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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Colonel Chabert, by Honore de Balzac
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+Title: Colonel Chabert
+
+Author: Honore de Balzac
+
+Translator: Ellen Marriage and Clara Bell
+
+Release Date: November, 1999  [Etext #1954]
+Posting Date: March 6, 2010
+Last Updated: November 22, 2016
+
+Language: English
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+Character set encoding: UTF-8
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK COLONEL CHABERT ***
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+Produced by John Bickers, and Dagny
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+COLONEL CHABERT
+
+
+By Honore De Balzac
+
+
+Translated by Ellen Marriage and Clara Bell
+
+
+
+
+                             DEDICATION
+
+       To Madame la Comtesse Ida de Bocarme nee du Chasteler.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+COLONEL CHABERT
+
+
+“HULLO! There is that old Box-coat again!”
+
+This exclamation was made by a lawyer’s clerk of the class called in
+French offices a gutter-jumper--a messenger in fact--who at this moment
+was eating a piece of dry bread with a hearty appetite. He pulled off
+a morsel of crumb to make into a bullet, and fired it gleefully through
+the open pane of the window against which he was leaning. The pellet,
+well aimed, rebounded almost as high as the window, after hitting the
+hat of a stranger who was crossing the courtyard of a house in the Rue
+Vivienne, where dwelt Maitre Derville, attorney-at-law.
+
+“Come, Simonnin, don’t play tricks on people, or I will turn you out of
+doors. However poor a client may be, he is still a man, hang it all!”
+ said the head clerk, pausing in the addition of a bill of costs.
+
+The lawyer’s messenger is commonly, as was Simonnin, a lad of thirteen
+or fourteen, who, in every office, is under the special jurisdiction of
+the managing clerk, whose errands and _billets-doux_ keep him employed
+on his way to carry writs to the bailiffs and petitions to the Courts.
+He is akin to the street boy in his habits, and to the pettifogger
+by fate. The boy is almost always ruthless, unbroken, unmanageable, a
+ribald rhymester, impudent, greedy, and idle. And yet, almost all these
+clerklings have an old mother lodging on some fifth floor with whom they
+share their pittance of thirty or forty francs a month.
+
+“If he is a man, why do you call him old Box-coat?” asked Simonnin, with
+the air of a schoolboy who has caught out his master.
+
+And he went on eating his bread and cheese, leaning his shoulder against
+the window jamb; for he rested standing like a cab-horse, one of his
+legs raised and propped against the other, on the toe of his shoe.
+
+“What trick can we play that cove?” said the third clerk, whose name was
+Godeschal, in a low voice, pausing in the middle of a discourse he
+was extemporizing in an appeal engrossed by the fourth clerk, of which
+copies were being made by two neophytes from the provinces.
+
+Then he went on improvising:
+
+“_But, in his noble and beneficent wisdom, his Majesty, Louis the
+Eighteenth_--(write it at full length, heh! Desroches the learned--you,
+as you engross it!)--_when he resumed the reins of Government,
+understood_--(what did that old nincompoop ever understand?)--_the high
+mission to which he had been called by Divine Providence!_--(a note of
+admiration and six stops. They are pious enough at the Courts to let us
+put six)--_and his first thought, as is proved by the date of the order
+hereinafter designated, was to repair the misfortunes caused by the
+terrible and sad disasters of the revolutionary times, by restoring to
+his numerous and faithful adherents_--[‘numerous’ is flattering, and
+ought to please the Bench)--_all their unsold estates, whether within
+our realm, or in conquered or acquired territory, or in the endowments
+of public institutions, for we are, and proclaim ourselves competent to
+declare, that this is the spirit and meaning of the famous, truly loyal
+order given in_--Stop,” said Godeschal to the three copying clerks,
+“that rascally sentence brings me to the end of my page.--Well,” he went
+on, wetting the back fold of the sheet with his tongue, so as to be able
+to fold back the page of thick stamped paper, “well, if you want to play
+him a trick, tell him that the master can only see his clients between
+two and three in the morning; we shall see if he comes, the old
+ruffian!”
+
+And Godeschal took up the sentence he was dictating--“_given in_--Are
+you ready?”
+
+“Yes,” cried the three writers.
+
+It all went all together, the appeal, the gossip, and the conspiracy.
+
+“_Given in_--Here, Daddy Boucard, what is the date of the order? We
+must dot our _i_‘s and cross our _t_‘s, by Jingo! it helps to fill the
+pages.”
+
+“By Jingo!” repeated one of the copying clerks before Boucard, the head
+clerk, could reply.
+
+“What! have you written _by Jingo_?” cried Godeschal, looking at one of
+the novices, with an expression at once stern and humorous.
+
+“Why, yes,” said Desroches, the fourth clerk, leaning across his
+neighbor’s copy, “he has written, ‘_We must dot our i’s_’ and spelt it
+_by Gingo_!”
+
+All the clerks shouted with laughter.
+
+“Why! Monsieur Hure, you take ‘By Jingo’ for a law term, and you say you
+come from Mortagne!” exclaimed Simonnin.
+
+“Scratch it cleanly out,” said the head clerk. “If the judge, whose
+business it is to tax the bill, were to see such things, he would say
+you were laughing at the whole boiling. You would hear of it from the
+chief! Come, no more of this nonsense, Monsieur Hure! A Norman ought not
+to write out an appeal without thought. It is the ‘Shoulder arms!’ of
+the law.”
+
+“_Given in--in_?” asked Godeschal.--“Tell me when, Boucard.”
+
+“June 1814,” replied the head clerk, without looking up from his work.
+
+A knock at the office door interrupted the circumlocutions of the prolix
+document. Five clerks with rows of hungry teeth, bright, mocking eyes,
+and curly heads, lifted their noses towards the door, after crying all
+together in a singing tone, “Come in!”
+
+Boucard kept his face buried in a pile of papers--_broutilles_ (odds and
+ends) in French law jargon--and went on drawing out the bill of costs on
+which he was busy.
+
+The office was a large room furnished with the traditional stool which
+is to be seen in all these dens of law-quibbling. The stove-pipe crossed
+the room diagonally to the chimney of a bricked-up fireplace; on the
+marble chimney-piece were several chunks of bread, triangles of Brie
+cheese, pork cutlets, glasses, bottles, and the head clerk’s cup of
+chocolate. The smell of these dainties blended so completely with that
+of the immoderately overheated stove and the odor peculiar to offices
+and old papers, that the trail of a fox would not have been perceptible.
