapeloud’s handsome armchair, sleeping, no doubt, in Chapeloud’s bed, and + disinheriting at last the friend of Chapeloud, the man who, for so many + years, had confined him to Mademoiselle Gamard’s house, by preventing his + advancement in the church, and closing the best salons in Tours against + him. By what magic wand had the present transformation taken place? Surely + these things belonged to Birotteau? And yet, observing the sardonic air + with which Troubert glanced at that bookcase, the poor abbe knew that the + future vicar-general felt certain of possessing the spoils of those he had + so bitterly hated,—Chapeloud as an enemy, and Birotteau, in and + through whom Chapeloud still thwarted him. Ideas rose in the heart of the + poor man at the sight, and plunged him into a sort of vision. He stood + motionless, as though fascinated by Troubert’s eyes which fixed themselves + upon him. + </p> + <p> + “I do not suppose, monsieur,” said Birotteau at last, “that you intend to + deprive me of the things that belong to me. Mademoiselle may have been + impatient to give you better lodgings, but she ought to have been + sufficiently just to give me time to pack my books and remove my + furniture.” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur,” said the Abbe Troubert, coldly, not permitting any sign of + emotion to appear on his face, “Mademoiselle Gamard told me yesterday of + your departure, the cause of which is still unknown to me. If she + installed me here at once, it was from necessity. The Abbe Poirel has + taken my apartment. I do not know if the furniture and things that are in + these rooms belong to you or to Mademoiselle; but if they are yours, you + know her scrupulous honesty; the sanctity of her life is the guarantee of + her rectitude. As for me, you are well aware of my simple modes of living. + I have slept for fifteen years in a bare room without complaining of the + dampness,—which, eventually will have caused my death. Nevertheless, + if you wish to return to this apartment I will cede it to you willingly.” + </p> + <p> + After hearing these terrible words, Birotteau forgot the canonry and ran + downstairs as quickly as a young man to find Mademoiselle Gamard. He met + her at the foot of the staircase, on the broad, tiled landing which united + the two wings of the house. + </p> + <p> + “Mademoiselle,” he said, bowing to her without paying any attention to the + bitter and derisive smile that was on her lips, nor to the extraordinary + flame in her eyes which made them lucent as a tiger’s, “I cannot + understand how it is that you have not waited until I removed my furniture + before—” + </p> + <p> + “What!” she said, interrupting him, “is it possible that your things have + not been left at Madame de Listomere’s?” + </p> + <p> + “But my furniture?” + </p> + <p> + “Haven’t you read your deed?” said the old maid, in a tone which would + have to be rendered in music before the shades of meaning that hatred is + able to put into the accent of every word could be fully shown. + </p> + <p> + Mademoiselle Gamard seemed to rise in stature, her eyes shone, her face + expanded, her whole person quivered with pleasure. The Abbe Troubert + opened a window to get a better light on the folio volume he was reading. + Birotteau stood as if a thunderbolt had stricken him. Mademoiselle Gamard + made his ears hum when she enunciated in a voice as clear as a cornet the + following sentence:— + </p> + <p> + “Was it not agreed that if you left my house your furniture should belong + to me, to indemnify me for the difference in the price of board paid by + you and that paid by the late venerable Abbe Chapeloud? Now, as the Abbe + Poirel has just been appointed canon—” + </p> + <p> + Hearing the last words Birotteau made a feeble bow as if to take leave of + the old maid, and left the house precipitately. He was afraid if he stayed + longer that he should break down utterly, and give too great a triumph to + his implacable enemies. Walking like a drunken man he at last reached + Madame de Listomere’s house, where he found in one of the lower rooms his + linen, his clothing, and all his papers packed in a trunk. When he eyes + fell on these few remnants of his possessions the unhappy priest sat down + and hid his face in his hands to conceal his tears from the sight of + others. The Abbe Poirel was canon! He, Birotteau, had neither home, nor + means, nor furniture! + </p> + <p> + Fortunately Mademoiselle Salomon happened to drive past the house, and the + porter, who saw and comprehended the despair of the poor abbe, made a sign + to the coachman. After exchanging a few words with Mademoiselle Salomon + the porter persuaded the vicar to let himself be placed, half dead as he + was, in the carriage of his faithful friend, to whom he was unable to + speak connectedly. Mademoiselle Salomon, alarmed at the momentary + derangement of a head that was always feeble, took him back at once to the + Alouette, believing that this beginning of mental alienation was an effect + produced by the sudden news of Abbe Poirel’s nomination. She knew nothing, + of course, of the fatal agreement made by the abbe with Mademoiselle + Gamard, for the excellent reason that he did not know of it himself; and + because it is in the nature of things that the comical is often mingled + with the pathetic, the singular replies of the poor abbe made her smile. + </p> + <p> + “Chapeloud was right,” he said; “he is a monster!” + </p> + <p> + “Who?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “Chapeloud. He has taken all.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean Poirel?” + </p> + <p> + “No, Troubert.” + </p> + <p> + At last they reached the Alouette, where the priest’s friends gave him + such tender care that towards evening he grew calmer and was able to give + them an account of what had happened during the morning. + </p> + <p> + The phlegmatic old fox asked to see the deed which, on thinking the matter + over, seemed to him to contain the solution of the enigma. Birotteau drew + the fatal stamped paper from his pocket and gave it to Monsieur de + Bourbonne, who read it rapidly and soon came upon the following clause:— + </p> + <p> + “Whereas a difference exists of eight hundred francs yearly between the + price of board paid by the late Abbe Chapeloud and that at which the said + Sophie Gamard agrees to take into her house, on the above-named stipulated + condition, the said Francois Birotteau; and whereas it is understood that + the undersigned Francois Birotteau is not able for some years to pay the + full price charged to the other boarders of Mademoiselle Gamard, more + especially the Abbe Troubert; the said Birotteau does hereby engage, in + consideration of certain sums of money advanced by the undersigned Sophie + Gamard, to leave her, as indemnity, all the household property of which he + may die possessed, or to transfer the same to her should he, for any + reason whatever or at any time, voluntarily give up the apartment now + leased to him, and thus derive no further profit