+The floor was covered with mud and snow, brought in by the clerks. Near
+the window stood the desk with a revolving lid, where the head clerk
+worked, and against the back of it was the second clerk’s table. The
+second clerk was at this moment in Court. It was between eight and nine
+in the morning.
+
+The only decoration of the office consisted in huge yellow posters,
+announcing seizures of real estate, sales, settlements under trust,
+final or interim judgments,--all the glory of a lawyer’s office. Behind
+the head clerk was an enormous room, of which each division was crammed
+with bundles of papers with an infinite number of tickets hanging from
+them at the ends of red tape, which give a peculiar physiognomy to law
+papers. The lower rows were filled with cardboard boxes, yellow with
+use, on which might be read the names of the more important clients
+whose cases were juicily stewing at this present time. The dirty
+window-panes admitted but little daylight. Indeed, there are very few
+offices in Paris where it is possible to write without lamplight before
+ten in the morning in the month of February, for they are all left to
+very natural neglect; every one comes and no one stays; no one has any
+personal interest in a scene of mere routine--neither the attorney, nor
+the counsel, nor the clerks, trouble themselves about the appearance
+of a place which, to the youths, is a schoolroom; to the clients, a
+passage; to the chief, a laboratory. The greasy furniture is handed down
+to successive owners with such scrupulous care, that in some offices
+may still be seen boxes of _remainders_, machines for twisting
+parchment gut, and bags left by the prosecuting parties of the Chatelet
+(abbreviated to _Chlet_)--a Court which, under the old order of things,
+represented the present Court of First Instance (or County Court).
+
+So in this dark office, thick with dust, there was, as in all its
+fellows, something repulsive to the clients--something which made it
+one of the most hideous monstrosities of Paris. Nay, were it not for
+the mouldy sacristies where prayers are weighed out and paid for like
+groceries, and for the old-clothes shops, where flutter the rags that
+blight all the illusions of life by showing us the last end of all our
+festivities--an attorney’s office would be, of all social marts, the
+most loathsome. But we might say the same of the gambling-hell, of the
+Law Court, of the lottery office, of the brothel.
+
+But why? In these places, perhaps, the drama being played in a man’s
+soul makes him indifferent to accessories, which would also account for
+the single-mindedness of great thinkers and men of great ambitions.
+
+“Where is my penknife?”
+
+“I am eating my breakfast.”
+
+“You go and be hanged! here is a blot on the copy.”
+
+“Silence, gentlemen!”
+
+These various exclamations were uttered simultaneously at the moment
+when the old client shut the door with the sort of humility which
+disfigures the movements of a man down on his luck. The stranger tried
+to smile, but the muscles of his face relaxed as he vainly looked for
+some symptoms of amenity on the inexorably indifferent faces of the six
+clerks. Accustomed, no doubt, to gauge men, he very politely addressed
+the gutter-jumper, hoping to get a civil answer from this boy of all
+work.
+
+“Monsieur, is your master at home?”
+
+The pert messenger made no reply, but patted his ear with the fingers of
+his left hand, as much as to say, “I am deaf.”
+
+“What do you want, sir?” asked Godeschal, swallowing as he spoke a
+mouthful of bread big enough to charge a four-pounder, flourishing his
+knife and crossing his legs, throwing up one foot in the air to the
+level of his eyes.
+
+“This is the fifth time I have called,” replied the victim. “I wish to
+speak to M. Derville.”
+
+“On business?”
+
+“Yes, but I can explain it to no one but--”
+
+“M. Derville is in bed; if you wish to consult him on some difficulty,
+he does no serious work till midnight. But if you will lay the case
+before us, we could help you just as well as he can to----”
+
+The stranger was unmoved; he looked timidly about him, like a dog who
+has got into a strange kitchen and expects a kick. By grace of their
+profession, lawyers’ clerks have no fear of thieves; they did not
+suspect the owner of the box-coat, and left him to study the place,
+where he looked in vain for a chair to sit on, for he was evidently
+tired. Attorneys, on principle, do not have many chairs in their
+offices. The inferior client, being kept waiting on his feet, goes away
+grumbling, but then he does not waste time, which, as an old lawyer once
+said, is not allowed for when the bill is taxed.
+
+“Monsieur,” said the old man, “as I have already told you, I cannot
+explain my business to any one but M. Derville. I will wait till he is
+up.”
+
+Boucard had finished his bill. He smelt the fragrance of his chocolate,
+rose from his cane armchair, went to the chimney-piece, looked the old
+man from head to foot, stared at his coat, and made an indescribable
+grimace. He probably reflected that whichever way his client might be
+wrung, it would be impossible to squeeze out a centime, so he put in a
+few brief words to rid the office of a bad customer.
+
+“It is the truth, monsieur. The chief only works at night. If your
+business is important, I recommend you to return at one in the morning.”
+ The stranger looked at the head clerk with a bewildered expression, and
+remained motionless for a moment. The clerks, accustomed to every
+change of countenance, and the odd whimsicalities to which indecision or
+absence of mind gives rise in “parties,” went on eating, making as much
+noise with their jaws as horses over a manger, and paying no further
+heed to the old man.
+
+“I will come again to-night,” said the stranger at length, with the
+tenacious desire, peculiar to the unfortunate, to catch humanity at
+fault.
+
+The only irony allowed to poverty is to drive Justice and Benevolence to
+unjust denials. When a poor wretch has convicted Society of falsehood,
+he throws himself more eagerly on the mercy of God.
+
+“What do you think of that for a cracked pot?” said Simonnin, without
+waiting till the old man had shut the door.
+
+“He looks as if he had been buried and dug up again,” said a clerk.
+
+“He is some colonel who wants his arrears of pay,” said the head clerk.
+
+“No, he is a retired concierge,” said Godeschal.
+
+“I bet you he is a nobleman,” cried Boucard.
+
+“I bet you he has been a porter,” retorted Godeschal. “Only porters are
+gifted by nature with shabby box-coats, as worn and greasy and frayed
+as that old body’s. And did you see his trodden-down boots that let the
+water in, and his stock which serves for a shirt? He has slept in a dry
+arch.”
+
+“He may be of noble birth, and yet have pulled the doorlatch,” cried
+Desroches. “It has been known!”