from the above-named + engagements made by Mademoiselle Gamard for his benefit—” + </p> + <p> + “Confound her! what an agreement!” cried the old gentleman. “The said + Sophie Gamard is armed with claws.” + </p> + <p> + Poor Birotteau never imagined in his childish brain that anything could + ever separate him from that house where he expected to live and die with + Mademoiselle Gamard. He had no remembrance whatever of that clause, the + terms of which he had not discussed, for they had seemed quite just to him + at a time when, in his great anxiety to enter the old maid’s house, he + would readily have signed any and all legal documents she had offered him. + His simplicity was so guileless and Mademoiselle Gamard’s conduct so + atrocious, the fate of the poor old man seemed so deplorable, and his + natural helplessness made him so touching, that in the first glow of her + indignation Madame de Listomere exclaimed: “I made you put your signature + to that document which has ruined you; I am bound to give you back the + happiness of which I have deprived you.” + </p> + <p> + “But,” remarked Monsieur de Bourbonne, “that deed constitutes a fraud; + there may be ground for a lawsuit.” + </p> + <p> + “Then Birotteau shall go to the law. If he loses at Tours he may win at + Orleans; if he loses at Orleans, he’ll win in Paris,” cried the Baron de + Listomere. + </p> + <p> + “But if he does go to law,” continued Monsieur de Bourbonne, coldly, “I + should advise him to resign his vicariat.” + </p> + <p> + “We will consult lawyers,” said Madame de Listomere, “and go to law if law + is best. But this affair is so disgraceful for Mademoiselle Gamard, and is + likely to be so injurious to the Abbe Troubert, that I think we can + compromise.” + </p> + <p> + After mature deliberation all present promised their assistance to the + Abbe Birotteau in the struggle which was now inevitable between the poor + priest and his antagonists and all their adherents. A true presentiment, + an infallible provincial instinct, led them to couple the names of Gamard + and Troubert. But none of the persons assembled on this occasion in Madame + de Listomere’s salon, except the old fox, had any real idea of the nature + and importance of such a struggle. Monsieur de Bourbonne took the poor + abbe aside into a corner of the room. + </p> + <p> + “Of the fourteen persons now present,” he said, in a low voice, “not one + will stand by you a fortnight hence. If the time comes when you need some + one to support you you may find that I am the only person in Tours bold + enough to take up your defence; for I know the provinces and men and + things, and, better still, I know self-interests. But these friends of + yours, though full of the best intentions, are leading you astray into a + bad path, from which you won’t be able to extricate yourself. Take my + advice; if you want to live in peace, resign the vicariat of Saint-Gatien + and leave Tours. Don’t say where you are going, but find some distant + parish where Troubert cannot get hold of you.” + </p> + <p> + “Leave Tours!” exclaimed the vicar, with indescribable terror. + </p> + <p> + To him it was a kind of death; the tearing up of all the roots by which he + held to life. Celibates substitute habits for feelings; and when to that + moral system, which makes them pass through life instead of really living + it, is added a feeble character, external things assume an extraordinary + power over them. Birotteau was like certain vegetables; transplant them, + and you stop their ripening. Just as a tree needs daily the same + sustenance, and must always send its roots into the same soil, so + Birotteau needed to trot about Saint-Gatien, and amble along the Mail + where he took his daily walk, and saunter through the streets, and visit + the three salons where, night after night, he played his whist or his + backgammon. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! I did not think of it!” replied Monsieur de Bourbonne, gazing at the + priest with a sort of pity. + </p> + <p> + All Tours was soon aware that Madame la Baronne de Listomere, widow of a + lieutenant-general, had invited the Abbe Birotteau, vicar of Saint-Gatien, + to stay at her house. That act, which many persons questioned, presented + the matter sharply and divided the town into parties, especially after + Mademoiselle Salomon spoke openly of a fraud and a lawsuit. With the + subtle vanity which is common to old maids, and the fanatic self-love + which characterizes them, Mademoiselle Gamard was deeply wounded by the + course taken by Madame de Listomere. The baroness was a woman of high + rank, elegant in her habits and ways, whose good taste, courteous manners, + and true piety could not be gainsaid. By receiving Birotteau as her guest + she gave a formal denial to all Mademoiselle Gamard’s assertions, and + indirectly censured her conduct by maintaining the vicar’s cause against + his former landlady. + </p> + <p> + It is necessary for the full understanding of this history to explain how + the natural discernment and spirit of analysis which old women bring to + bear on the actions of others gave power to Mademoiselle Gamard, and what + were the resources on her side. Accompanied by the taciturn Abbe Troubert + she made a round of evening visits to five or six houses, at each of which + she met a circle of a dozen or more persons, united by kindred tastes and + the same general situation in life. Among them were one or two men who + were influenced by the gossip and prejudices of their servants; five or + six old maids who spent their time in sifting the words and scrutinizing + the actions of their neighbours and others in the class below them; + besides these, there were several old women who busied themselves in + retailing scandal, keeping an exact account of each person’s fortune, + striving to control or influence the actions of others, prognosticating + marriages, and blaming the conduct of friends as sharply as that of + enemies. These persons, spread about the town like the capillary fibres of + a plant, sucked in, with the thirst of a leaf for the dew, the news and + the secrets of each household, and transmitted them mechanically to the + Abbe Troubert, as the leaves convey to the branch the moisture they + absorb. + </p> + <p> + Accordingly, during every evening of the week, these good devotees, + excited by that need of emotion which exists in all of us, rendered an + exact account of the current condition of the town with a sagacity worthy + of the Council of Ten, and were, in fact, a species of police, armed with + the unerring gift of spying bestowed by passions. When they had divined + the secret meaning of some event their vanity led them to appropriate to + themselves the wisdom of their sanhedrim, and set the tone to the gossip + of their respective spheres. This idle but ever busy fraternity, + invisible, yet seeing all things, dumb, but perpetually talking, possessed + an influence which its nonentity seemed to render harmless, though it was + in fact terrible in its effects when it concerned itself with serious + interests. For a long time nothing had entered the sphere of these + existences so serious and so momentous to each one of them as the struggle + of Birotteau, supported by Madame de Listomere, against Mademoiselle + Gamard and the Abbe Troubert. The three salons of Madame de Listomere and + the Demoiselles Merlin de la Blottiere and de Villenoix being considered + as enemies by all the salons which Mademoiselle Gamard frequented, there + was at the bottom of the quarrel a class sentiment with all its + jealousies. It was the old Roman struggle of people and senate in a + molehill, a tempest in a teacup, as Montesquieu remarked when speaking of + the Republic of San Marino, whose public offices are filled by the day + only,—despotic power being easily seized by any citizen. + </p> + <p> + But this tempest, petty as it seems, did develop in the souls of these + persons as many passions as would have been called forth by the highest + social interests. It is a mistake to think that none but souls concerned + in mighty projects, which stir their lives and set them foaming, find time + too fleeting. The hours of the Abbe Troubert fled by as eagerly, laden + with thoughts as anxious, harassed by despairs and hopes as deep as the + cruellest hours of the gambler, the lover, or the statesman. God alone is + in the secret of the energy we expend upon our occult triumphs over man, + over things, over ourselves. Though we know not always whither we are + going we know well what the journey costs us. If it be permissible for the + historian to turn aside for a moment from the drama he is narrating and + ask his readers to cast a glance upon the lives of these old maids and + abbes, and seek the cause of the evil which vitiates them at their source, + we may find it demonstrated that man must experience certain passions + before he can develop within him those virtues which give grandeur to life + by widening his sphere and checking the selfishness which is inherent in + every created being. + </p> + <p> + Madame de Listomere returned to town without being aware that for the + previous week her friends had felt obliged to refute a rumour (at which + she would have laughed had she known if it) that her affection for her + nephew had an almost criminal motive. She took Birotteau to her lawyer, + who did not regard the case as an easy one. The vicar’s friends, inspired + by the belief that justice was certain in so good a cause, or inclined to + procrastinate in a matter which did not concern them personally, had put + off bringing the suit until they returned to Tours. Consequently the + friends of Mademoiselle Gamard had taken the initiative, and told the + affair wherever they could to the injury of Birotteau. The lawyer, whose + practice was exclusively among the most devout church people, amazed + Madame de Listomere by advising her not to embark on such a suit; he ended + the consultation by saying that “he himself would not be able to undertake + it, for, according to the terms of the deed, Mademoiselle Gamard had the + law on her side, and in equity, that is to say outside of strict legal + justice, the Abbe Birotteau would undoubtedly seem to the judges as well + as to all respectable laymen to have derogated from the peaceable, + conciliatory, and mild character hitherto attributed to him; that + Mademoiselle Gamard, known to be a kindly woman and easy to live with, had + put Birotteau under obligations to her by lending him the money he needed + to pay the legacy duties on Chapeloud’s bequest without taking from him a + receipt; that Birotteau was not of an age or character to sign a deed + without knowing what it contained or understanding the importance of it; + that in leaving Mademoiselle Gamard’s house at the end of two years, when + his friend Chapeloud had lived there twelve and Troubert fifteen, he must + have had some purpose known to himself only; and that the lawsuit, if + undertaken, would strike the public as an act of ingratitude;” and so + forth. Letting Birotteau go before them to the staircase, the lawyer + detained Madame de Listomere a moment to entreat her, if she valued her + own peace of mind, not to involve herself in the matter. + </p> + <p> + But that evening the poor vicar, suffering the torments of a man under + sentence of death who awaits in the condemned cell at Bicetre the result + of his appeal for mercy, could not refrain from telling his assembled + friends the result of his visit to the lawyer. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know a single pettifogger in Tours,” said Monsieur de Bourbonne, + “except that Radical lawyer, who would be willing to take the case,—unless + for the purpose of losing it; I don’t advise you to undertake it.” + </p> + <p> + “Then it is infamous!” cried the navel lieutenant. “I myself will take the + abbe to the Radical—” + </p> + <p> + “Go at night,” said Monsieur de Bourbonne, interrupting him. + </p> + <p> + “Why?” + </p> + <p> + “I have just learned that the Abbe Troubert is appointed vicar-general in + place of the other man, who died yesterday.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t care a fig for the Abbe Troubert.” + </p> + <p> + Unfortunately the Baron de Listomere (a man thirty-six years of age) did + not see the sign Monsieur de Bourbonne made him to be cautious in what he + said, motioning as he did so to a friend of Troubert, a councillor of the + Prefecture, who was present. The lieutenant therefore continued:— + </p> + <p> + “If the Abbe Troubert is a scoundrel—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” said Monsieur de Bourbonne, cutting him short, “why bring Monsieur + Troubert into a matter which doesn’t concern him?” + </p> + <p> + “Not concern him?” cried the baron; “isn’t he enjoying the use of the Abbe + Birotteau’s household property? I remember that when I called on the Abbe + Chapeloud I noticed two valuable pictures. Say that they are worth ten + thousand francs; do you suppose that Monsieur Birotteau meant to give ten + thousand francs for living two years with that Gamard woman,—not to + speak of the library and furniture, which are worth as much more?” + </p> + <p> + The Abbe Birotteau opened his eyes at hearing he had once possessed so + enormous a fortune. + </p> + <p> + The baron, getting warmer than ever, went on to say: “By Jove! there’s + that Monsieur Salmon, formerly an expert at the Museum in Paris; he is + down here on a visit to his mother-in-law. I’ll go and see him this very + evening with the Abbe Birotteau and ask him to look at those pictures and + estimate their value. From there I’ll take the abbe to the lawyer.” + </p> + <p> + Two days after this conversation the suit was begun. This employment of + the Liberal laywer did harm to the vicar’s cause. Those who were opposed + to the government, and all who were known to dislike the priests, or + religion (two things quite distinct which many persons confound), got hold + of the affair and the whole town talked of it. The Museum expert estimated + the