+
+“No,” Boucard insisted, in the midst of laughter, “I maintain that he
+was a brewer in 1789, and a colonel in the time of the Republic.”
+
+“I bet theatre tickets round that he never was a soldier,” said
+Godeschal.
+
+“Done with you,” answered Boucard.
+
+“Monsieur! Monsieur!” shouted the little messenger, opening the window.
+
+“What are you at now, Simonnin?” asked Boucard.
+
+“I am calling him that you may ask him whether he is a colonel or a
+porter; he must know.”
+
+All the clerks laughed. As to the old man, he was already coming
+upstairs again.
+
+“What can we say to him?” cried Godeschal.
+
+“Leave it to me,” replied Boucard.
+
+The poor man came in nervously, his eyes cast down, perhaps not to
+betray how hungry he was by looking too greedily at the eatables.
+
+“Monsieur,” said Boucard, “will you have the kindness to leave your
+name, so that M. Derville may know----”
+
+“Chabert.”
+
+“The Colonel who was killed at Eylau?” asked Hure, who, having so far
+said nothing, was jealous of adding a jest to all the others.
+
+“The same, monsieur,” replied the good man, with antique simplicity. And
+he went away.
+
+“Whew!”
+
+“Done brown!”
+
+“Poof!”
+
+“Oh!”
+
+“Ah!”
+
+“Boum!”
+
+“The old rogue!”
+
+“Ting-a-ring-ting!”
+
+“Sold again!”
+
+“Monsieur Desroches, you are going to the play without paying,” said
+Hure to the fourth clerk, giving him a slap on the shoulder that might
+have killed a rhinoceros.
+
+There was a storm of cat-calls, cries, and exclamations, which all the
+onomatopeia of the language would fail to represent.
+
+“Which theatre shall we go to?”
+
+“To the opera,” cried the head clerk.
+
+“In the first place,” said Godeschal, “I never mentioned which theatre.
+I might, if I chose, take you to see Madame Saqui.”
+
+“Madame Saqui is not the play.”
+
+“What is a play?” replied Godeschal. “First, we must define the point
+of fact. What did I bet, gentlemen? A play. What is a play? A spectacle.
+What is a spectacle? Something to be seen--”
+
+“But on that principle you would pay your bet by taking us to see the
+water run under the Pont Neuf!” cried Simonnin, interrupting him.
+
+“To be seen for money,” Godeschal added.
+
+“But a great many things are to be seen for money that are not plays.
+The definition is defective,” said Desroches.
+
+“But do listen to me!”
+
+“You are talking nonsense, my dear boy,” said Boucard.
+
+“Is Curtius’ a play?” said Godeschal.
+
+“No,” said the head clerk, “it is a collection of figures--but it is a
+spectacle.”
+
+“I bet you a hundred francs to a sou,” Godeschal resumed, “that Curtius’
+Waxworks forms such a show as might be called a play or theatre. It
+contains a thing to be seen at various prices, according to the place
+you choose to occupy.”
+
+“And so on, and so forth!” said Simonnin.
+
+“You mind I don’t box your ears!” said Godeschal.
+
+The clerk shrugged their shoulders.
+
+“Besides, it is not proved that that old ape was not making game of us,”
+ he said, dropping his argument, which was drowned in the laughter of the
+other clerks. “On my honor, Colonel Chabert is really and truly dead.
+His wife is married again to Comte Ferraud, Councillor of State. Madame
+Ferraud is one of our clients.”
+
+“Come, the case is remanded till to-morrow,” said Boucard. “To work,
+gentlemen. The deuce is in it; we get nothing done here. Finish copying
+that appeal; it must be handed in before the sitting of the Fourth
+Chamber, judgment is to be given to-day. Come, on you go!”
+
+“If he really were Colonel Chabert, would not that impudent rascal
+Simonnin have felt the leather of his boot in the right place when he
+pretended to be deaf?” said Desroches, regarding this remark as more
+conclusive than Godeschal’s.
+
+“Since nothing is settled,” said Boucard, “let us all agree to go to the
+upper boxes of the Francais and see Talma in ‘Nero.’ Simonnin may go to
+the pit.”
+
+And thereupon the head clerk sat down at his table, and the others
+followed his example.
+
+“_Given in June eighteen hundred and fourteen_ (in words),” said
+Godeschal. “Ready?”
+
+“Yes,” replied the two copying-clerks and the engrosser, whose pens
+forthwith began to creak over the stamped paper, making as much noise
+in the office as a hundred cockchafers imprisoned by schoolboys in paper
+cages.
+
+“_And we hope that my lords on the Bench_,” the extemporizing clerk went
+on. “Stop! I must read my sentence through again. I do not understand it
+myself.”
+
+“Forty-six (that must often happen) and three forty-nines,” said
+Boucard.
+
+“_We hope_,” Godeschal began again, after reading all through the
+document, “_that my lords on the Bench will not be less magnanimous than
+the august author of the decree, and that they will do justice against
+the miserable claims of the acting committee of the chief Board of the
+Legion of Honor by interpreting the law in the wide sense we have here
+set forth_----”
+
+“Monsieur Godeschal, wouldn’t you like a glass of water?” said the
+little messenger.
+
+“That imp of a boy!” said Boucard. “Here, get on your double-soled
+shanks-mare, take this packet, and spin off to the Invalides.”
+
+“_Here set forth_,” Godeschal went on. “Add _in the interest of Madame
+la Vicomtesse_ (at full length) _de Grandlieu_.”
+
+“What!” cried the chief, “are you thinking of drawing up an appeal in
+the case of Vicomtesse de Grandlieu against the Legion of Honor--a case
+for the office to stand or fall by? You are something like an ass! Have
+the goodness to put aside your copies and your notes; you may keep all
+that for the case of Navarreins against the Hospitals. It is late.
+I will draw up a little petition myself, with a due allowance of
+‘inasmuch,’ and go to the Courts myself.”
+
+This scene is typical of the thousand delights which, when we look back
+on our youth, make us say, “Those were good times.”
+
+
+
+At about one in the morning Colonel Chabert, self-styled, knocked at the
+door of Maitre Derville, attorney to the Court of First Instance in the
+Department of the Seine. The porter told him that Monsieur Derville had
+not yet come in. The old man said he had an appointment, and was
+shown upstairs to the rooms occupied by the famous lawyer, who,
+notwithstanding his youth, was considered to have one of the longest
+heads in Paris.
+
+Having rung, the distrustful applicant was not a little astonished at
+finding the head clerk busily arranging in a convenient order on his
+master’s dining-room table the papers relating to the cases to be tried
+on the morrow. The clerk, not less astonished, bowed to the Colonel and
+begged him to take a seat, which the client did.
+
+“On my word, monsieur, I thought you were joking yesterday when you
+named such an hour for an interview,” said the old man, with the forced
+mirth of a ruined man, who does his best to smile.
+
+“The clerks were joking, but they were speaking the truth too,” replied
+the man, going on with his work. “M. Derville chooses this hour for
+studying his cases, taking stock of their possibilities, arranging
+how to conduct them, deciding on the line of defence. His prodigious
+intellect is freer at this hour--the only time when he can have the
+silence and quiet needed for the conception of good ideas. Since he
+entered the profession, you are the third person to come to him for
+a consultation at this midnight hour. After coming in the chief will
+discuss each case, read everything, spend four or five hours perhaps
+over the business, then he will ring for me and explain to me his
+intentions. In the morning from ten to two he hears what his clients
+have to say, then he spends the rest of his day in appointments. In the
+evening he goes into society to keep up his connections. So he has only
+the night for undermining his cases, ransacking the arsenal of the code,
+and laying his plan of battle. He is determined never to lose a case;
+he loves his art. He will not undertake every case, as his brethren do.
+That is his life, an exceptionally active one. And he makes a great deal
+of money.”
+
+As he listened to this explanation, the old man sat silent, and his
+strange face assumed an expression so bereft of intelligence, that the
+clerk, after looking at him, thought no more about him.
+
+A few minutes later Derville came in, in evening dress; his head clerk
+opened the door to him, and went back to finish arranging the papers.
+The young lawyer paused for a moment in amazement on seeing in the
+dim light the strange client who awaited him. Colonel Chabert was as
+absolutely immovable as one of the wax figures in Curtius’ collection to
+which Godeschal had proposed to treat his fellow-clerks. This quiescence
+would not have been a subject for astonishment if it had not completed
+the supernatural aspect of the man’s whole person. The old soldier was
+dry and lean. His forehead, intentionally hidden under a smoothly
+combed wig, gave him a look of mystery. His eyes seemed shrouded in a
+transparent film; you would have compared them to dingy mother-of-pearl
+with a blue iridescence changing in the gleam of the wax lights. His
+face, pale, livid, and as thin as a knife, if I may use such a vulgar
+expression, was as the face of the dead. Round his neck was a tight
+black silk stock.
+
+Below the dark line of this rag the body was so completely hidden in
+shadow that a man of imagination might have supposed the old head was
+due to some chance play of light and shade, or have taken it for a
+portrait by Rembrandt, without a frame. The brim of the hat which
+covered the old man’s brow cast a black line of shadow on the upper part
+of the face. This grotesque effect, though natural, threw into relief by
+contrast the white furrows, the cold wrinkles, the colorless tone of the
+corpse-like countenance. And the absence of all movement in the
+figure, of all fire in the eye, were in harmony with a certain look of
+melancholy madness, and the deteriorating symptoms characteristic of
+senility, giving the face an indescribably ill-starred look which no
+human words could render.
+
+But an observer, especially a lawyer, could also have read in this
+stricken man the signs of deep sorrow, the traces of grief which had
+worn into this face, as drops of water from the sky falling on fine
+marble at last destroy its beauty. A physician, an author, or a judge
+might have discerned a whole drama at the sight of its sublime horror,
+while the least charm was its resemblance to the grotesques which
+artists amuse themselves by sketching on a corner of the lithographic
+stone while chatting with a friend.
+
+On seeing the attorney, the stranger started, with the convulsive thrill
+that comes over a poet when a sudden noise rouses him from a fruitful
+reverie in silence and at night. The old man hastily removed his hat
+and rose to bow to the young man; the leather lining of his hat was
+doubtless very greasy; his wig stuck to it without his noticing it,
+and left his head bare, showing his skull horribly disfigured by a
+scar beginning at the nape of the neck and ending over the right eye, a
+prominent seam all across his head. The sudden removal of the dirty
+wig which the poor man wore to hide this gash gave the two lawyers no
+inclination to laugh, so horrible to behold was this riven skull.
+The first idea suggested by the sight of this old wound was, “His
+intelligence must have escaped through that cut.”
+
+“If this is not Colonel Chabert, he is some thorough-going trooper!”
+ thought Boucard.
+
+“Monsieur,” said Derville, “to whom have I the honor of speaking?”
+
+“To Colonel Chabert.”
+
+“Which?”
+
+“He who was killed at Eylau,” replied the old man.
+
+On hearing this strange speech, the lawyer and his clerk glanced at each
+other, as much as to say, “He is mad.”
+
+“Monsieur,” the Colonel went on, “I wish to confide to you the secret of
+my position.”
+
+A thing worthy of note is the natural intrepidity of lawyers. Whether
+from the habit of receiving a great many persons, or from the deep sense
+of the protection conferred on them by the law, or from confidence in
+their missions, they enter everywhere, fearing nothing, like priests and
+physicians. Derville signed to Boucard, who vanished.
+
+“During the day, sir,” said the attorney, “I am not so miserly of my
+time, but at night every minute is precious. So be brief and concise. Go
+to the facts without digression. I will ask for any explanations I may
+consider necessary. Speak.”
+
+Having bid his strange client to be seated, the young man sat down at
+the table; but while he gave his attention to the deceased Colonel, he
+turned over the bundles of papers.
+
+“You know, perhaps,” said the dead man, “that I commanded a cavalry
+regiment at Eylau. I was of important service to the success of Murat’s
+famous charge which decided the victory. Unhappily for me, my death is
+a historical fact, recorded in _Victoires et Conquetes_, where it is
+related in full detail. We cut through the three Russian lines, which at
+once closed up and formed again, so that we had to repeat the movement
+back again. At the moment when we were nearing the Emperor, after
+having scattered the Russians, I came against a squadron of the enemy’s
+cavalry. I rushed at the obstinate brutes. Two Russian officers, perfect
+giants, attacked me both at once. One of them gave me a cut across the
+head that crashed through everything, even a black silk cap I wore next
+my head, and cut deep into the skull. I fell from my horse. Murat came
+up to support me. He rode over my body, he and all his men, fifteen
+hundred of them--there might have been more! My death was announced
+to the Emperor, who as a precaution--for he was fond of me, was the
+master--wished to know if there were no hope of saving the man he had
+to thank for such a vigorous attack. He sent two surgeons to identify me
+and bring me into Hospital, saying, perhaps too carelessly, for he
+was very busy, ‘Go and see whether by any chance poor Chabert is still
+alive.’ These rascally saw-bones, who had just seen me lying under
+the hoofs of the horses of two regiments, no doubt did not trouble
+themselves to feel my pulse, and reported that I was quite dead. The
+certificate of death was probably made out in accordance with the rules
+of military jurisprudence.”