Virgin of Valentin and the Christ of Lebrun, two paintings of great + beauty, at eleven thousand francs. As to the bookshelves and the gothic + furniture, the taste for such things was increasing so rapidly in Paris + that their immediate value was at least twelve thousand. In short, the + appraisal of the whole property by the expert reached the sum of over + thirty-six thousand francs. Now it was very evident that Birotteau never + intended to give Mademoiselle Gamard such an enormous sum of money for the + small amount he might owe her under the terms of the deed; therefore he + had, legally speaking, equitable grounds on which to demand an amendment + of the agreement; if this were denied, Mademoiselle Gamard was plainly + guilty of intentional fraud. The Radical lawyer accordingly began the + affair by serving a writ on Mademoiselle Gamard. Though very harsh in + language, this document, strengthened by citations of precedents and + supported by certain clauses in the Code, was a masterpiece of legal + argument, and so evidently just in its condemnation of the old maid that + thirty or forty copies were made and maliciously distributed through the + town. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV + </h2> + <p> + A few days after this commencement of hostilities between Birotteau and + the old maid, the Baron de Listomere, who expected to be included as + captain of a corvette in a coming promotion lately announced by the + minister of the Navy, received a letter from one of his friends warning + him that there was some intention of putting him on the retired list. + Greatly astonished by this information he started for Paris immediately, + and went at once to the minister, who seemed to be amazed himself, and + even laughed at the baron’s fears. The next day, however, in spite of the + minister’s assurance, Monsieur de Listomere made inquiries in the + different offices. By an indiscretion (often practised by heads of + departments in favor of their friends) one of the secretaries showed him a + document confirming the fatal news, which was only waiting the signature + of the director, who was ill, to be submitted to the minister. + </p> + <p> + The Baron de Listomere went immediately to an uncle of his, a deputy, who + could see the minister of the Navy at the chamber without loss of time, + and begged him to find out the real intentions of his Excellency in a + matter which threatened the loss of his whole future. He waited in his + uncle’s carriage with the utmost anxiety for the end of the session. His + uncle came out before the Chamber rose, and said to him at once as they + drove away: “Why the devil have you meddled in a priest’s quarrel? The + minister began by telling me you had put yourself at the head of the + Radicals in Tours; that your political opinions were objectionable; you + were not following in the lines of the government,—with other + remarks as much involved as if he were addressing the Chamber. On that I + said to him, ‘Nonsense; let us come to the point.’ The end was that his + Excellency told me frankly you were in bad odor with the diocese. In + short, I made a few inquiries among my colleagues, and I find that you + have been talking slightingly of a certain Abbe Troubert, the + vicar-general, but a very important personage in the province, where he + represents the Jesuits. I have made myself responsible to the minister for + your future conduct. My good nephew, if you want to make your way be + careful not to excite ecclesiastical enmities. Go at once to Tours and try + to make your peace with that devil of a vicar-general; remember that such + priests are men with whom we absolutely <i>must</i> live in harmony. Good + heavens! when we are all striving and working to re-establish religion it + is actually stupid, in a lieutenant who wants to be made a captain, to + affront the priests. If you don’t make up matters with that Abbe Troubert + you needn’t count on me; I shall abandon you. The minister of + ecclesiastical affairs told me just now that Troubert was certain to be + made bishop before long; if he takes a dislike to our family he could + hinder me from being included in the next batch of peers. Don’t you + understand?” + </p> + <p> + These words explained to the naval officer the nature of Troubert’s secret + occupations, about which Birotteau often remarked in his silly way: “I + can’t think what he does with himself,—sitting up all night.” + </p> + <p> + The canon’s position in the midst of his female senate, converted so + adroitly into provincial detectives, and his personal capacity, had + induced the Congregation of Jesus to select him out of all the + ecclesiastics in the town, as the secret proconsul of Touraine. + Archbishop, general, prefect, all men, great and small, were under his + occult dominion. The Baron de Listomere decided at once on his course. + </p> + <p> + “I shall take care,” he said to his uncle, “not to get another round shot + below my water-line.” + </p> + <p> + Three days after this diplomatic conference between the uncle and nephew, + the latter, returning hurriedly in a post-chaise, informed his aunt, the + very night of his arrival, of the dangers the family were running if they + persisted in supporting that “fool of a Birotteau.” The baron had detained + Monsieur de Bourbonne as the old gentleman was taking his hat and cane + after the usual rubber of whist. The clear-sightedness of that sly old fox + seemed indispensable for an understanding of the reefs among which the + Listomere family suddenly found themselves; and perhaps the action of + taking his hat and cane was only a ruse to have it whispered in his ear: + “Stay after the others; we want to talk to you.” + </p> + <p> + The baron’s sudden return, his apparent satisfaction, which was quite out + of keeping with a harassed look that occasionally crossed his face, + informed Monsieur de Bourbonne vaguely that the lieutenant had met with + some check in his crusade against Gamard and Troubert. He showed no + surprise when the baron revealed the secret power of the Jesuit + vicar-general. + </p> + <p> + “I knew that,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Then why,” cried the baroness, “did you not warn us?” + </p> + <p> + “Madame,” he said, sharply, “forget that I was aware of the invisible + influence of that priest, and I will forget that you knew it equally well. + If we do not keep this secret now we shall be thought his accomplices, and + shall be more feared and hated than we are. Do as I do; pretend to be + duped; but look carefully where you set your feet. I did warn you + sufficiently, but you would not understand me, and I did not choose to + compromise myself.” + </p> + <p> + “What must we do now?” said the baron. + </p> + <p> + The abandonment of Birotteau was not even made a question; it was a first + condition tacitly accepted by the three deliberators. + </p> + <p> + “To beat a retreat with the honors of war has always been the triumph of + the ablest generals,” replied Monsieur de Bourbonne. “Bow to Troubert, and + if his hatred is less strong than his vanity you will make him your ally; + but if you bow too low he will walk over you rough-shod; make believe that + you intend to leave the service, and you’ll escape him, Monsieur le baron. + Send away Birotteau, madame, and you will set things right with + Mademoiselle Gamard. Ask the Abbe Troubert, when you meet him at the + archbishop’s, if he can play whist. He will say yes. Then invite him to + your salon, where he wants to be received; he’ll be sure to come. You are + a woman, and you can certainly win a priest to your interests. When the + baron is promoted, his uncle peer of France, and Troubert a bishop, you + can make Birotteau a canon if you choose. Meantime yield,—but yield + gracefully, all the while with a slight menace. Your family can give + Troubert quite as much support as he can give you. You’ll understand each + other perfectly on that score. As for you, sailor, carry your deep-sea + line about you.