+
+As he heard his visitor express himself with complete lucidity, and
+relate a story so probable though so strange, the young lawyer ceased
+fingering the papers, rested his left elbow on the table, and with his
+head on his hand looked steadily at the Colonel.
+
+“Do you know, monsieur, that I am lawyer to the Countess Ferraud,” he
+said, interrupting the speaker, “Colonel Chabert’s widow?”
+
+“My wife--yes monsieur. Therefore, after a hundred fruitless attempts to
+interest lawyers, who have all thought me mad, I made up my mind to come
+to you. I will tell you of my misfortunes afterwards; for the present,
+allow me to prove the facts, explaining rather how things must have
+fallen out rather than how they did occur. Certain circumstances, known,
+I suppose to no one but the Almighty, compel me to speak of some things
+as hypothetical. The wounds I had received must presumably have produced
+tetanus, or have thrown me into a state analogous to that of a disease
+called, I believe, catalepsy. Otherwise how is it conceivable that I
+should have been stripped, as is the custom in time of the war, and
+thrown into the common grave by the men ordered to bury the dead?
+
+“Allow me here to refer to a detail of which I could know nothing till
+after the event, which, after all, I must speak of as my death. At
+Stuttgart, in 1814, I met an old quartermaster of my regiment. This dear
+fellow, the only man who chose to recognize me, and of whom I will tell
+you more later, explained the marvel of my preservation, by telling me
+that my horse was shot in the flank at the moment when I was wounded.
+Man and beast went down together, like a monk cut out of card-paper. As
+I fell, to the right or to the left, I was no doubt covered by the body
+of my horse, which protected me from being trampled to death or hit by a
+ball.
+
+“When I came to myself, monsieur, I was in a position and an atmosphere
+of which I could give you no idea if I talked till to-morrow. The little
+air there was to breathe was foul. I wanted to move, and found no room.
+I opened my eyes, and saw nothing. The most alarming circumstance
+was the lack of air, and this enlightened me as to my situation. I
+understood that no fresh air could penetrate to me, and that I must die.
+This thought took off the sense of intolerable pain which had aroused
+me. There was a violent singing in my ears. I heard--or I thought I
+heard, I will assert nothing--groans from the world of dead among whom I
+was lying. Some nights I still think I hear those stifled moans;
+though the remembrance of that time is very obscure, and my memory very
+indistinct, in spite of my impressions of far more acute suffering I was
+fated to go through, and which have confused my ideas.
+
+“But there was something more awful than cries; there was a silence such
+as I have never known elsewhere--literally, the silence of the grave.
+At last, by raising my hands and feeling the dead, I discerned a vacant
+space between my head and the human carrion above. I could thus measure
+the space, granted by a chance of which I knew not the cause. It would
+seem that, thanks to the carelessness and the haste with which we had
+been pitched into the trench, two dead bodies had leaned across and
+against each other, forming an angle like that made by two cards when a
+child is building a card castle. Feeling about me at once, for there
+was no time for play, I happily felt an arm lying detached, the arm of
+a Hercules! A stout bone, to which I owed my rescue. But for this
+unhoped-for help, I must have perished. But with a fury you may imagine,
+I began to work my way through the bodies which separated me from the
+layer of earth which had no doubt been thrown over us--I say us, as if
+there had been others living! I worked with a will, monsieur, for here I
+am! But to this day I do not know how I succeeded in getting through the
+pile of flesh which formed a barrier between me and life. You will say I
+had three arms. This crowbar, which I used cleverly enough, opened out
+a little air between the bodies I moved, and I economized my breath. At
+last I saw daylight, but through snow!
+
+“At that moment I perceived that my head was cut open. Happily my blood,
+or that of my comrades, or perhaps the torn skin of my horse, who knows,
+had in coagulating formed a sort of natural plaster. But, in spite
+of it, I fainted away when my head came into contact with the snow.
+However, the little warmth left in me melted the snow about me; and when
+I recovered consciousness, I found myself in the middle of a round hole,
+where I stood shouting as long as I could. But the sun was rising, so I
+had very little chance of being heard. Was there any one in the fields
+yet? I pulled myself up, using my feet as a spring, resting on one of
+the dead, whose ribs were firm. You may suppose that this was not the
+moment for saying, ‘Respect courage in misfortune!’ In short, monsieur,
+after enduring the anguish, if the word is strong enough for my frenzy,
+of seeing for a long time, yes, quite a long time, those cursed Germans
+flying from a voice they heard where they could see no one, I was dug
+out by a woman, who was brave or curious enough to come close to my
+head, which must have looked as though it had sprouted from the ground
+like a mushroom. This woman went to fetch her husband, and between them
+they got me to their poor hovel.
+
+“It would seem that I must have again fallen into a catalepsy--allow me
+to use the word to describe a state of which I have no idea, but which,
+from the account given by my hosts, I suppose to have been the effect
+of that malady. I remained for six months between life and death; not
+speaking, or, if I spoke, talking in delirium. At last, my hosts got me
+admitted to the hospital at Heilsberg.
+
+“You will understand, Monsieur, that I came out of the womb of the grave
+as naked as I came from my mother’s; so that six months afterwards, when
+I remembered, one fine morning, that I had been Colonel Chabert, and
+when, on recovering my wits, I tried to exact from my nurse rather more
+respect than she paid to any poor devil, all my companions in the ward
+began to laugh. Luckily for me, the surgeon, out of professional pride,
+had answered for my cure, and was naturally interested in his patient.
+When I told him coherently about my former life, this good man, named
+Sparchmann, signed a deposition, drawn up in the legal form of his
+country, giving an account of the miraculous way in which I had escaped
+from the trench dug for the dead, the day and hour when I had been found
+by my benefactress and her husband, the nature and exact spot of my
+injuries, adding to these documents a description of my person.