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor Birotteau?” said the baroness. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, get rid of him at once,” replied the old man, as he rose to take + leave. “If some clever Radical lays hold of that empty head of his, he may + cause you much trouble. After all, the court would certainly give a + verdict in his favour, and Troubert must fear that. He may forgive you for + beginning the struggle, but if they were defeated he would be implacable. + I have said my say.” + </p> + <p> + He snapped his snuff-box, put on his overshoes, and departed. + </p> + <p> + The next day after breakfast the baroness took the vicar aside and said to + him, not without visible embarrassment:— + </p> + <p> + “My dear Monsieur Birotteau, you will think what I am about to ask of you + very unjust and very inconsistent; but it is necessary, both for you and + for us, that your lawsuit with Mademoiselle Gamard be withdrawn by + resigning your claims, and also that you should leave my house.” + </p> + <p> + As he heard these words the poor abbe turned pale. + </p> + <p> + “I am,” she continued, “the innocent cause of your misfortunes, and, + moreover, if it had not been for my nephew you would never have begun this + lawsuit, which has now turned to your injury and to ours. But listen to + me.” + </p> + <p> + She told him succinctly the immense ramifications of the affair, and + explained the serious nature of its consequences. Her own meditations + during the night had told her something of the probable antecedents of + Troubert’s life; she was able, without misleading Birotteau, to show him + the net so ably woven round him by revenge, and to make him see the power + and great capacity of his enemy, whose hatred to Chapeloud, under whom he + had been forced to crouch for a dozen years, now found vent in seizing + Chapeloud’s property and in persecuting Chapeloud in the person of his + friend. The harmless Birotteau clasped his hands as if to pray, and wept + with distress at the sight of human horrors that his own pure soul was + incapable of suspecting. As frightened as though he had suddenly found + himself at the edge of a precipice, he listened, with fixed, moist eyes in + which there was no expression, to the revelations of his friend, who ended + by saying: “I know the wrong I do in abandoning your cause; but, my dear + abbe, family duties must be considered before those of friendship. Yield, + as I do, to this storm, and I will prove to you my gratitude. I am not + talking of your worldly interests, for those I take charge of. You shall + be made free of all such anxieties for the rest of your life. By means of + Monsieur de Bourbonne, who will know how to save appearances, I shall + arrange matters so that you shall lack nothing. My friend, grant me the + right to abandon you. I shall ever be your friend, though forced to + conform to the axioms of the world. You must decide.” + </p> + <p> + The poor, bewildered abbe cried aloud: “Chapeloud was right when he said + that if Troubert could drag him by the feet out of his grave he would do + it! He sleeps in Chapeloud’s bed!” + </p> + <p> + “There is no use in lamenting,” said Madame de Listomere, “and we have + little time now left to us. How will you decide?” + </p> + <p> + Birotteau was too good and kind not to obey in a great crisis the + unreflecting impulse of the moment. Besides, his life was already in the + agony of what to him was death. He said, with a despairing look at his + protectress which cut her to the heart, “I trust myself to you—I am + but the stubble of the streets.” + </p> + <p> + He used the Tourainean word “bourrier” which has no other meaning than a + “bit of straw.” But there are pretty little straws, yellow, polished, and + shining, the delight of children, whereas the bourrier is straw + discolored, muddy, sodden in the puddles, whirled by the tempest, crushed + under feet of men. + </p> + <p> + “But, madame, I cannot let the Abbe Troubert keep Chapeloud’s portrait. It + was painted for me, it belongs to me; obtain that for me, and I will give + up all the rest.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Madame de Listomere. “I will go myself to Mademoiselle + Gamard.” The words were said in a tone which plainly showed the immense + effort the Baronne de Listomere was making in lowering herself to flatter + the pride of the old maid. “I will see what can be done,” she said; “I + hardly dare hope anything. Go and consult Monsieur de Bourbonne; ask him + to put your renunciation into proper form, and bring me the paper. I will + see the archbishop, and with his help we may be able to stop the matter + here.” + </p> + <p> + Birotteau left the house dismayed. Troubert assumed in his eyes the + dimensions of an Egyptian pyramid. The hands of that man were in Paris, + his elbows in the Cloister of Saint-Gatien. + </p> + <p> + “He!” said the victim to himself, “<i>He</i> to prevent the Baron de + Listomere from becoming peer of France!—and, perhaps, ‘by the help + of the archbishop we may be able to stop the matter here’!” + </p> + <p> + In presence of such great interests Birotteau felt he was a mere worm; he + judged himself harshly. + </p> + <p> + The news of Birotteau’s removal from Madame de Listomere’s house seemed + all the more amazing because the reason of it was wholly impenetrable. + Madame de Listomere said that her nephew was intending to marry and leave + the navy, and she wanted the vicar’s apartment to enlarge her own. + Birotteau’s relinquishment was still unknown. The advice of Monsieur de + Bourbonne was followed. Whenever the two facts reached the ears of the + vicar-general his self-love was certain to be gratified by the assurance + they gave that even if the Listomere family did not capitulate they would + at least remain neutral and tacitly recognize the occult power of the + Congregation,—to recognize it was, in fact, to submit to it. But the + lawsuit was still sub-judice; his opponents yielded and threatened at the + same time. + </p> + <p> + The Listomeres had thus taken precisely the same attitude as the + vicar-general himself; they held themselves aloof, and yet were able to + direct others. But just at this crisis an event occurred which complicated + the plans laid by Monsieur de Bourbonne and the Listomeres to quiet the + Gamard and Troubert party, and made them more difficult to carry out. + </p> + <p> + Mademoiselle Gamard took cold one evening in coming out of the cathedral; + the next day she was confined to her bed, and soon after became + dangerously ill. The whole town rang with pity and false commiseration: + “Mademoiselle Gamard’s sensitive nature has not been able to bear the + scandal of this lawsuit. In spite of the justice of her cause she was + likely to die of grief. Birotteau has killed his benefactress.” Such were + the speeches poured through the capillary tubes of the great female + conclave, and taken up and repeated by the whole town of Tours. + </p> + <p> + Madame de Listomere went the day after Mademoiselle Gamard took cold to + pay the promised visit, and she had the mortification of that act without + obtaining any benefit from it, for the old maid was too ill to see her. + She then asked politely to speak to the vicar-general. + </p> + <p> + Gratified, no doubt, to receive in Chapeloud’s library, at the corner of + the fireplace above which hung the two contested pictures, the woman who + had hitherto ignored him, Troubert kept the baroness waiting a moment + before he consented to admit her. No courtier and no diplomatist ever put + into a discussion of their personal interests or into the management of + some great national negotiation more shrewdness, dissimulation, and + ability than the baroness and the priest displayed when they met face to + face for the struggle. + </p> + <p> + Like the seconds or sponsors who in the Middle Age armed the champion, and + strengthened his valor by useful counsel until he entered the lists, so + the sly old fox had said to the baroness at the last moment: “Don’t forget + your cue. You are a mediator, and not an interested party. Troubert also + is a mediator. Weigh your words; study the inflection of the man’s voice. + If he strokes his chin you have got him.” + </p> + <p> + Some sketchers are fond of caricaturing the contrast often observable + between “what is said” and “what is thought” by the speaker. To catch the + full meaning of the duel of words which now took place between the priest + and the lady, it is necessary to unveil the thoughts that each hid from + the other under spoken sentences of apparent insignificance. Madame de + Listomere began by expressing the regret she had felt at Birotteau’s + lawsuit; and then went on to speak of her desire to settle the matter to + the satisfaction of both parties. + </p> + <p> + “The harm is done, madame,” said the priest, in a grave voice. “The pious + and excellent Mademoiselle Gamard is dying.” (“I don’t care a fig for the + old thing,” thought he, “but I mean to put her death on your shoulders and + harass your conscience if you are such a fool as to listen to it.”) + </p> + <p> + “On hearing of her illness,” replied the baroness, “I entreated Monsieur + Birotteau to relinquish his claims; I have brought the document, intending + to give it to that excellent woman.” (“I see what you mean, you wily + scoundrel,” thought she, “but we are safe now from your calumnies. If you + take this document you’ll cut your own fingers by admitting you are an + accomplice.”) + </p> + <p> + There was silence for a moment. + </p> + <p> + “Mademoiselle Gamard’s temporal affairs do not concern me,” said the + priest at last, lowering the large lids over his eagle eyes to veil his + emotions. (“Ho! ho!” thought he, “you can’t compromise me. Thank God, + those damned lawyers won’t dare to plead any cause that could smirch me. + What do these Listomeres expect to get by crouching in this way?”) + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur,” replied the baroness, “Monsieur Birotteau’s affairs are no + more mine than those of Mademoiselle Gamard are yours; but, unfortunately, + religion is injured by such a quarrel, and I come to you as a mediator—just + as I myself am seeking to make peace.” (“We are not deceiving each other, + Monsieur Troubert,” thought she. “Don’t you feel the sarcasm of that + answer?”) + </p> + <p> + “Injury to religion, madame!” exclaimed the vicar-general. “Religion is + too lofty for the actions of men to injure.” (“My religion is I,” thought + he.) “God makes no mistake in His judgments, madame; I recognize no + tribunal but His.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, monsieur,” she replied, “let us endeavor to bring the judgments of + men into harmony with the judgments of God.” (“Yes, indeed, your religion + is you.”) + </p> + <p> + The Abbe Troubert suddenly changed his tone. + </p> + <p> + “Your nephew has been to Paris, I believe.” (“You found out about me + there,” thought he; “you know now that I can crush you, you who dared to + slight me, and you have come to capitulate.”) + </p> + <p> + “Yes, monsieur; thank you for the interest you take in him. He returns + to-night; the minister, who is very considerate of us, sent for him; he + does not want Monsieur de Listomere to leave the service.” (“Jesuit, you + can’t crush us,” thought she. “I understand your civility.”) + </p> + <p> + A moment’s silence. + </p> + <p> + “I did not think my nephew’s conduct in this affair quite the thing,” she + added; “but naval men must be excused; they know nothing of law.” (“Come, + we had better make peace,” thought she; “we sha’n’t gain anything by + battling in this way.”) + </p> + <p> + A slight smile wandered over the priests face and was lost in its + wrinkles. + </p> + <p> + “He has done us the service of getting a proper estimate on the value of + those paintings,” he said, looking up at the pictures. “They will be a + noble ornament to the chapel of the Virgin.” (“You shot a sarcasm at me,” + thought he, “and there’s another in return; we are quits, madame.”) + </p> + <p> + “If you intend to give them to Saint-Gatien, allow me to offer frames that + will be more suitable and worthy of the place, and of the works + themselves.” (“I wish I could force you to betray that you have taken + Birotteau’s things for your own,” thought she.) + </p> + <p> + “They do not belong to me,” said the priest, on his guard. + </p> + <p> + “Here is the deed of relinquishment,” said Madame de Listomere; “it ends + all discussion, and makes them over to Mademoiselle Gamard.” She laid the + document on the table. (“See the confidence I place in you,” thought she.) + “It is worthy of you, monsieur,” she added, “worthy of your noble + character, to reconcile two Christians,—though at present I am not + especially concerned for Monsieur Birotteau—” + </p> + <p> + “He is living in your house,” said Troubert, interrupting her. + </p> + <p> + “No, monsieur, he is no longer there.” (“That peerage and my nephew’s + promotion force me to do base things,” thought she.) + </p> + <p> + The priest remained impassible, but his calm exterior was