+
+“Well, monsieur, I have neither these important pieces of evidence,
+nor the declaration I made before a notary at Heilsberg, with a view
+to establishing my identity. From the day when I was turned out of that
+town by the events of the war, I have wandered about like a vagabond,
+begging my bread, treated as a madman when I have told my story, without
+ever having found or earned a sou to enable me to recover the deeds
+which would prove my statements, and restore me to society. My
+sufferings have often kept me for six months at a time in some little
+town, where every care was taken of the invalid Frenchman, but where he
+was laughed at to his face as soon as he said he was Colonel Chabert.
+For a long time that laughter, those doubts, used to put me into rages
+which did me harm, and which even led to my being locked up at Stuttgart
+as a madman. And indeed, as you may judge from my story, there was ample
+reason for shutting a man up.
+
+“At the end of two years’ detention, which I was compelled to submit to,
+after hearing my keepers say a thousand times, ‘Here is a poor man who
+thinks he is Colonel Chabert’ to people who would reply, ‘Poor fellow!’
+I became convinced of the impossibility of my own adventure. I grew
+melancholy, resigned, and quiet, and gave up calling myself Colonel
+Chabert, in order to get out of my prison, and see France once more. Oh,
+monsieur! To see Paris again was a delirium which I----”
+
+Without finishing his sentence, Colonel Chabert fell into a deep study,
+which Derville respected.
+
+“One fine day,” his visitor resumed, “one spring day, they gave me the
+key of the fields, as we say, and ten thalers, admitting that I talked
+quite sensibly on all subjects, and no longer called myself Colonel
+Chabert. On my honor, at that time, and even to this day, sometimes I
+hate my name. I wish I were not myself. The sense of my rights kills me.
+If my illness had but deprived me of all memory of my past life, I could
+be happy. I should have entered the service again under any name,
+no matter what, and should, perhaps, have been made Field-Marshal in
+Austria or Russia. Who knows?”
+
+“Monsieur,” said the attorney, “you have upset all my ideas. I feel as
+if I heard you in a dream. Pause for a moment, I beg of you.”
+
+“You are the only person,” said the Colonel, with a melancholy look,
+“who ever listened to me so patiently. No lawyer has been willing to
+lend me ten napoleons to enable me to procure from Germany the necessary
+documents to begin my lawsuit--”
+
+“What lawsuit?” said the attorney, who had forgotten his client’s
+painful position in listening to the narrative of his past sufferings.
+
+“Why, monsieur, is not the Comtesse Ferraud my wife? She has thirty
+thousand francs a year, which belong to me, and she will not give me a
+son. When I tell lawyers these things--men of sense; when I propose--I,
+a beggar--to bring action against a Count and Countess; when I--a
+dead man--bring up as against a certificate of death a certificate of
+marriage and registers of births, they show me out, either with the air
+of cold politeness, which you all know how to assume to rid yourself of
+a hapless wretch, or brutally, like men who think they have to deal with
+a swindler or a madman--it depends on their nature. I have been buried
+under the dead; but now I am buried under the living, under papers,
+under facts, under the whole of society, which wants to shove me
+underground again!”
+
+“Pray resume your narrative,” said Derville.
+
+“‘Pray resume it!’” cried the hapless old man, taking the young lawyer’s
+hand. “That is the first polite word I have heard since----”
+
+The Colonel wept. Gratitude choked his voice. The appealing and
+unutterable eloquence that lies in the eyes, in a gesture, even in
+silence, entirely convinced Derville, and touched him deeply.
+
+“Listen, monsieur,” said he; “I have this evening won three hundred
+francs at cards. I may very well lay out half that sum in making a man
+happy. I will begin the inquiries and researches necessary to obtain the
+documents of which you speak, and until they arrive I will give you five
+francs a day. If you are Colonel Chabert, you will pardon the smallness
+of the loan as it is coming from a young man who has his fortune to
+make. Proceed.”
+
+The Colonel, as he called himself, sat for a moment motionless and
+bewildered; the depth of his woes had no doubt destroyed his powers of
+belief. Though he was eager in pursuit of his military distinction, of
+his fortune, of himself, perhaps it was in obedience to the inexplicable
+feeling, the latent germ in every man’s heart, to which we owe the
+experiments of alchemists, the passion for glory, the discoveries of
+astronomy and of physics, everything which prompts man to expand his
+being by multiplying himself through deeds or ideas. In his mind the
+_Ego_ was now but a secondary object, just as the vanity of success or
+the pleasures of winning become dearer to the gambler than the object
+he has at stake. The young lawyer’s words were as a miracle to this man,
+for ten years repudiated by his wife, by justice, by the whole social
+creation. To find in a lawyer’s office the ten gold pieces which had
+so long been refused him by so many people, and in so many ways! The
+colonel was like the lady who, having been ill of a fever for fifteen
+years, fancied she had some fresh complaint when she was cured. There
+are joys in which we have ceased to believe; they fall on us, it is like
+a thunderbolt; they burn us. The poor man’s gratitude was too great to
+find utterance. To superficial observers he seemed cold, but Derville
+saw complete honesty under this amazement. A swindler would have found
+his voice.
+
+“Where was I?” said the Colonel, with the simplicity of a child or of
+a soldier, for there is often something of the child in a true soldier,
+and almost always something of the soldier in a child, especially in
+France.
+
+“At Stuttgart. You were out of prison,” said Derville.
+
+“You know my wife?” asked the Colonel.
+
+“Yes,” said Derville, with a bow.
+
+“What is she like?”
+
+“Still quite charming.”
+
+The old man held up his hand, and seemed to be swallowing down
+some secret anguish with the grave and solemn resignation that is
+characteristic of men who have stood the ordeal of blood and fire on the
+battlefield.
+
+“Monsieur,” said he, with a sort of cheerfulness--for he breathed again,
+the poor Colonel; he had again risen from the grave; he had just melted
+a covering of snow less easily thawed than that which had once before
+frozen his head; and he drew a deep breath, as if he had just escaped
+from a dungeon--“Monsieur, if I had been a handsome young fellow, none
+of my misfortunes would have befallen me. Women believe in men when they
+flavor their speeches with the word Love. They hurry then, they come,
+they go, they are everywhere at once; they intrigue, they assert facts,
+they play the very devil for a man who takes their fancy. But how could
+I interest a woman? I had a face like a Requiem. I was dressed like a
+_sans-culotte_. I was more like an Esquimaux than a Frenchman--I, who
+had formerly been considered one of the smartest of fops in 1799!--I,
+Chabert, Count of the Empire.
+
+“Well, on the very day when I was turned out into the streets like
+a dog, I met the quartermaster of whom I just now spoke. This old
+soldier’s name was Boutin. The poor devil and I made the queerest pair
+of broken-down hacks I ever set eyes on. I met him out walking; but
+though I recognized him, he could not possibly guess who I was. We went
+into a tavern together. In there, when I told him my name, Boutin’s
+mouth opened from ear to ear in a roar of laughter, like the bursting
+of a mortar. That mirth, monsieur, was one of the keenest pangs I have
+known. It told me without disguise how great were the changes in me! I
+was, then, unrecognizable even to the humblest and most grateful of my
+former friends!
+
+“I had once saved Boutin’s life, but it was only the repayment of a debt
+I owed him. I need not tell you how he did me this service; it was at
+Ravenna, in Italy. The house where Boutin prevented my being stabbed was
+not extremely respectable. At that time I was not a colonel, but, like
+Boutin himself, a common trooper. Happily there were certain details of
+this adventure which could be known only to us two, and when I recalled
+them to his mind his incredulity diminished. I then told him the story
+of my singular experiences. Although my eyes and my voice, he told
+me, were strangely altered, although I had neither hair, teeth, nor
+eyebrows, and was as colorless as an Albino, he at last recognized his
+Colonel in the beggar, after a thousand questions, which I answered
+triumphantly.
+
+“He related his adventures; they were not less extraordinary than my
+own; he had lately come back from the frontiers of China, which he
+had tried to cross after escaping from Siberia. He told me of the
+catastrophe of the Russian campaign, and of Napoleon’s first abdication.
+That news was one of the things which caused me most anguish!
+
+“We were two curious derelicts, having been rolled over the globe as
+pebbles are rolled by the ocean when storms bear them from shore to
+shore. Between us we had seen Egypt, Syria, Spain, Russia, Holland,
+Germany, Italy and Dalmatia, England, China, Tartary, Siberia; the only
+thing wanting was that neither of us had been to America or the Indies.
+Finally, Boutin, who still was more locomotive than I, undertook to go
+to Paris as quickly as might be to inform my wife of the predicament in
+which I was. I wrote a long letter full of details to Madame Chabert.
+That, monsieur, was the fourth! If I had had any relations, perhaps
+nothing of all this might have happened; but, to be frank with you, I
+am but a workhouse child, a soldier, whose sole fortune was his courage,
+whose sole family is mankind at large, whose country is France, whose
+only protector is the Almighty.--Nay, I am wrong! I had a father--the
+Emperor! Ah! if he were but here, the dear man! If he could see _his
+Chabert_, as he used to call me, in the state in which I am now, he
+would be in a rage! What is to be done? Our sun is set, and we are all
+out in the cold now. After all, political events might account for my
+wife’s silence!
+
+“Boutin set out. He was a lucky fellow! He had two bears, admirably
+trained, which brought him in a living. I could not go with him; the
+pain I suffered forbade my walking long stages. I wept, monsieur, when
+we parted, after I had gone as far as my state allowed in company with
+him and his bears. At Carlsruhe I had an attack of neuralgia in the
+head, and lay for six weeks on straw in an inn. I should never have
+ended if I were to tell you all the distresses of my life as a beggar.
+Moral suffering, before which physical suffering pales, nevertheless
+excites less pity, because it is not seen. I remember shedding tears, as
+I stood in front of a fine house in Strassburg where once I had given
+an entertainment, and where nothing was given me, not even a piece of
+bread. Having agreed with Boutin on the road I was to take, I went to
+every post-office to ask if there were a letter or some money for me.
+I arrived at Paris without having found either. What despair I had been
+forced to endure! ‘Boutin must be dead! I told myself, and in fact the
+poor fellow was killed at Waterloo. I heard of his death later, and by
+mere chance. His errand to my wife had, of course, been fruitless.
+
+“At last I entered Paris--with the Cossacks. To me this was grief on
+grief. On seeing the Russians in France, I quite forgot that I had no
+shoes on my feet nor money in my pocket. Yes, monsieur, my clothes were
+in tatters. The evening before I reached Paris I was obliged to bivouac
+in the woods of Claye. The chill of the night air no doubt brought on an
+attack of some nameless complaint which seized me as I was crossing
+the Faubourg Saint-Martin. I dropped almost senseless at the door of an
+ironmonger’s shop. When I recovered I was in a bed in the Hotel-Dieu.
+There I stayed very contentedly for about a month. I was then turned
+out; I had no money, but I was well, and my feet were on the good stones
+of Paris. With what delight and haste did I make my way to the Rue du
+Mont-Blanc, where my wife should be living in a house belonging to me!
+Bah! the Rue du Mont-Blanc was now the Rue de la Chausee d’Antin; I
+could not find my house; it had been sold and pulled down. Speculators
+had built several houses over my gardens. Not knowing that my wife had
+married M. Ferraud, I could obtain no information.
+
+“At last I went to the house of an old lawyer who had been in charge of
+my affairs. This worthy man was dead, after selling his connection to
+a younger man. This gentleman informed me, to my great surprise, of the
+administration of my estate, the settlement of the moneys, of my wife’s
+marriage, and the birth of her two children. When I told him that I was
+Colonel Chabert, he laughed so heartily that I left him without saying
+another word. My detention at Stuttgart had suggested possibilities of
+Charenton, and I determined to act with caution. Then, monsieur,
+knowing where my wife lived, I went to her house, my heart high with
+hope.--Well,” said the Colonel, with a gesture of concentrated fury,
+“when I called under an assumed name I was not admitted, and on the day
+when I used my own I was turned out of doors.
+
+“To see the Countess come home from a ball or the play in the early
+morning, I have sat whole nights through, crouching close to the wall of
+her gateway. My eyes pierced the depths of the carriage, which flashed
+past me with the swiftness of lightning, and I caught a glimpse of the
+woman who is my wife and no longer mine. Oh, from that day I have
+lived for vengeance!” cried the old man in a hollow voice, and suddenly
+standing up in front of Derville. “She knows that I am alive; since my
+return she has had two letters written with my own hand. She loves me
+no more!--I--I know not whether I love or hate her. I long for her and
+curse her by turns. To me she owes all her fortune, all her happiness;
+well, she has not sent me the very smallest pittance. Sometimes I do not
+know what will become of me!”