an indication of + violent emotion. Monsieur Bourbonne alone had fathomed the secret of that + apparent tranquillity. The priest had triumphed! + </p> + <p> + “Why did you take upon yourself to bring that relinquishment,” he asked, + with a feeling analogous to that which impels a woman to fish for + compliments. + </p> + <p> + “I could not avoid a feeling of compassion. Birotteau, whose feeble nature + must be well known to you, entreated me to see Madaemoiselle Gamard and to + obtain as the price of his renunciation—” + </p> + <p> + The priest frowned. + </p> + <p> + “of rights upheld by distinguished lawyers, the portrait of—” + </p> + <p> + Troubert looked fixedly at Madame de Listomere. + </p> + <p> + “the portrait of Chapeloud,” she said, continuing: “I leave you to judge + of his claim.” (“You will be certain to lose your case if we go to law, + and you know it,” thought she.) + </p> + <p> + The tone of her voice as she said the words “distinguished lawyers” showed + the priest that she knew very well both the strength and weakness of the + enemy. She made her talent so plain to this connoisseur emeritus in the + course of a conversation which lasted a long time in the tone here given, + that Troubert finally went down to Mademoiselle Gamard to obtain her + answer to Birotteau’s request for the portrait. + </p> + <p> + He soon returned. + </p> + <p> + “Madame,” he said, “I bring you the words of a dying woman. ‘The Abbe + Chapeloud was so true a friend to me,’ she said, ‘that I cannot consent to + part with his picture.’ As for me,” added Troubert, “if it were mine I + would not yield it. My feelings to my late friend were so faithful that I + should feel my right to his portrait was above that of others.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, there’s no need to quarrel over a bad picture.” (“I care as little + about it as you do,” thought she.) “Keep it, and I will have a copy made + of it. I take some credit to myself for having averted this deplorable + lawsuit; and I have gained, personally, the pleasure of your acquaintance. + I hear you have a great talent for whist. You will forgive a woman for + curiosity,” she said, smiling. “If you will come and play at my house + sometimes you cannot doubt your welcome.” + </p> + <p> + Troubert stroked his chin. (“Caught! Bourbonne was right!” thought she; + “he has his quantum of vanity!”) + </p> + <p> + It was true. The vicar-general was feeling the delightful sensation which + Mirabeau was unable to subdue when in the days of his power he found gates + opening to his carriage which were barred to him in earlier days. + </p> + <p> + “Madame,” he replied, “my avocations prevent my going much into society; + but for you, what will not a man do?” (“The old maid is going to die; I’ll + get a footing at the Listomere’s, and serve them if they serve me,” + thought he. “It is better to have them for friends than enemies.”) + </p> + <p> + Madame de Listomere went home, hoping that the archbishop would complete + the work of peace so auspiciously begun. But Birotteau was fated to gain + nothing by his relinquishment. Mademoiselle Gamard died the next day. No + one felt surprised when her will was opened to find that she had left + everything to the Abbe Troubert. Her fortune was appraised at three + hundred thousand francs. The vicar-general sent to Madame de Listomere two + notes of invitation for the services and for the funeral procession of his + friend; one for herself and one for her nephew. + </p> + <p> + “We must go,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “It can’t be helped,” said Monsieur de Bourbonne. “It is a test to which + Troubert puts you. Baron, you must go to the cemetery,” he added, turning + to the lieutenant, who, unluckily for him, had not left Tours. + </p> + <p> + The services took place, and were performed with unusual ecclesiastical + magnificence. Only one person wept, and that was Birotteau, who, kneeling + in a side chapel and seen by none, believed himself guilty of the death + and prayed sincerely for the soul of the deceased, bitterly deploring that + he was not able to obtain her forgiveness before she died. + </p> + <p> + The Abbe Troubert followed the body of his friend to the grave; at the + verge of which he delivered a discourse in which, thanks to his eloquence, + the narrow life the old maid had lived was enlarged to monumental + proportions. Those present took particular note of the following words in + the peroration:— + </p> + <p> + “This life of days devoted to God and to His religion, a life adorned with + noble actions silently performed, and with modest and hidden virtues, was + crushed by a sorrow which we might call undeserved if we could forget, + here at the verge of this grave, that our afflictions are sent by God. The + numerous friends of this saintly woman, knowing the innocence and nobility + of her soul, foresaw that she would issue safely from her trials in spite + of the accusations which blasted her life. It may be that Providence has + called her to the bosom of God to withdraw her from those trials. Happy + they who can rest here below in the peace of their own hearts as Sophie + now is resting in her robe of innocence among the blest.” + </p> + <p> + “When he had ended his pompous discourse,” said Monsieur de Bourbonne, + after relating the incidents of the internment to Madame de Listomere when + whist was over, the doors shut, and they were alone with the baron, “this + Louis XI. in a cassock—imagine him if you can!—gave a last + flourish to the sprinkler and aspersed the coffin with holy water.” + Monsieur de Bourbonne picked up the tongs and imitated the priest’s + gesture so satirically that the baron and his aunt could not help + laughing. “Not until then,” continued the old gentleman, “did he + contradict himself. Up to that time his behavior had been perfect; but it + was no doubt impossible for him to put the old maid, whom he despised so + heartily and hated almost as much as he hated Chapeloud, out of sight + forever without allowing his joy to appear in that last gesture.” + </p> + <p> + The next day Mademoiselle Salomon came to breakfast with Madame de + Listomere, chiefly to say, with deep emotion: “Our poor Abbe Birotteau has + just received a frightful blow, which shows the most determined hatred. He + is appointed curate of Saint-Symphorien.” + </p> + <p> + Saint-Symphorien is a suburb of Tours lying beyond the bridge. That + bridge, one of the finest monuments of French architecture, is nineteen + hundred feet long, and the two open squares which surround each end are + precisely alike. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t you see the misery of it?” she said, after a pause, amazed at the + coldness with which Madame de Listomere received the news. “It is just as + if the abbe were a hundred miles from Tours, from his friends, from + everything! It is a frightful exile, and all the more cruel because he is + kept within sight of the town where he can hardly ever come. Since his + troubles he walks very feebly, yet he will have to walk three miles to see + his old friends. He has taken to his bed, just now, with fever. The + parsonage at Saint-Symphorien is very cold and damp, and the parish is too + poor to repair it. The poor old man will be buried in a living tomb. Oh, + it is an infamous plot!” + </p> + <p> + To end this history it will suffice to relate a few events in a simple + way, and to give one last picture of its chief personages. + </p> + <p> + Five months later the vicar-general was made Bishop of Troyes; and Madame + de Listomere was dead, leaving an annuity of fifteen hundred francs to the + Abbe Birotteau. The day on which the dispositions in her will were made + known Monseigneur Hyacinthe, Bishop of Troyes, was on the point of leaving + Tours to reside in his diocese, but he delayed his departure on receiving + the news. Furious at being foiled by a woman to whom he had lately given + his countenance while she had been secretly holding the hand of a man whom + he regarded as his enemy, Troubert again threatened the baron’s future + career, and put in jeopardy the peerage of his uncle. He made in the salon + of the archbishop, and before an assembled party, one of those priestly + speeches which are big with vengeance and soft with honied mildness. The + Baron de Listomere went the next day to see this implacable enemy, who + must have imposed sundry hard conditions on him, for the baron’s + subsequent conduct showed the most entire submission to the will of the + terrible Jesuit. + </p> + <p> + The new bishop made over Mademoiselle Gamard’s house by deed of gift to + the Chapter of the cathedral; he gave Chapeloud’s books and bookcases to + the seminary; he presented the two disputed pictures to the Chapel of the + Virgin; but he kept Chapeloud’s portrait. No one knew how to explain this + almost total renunciation of Mademoiselle Gamard’s bequest. Monsieur de + Bourbonne supposed that the bishop had secretly kept moneys that were + invested, so as to support his rank with dignity in Paris, where of course + he would take his seat on the Bishops’ bench in the Upper Chamber. It was + not until the night before Monseigneur Troubert’s departure from Tours + that the sly old fox unearthed the hidden reason of this strange action, + the deathblow given by the most persistent vengeance to the feeblest of + victims. Madame de Listomere’s legacy to Birotteau was contested by the + Baron de Listomere under a pretence of undue influence! + </p> + <p> + A few days after the case was brought the baron was promoted to the rank + of captain. As a measure of ecclesiastical discipline, the curate of + Saint-Symphorien was suspended. His superiors judged him guilty. The + murderer of Sophie Gamard was also a swindler. If Monseigneur Troubert had + kept Mademoiselle Gamard’s property he would have found it difficult to + make the ecclestiastical authorities censure Birotteau. + </p> + <p> + At the moment when Monseigneur Hyacinthe, Bishop of Troyes, drove along + the quay Saint-Symphorien in a post-chaise on his way to Paris poor + Birotteau had been placed in an armchair in the sun on a terrace above the + road. The unhappy priest, smitten by the archbishop, was pale and haggard. + Grief, stamped on every feature, distorted the face that was once so + mildly gay. Illness had dimmed his eyes, formerly brightened by the + pleasures of good living and devoid of serious ideas, with a veil which + simulated thought. It was but the skeleton of the old Birotteau who had + rolled only one year earlier so vacuous but so content along the Cloister. + The bishop cast one look of pity and contempt upon his victim; then he + consented to forget him, and went his way. + </p> + <p> + There is no doubt that Troubert would have been in other times a + Hildebrand or an Alexander the Sixth. In these days the Church is no + longer a political power, and does not absorb the whole strength of her + solitaries. Celibacy, however, presents the inherent vice of concentrating + the faculties of man upon a single passion, egotism, which renders + celibates either useless or mischievous. We live at a period when the + defect of governments is to make Man for Society rather than Society for + Man. There is a perpetual struggle going on between the Individual and the + Social system which insists on using him, while he is endeavoring to use + it to his own profit; whereas, in former days, man, really more free, was + also more loyal to the public weal. The round in which men struggle in + these days has been insensibly widened; the soul which can grasp it as a + whole will ever be a magnificent exception; for, as a general thing, in + morals as in physics, impulsion loses in intensity what it gains in + extension. Society can not be based on exceptions. Man in the first + instance was purely and simply, father; his heart beat warmly, + concentrated in the one ray of Family. Later, he lived for a clan, or a + small community; hence the great historical devotions of Greece and Rome. + After that he was a man of caste or of a religion, to maintain the + greatness of which he often proved himself sublime; but by that time the + field of his interests became enlarged by many intellectual regions. In + our day, his life is attached to that of a vast country; sooner or later + his family will be, it is predicted, the entire universe. + </p> + <p> + Will this moral cosmopolitanism, the hope of Christian Rome, prove to be + only a sublime error? It is so natural to believe in the realization of a + noble vision, in the Brotherhood of Man. But, alas! the human machine does + not have such divine proportions. Souls that are vast enough to grasp a + range of feelings bestowed on great men only will never belong to either + fathers of families or simple citizens. Some physiologists have thought + that as the brain enlarges the heart narrows; but they are mistaken. The + apparent egotism of men who bear a science, a nation, a code of laws in + their bosom is the noblest of passions; it is, as one may say, the + maternity of the masses; to give birth to new peoples, to produce new + ideas they must unite within their mighty brains the breasts of woman and + the force of God. The history of such men as Innocent the Third and Peter + the Great, and all great leaders of their age and nation will show, if + need be, in the highest spheres the same vast thought of which Troubert + was made the representative in the quiet depths of the Cloister of + Saint-Gatien. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ADDENDUM + </h2> + <h3> + The following personages appear in other stories of the Human Comedy. + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Birotteau, Abbe Francois + The Lily of the Valley + Cesar Birotteau + + Bourbonne, De + Madame Firmiani + + Listomere, Baronne de + Cesar Birotteau + The Muse of the Department + + Troubert, Abbe Hyacinthe + The Member for Arcis + + Villenoix, Pauline Salomon de + Louis Lambert + A Seaside Tragedy +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 1345 ***</div> +</body> +</html> |