+
+With these words the veteran dropped on to his chair again and remained
+motionless. Derville sat in silence, studying his client.
+
+“It is a serious business,” he said at length, mechanically. “Even
+granting the genuineness of the documents to be procured from Heilsberg,
+it is not proved to me that we can at once win our case. It must go
+before three tribunals in succession. I must think such a matter over
+with a clear head; it is quite exceptional.”
+
+“Oh,” said the Colonel, coldly, with a haughty jerk of his head, “if I
+fail, I can die--but not alone.”
+
+The feeble old man had vanished. The eyes were those of a man of energy,
+lighted up with the spark of desire and revenge.
+
+“We must perhaps compromise,” said the lawyer.
+
+“Compromise!” echoed Colonel Chabert. “Am I dead, or am I alive?”
+
+“I hope, monsieur,” the attorney went on, “that you will follow my
+advice. Your cause is mine. You will soon perceive the interest I take
+in your situation, almost unexampled in judicial records. For the moment
+I will give you a letter to my notary, who will pay to your order fifty
+francs every ten days. It would be unbecoming for you to come here to
+receive alms. If you are Colonel Chabert, you ought to be at no man’s
+mercy. I shall record these advances as a loan; you have estates to
+recover; you are rich.”
+
+This delicate compassion brought tears to the old man’s eyes. Derville
+rose hastily, for it was perhaps not correct for a lawyer to show
+emotion; he went into the adjoining room, and came back with an unsealed
+letter, which he gave to the Colonel. When the poor man held it in his
+hand, he felt through the paper two gold pieces.
+
+“Will you be good enough to describe the documents, and tell me the name
+of the town, and in what kingdom?” said the lawyer.
+
+The Colonel dictated the information, and verified the spelling of the
+names of places; then he took his hat in one hand, looked at Derville,
+and held out the other--a horny hand, saying with much simplicity:
+
+“On my honor, sir, after the Emperor, you are the man to whom I shall
+owe most. You are a splendid fellow!”
+
+The attorney clapped his hand into the Colonel’s, saw him to the stairs,
+and held a light for him.
+
+“Boucard,” said Derville to his head clerk, “I have just listened to a
+tale that may cost me five and twenty louis. If I am robbed, I shall not
+regret the money, for I shall have seen the most consummate actor of the
+day.”
+
+When the Colonel was in the street and close to a lamp, he took the two
+twenty-franc pieces out of the letter and looked at them for a moment
+under the light. It was the first gold he had seen for nine years.
+
+“I may smoke cigars!” he said to himself.
+
+
+
+About three months after this interview, at night, in Derville’s room,
+the notary commissioned to advance the half-pay on Derville’s account to
+his eccentric client, came to consult the attorney on a serious matter,
+and began by begging him to refund the six hundred francs that the old
+soldier had received.
+
+“Are you amusing yourself with pensioning the old army?” said the
+notary, laughing--a young man named Crottat, who had just bought up
+the office in which he had been head clerk, his chief having fled in
+consequence of a disastrous bankruptcy.
+
+“I have to thank you, my dear sir, for reminding me of that affair,”
+ replied Derville. “My philanthropy will not carry me beyond twenty-five
+louis; I have, I fear, already been the dupe of my patriotism.”
+
+As Derville finished the sentence, he saw on his desk the papers his
+head clerk had laid out for him. His eye was struck by the appearance
+of the stamps--long, square, and triangular, in red and blue ink, which
+distinguished a letter that had come through the Prussian, Austrian,
+Bavarian, and French post-offices.
+
+“Ah ha!” said he with a laugh, “here is the last act of the comedy; now
+we shall see if I have been taken in!”
+
+He took up the letter and opened it; but he could not read it; it was
+written in German.
+
+“Boucard, go yourself and have this letter translated, and bring it back
+immediately,” said Derville, half opening his study door, and giving the
+letter to the head clerk.
+
+The notary at Berlin, to whom the lawyer had written, informed him that
+the documents he had been requested to forward would arrive within a
+few days of this note announcing them. They were, he said, all perfectly
+regular and duly witnessed, and legally stamped to serve as evidence
+in law. He also informed him that almost all the witnesses to the facts
+recorded under these affidavits were still to be found at Eylau, in
+Prussia, and that the woman to whom M. le Comte Chabert owed his life
+was still living in a suburb of Heilsberg.
+
+“This looks like business,” cried Derville, when Boucard had given
+him the substance of the letter. “But look here, my boy,” he went on,
+addressing the notary, “I shall want some information which ought to
+exist in your office. Was it not that old rascal Roguin--?”
+
+“We will say that unfortunate, that ill-used Roguin,” interrupted
+Alexandre Crottat with a laugh.
+
+“Well, was it not that ill-used man who has just carried off eight
+hundred thousand francs of his clients’ money, and reduced several
+families to despair, who effected the settlement of Chabert’s estate? I
+fancy I have seen that in the documents in our case of Ferraud.”
+
+“Yes,” said Crottat. “It was when I was third clerk; I copied the papers
+and studied them thoroughly. Rose Chapotel, wife and widow of Hyacinthe,
+called Chabert, Count of the Empire, grand officer of the Legion of
+Honor. They had married without settlement; thus, they held all the
+property in common. To the best of my recollections, the personalty was
+about six hundred thousand francs. Before his marriage, Colonel Chabert
+had made a will in favor of the hospitals of Paris, by which he left
+them one-quarter of the fortune he might possess at the time of his
+decease, the State to take the other quarter. The will was contested,
+there was a forced sale, and then a division, for the attorneys went at
+a pace. At the time of the settlement the monster who was then governing
+France handed over to the widow, by special decree, the portion
+bequeathed to the treasury.”
+
+“So that Comte Chabert’s personal fortune was no more than three hundred
+thousand francs?”
+
+“Consequently so it was, old fellow!” said Crottat. “You lawyers
+sometimes are very clear-headed, though you are accused of false
+practices in pleading for one side or the other.”
+
+Colonel Chabert, whose address was written at the bottom of the
+first receipt he had given the notary, was lodging in the Faubourg
+Saint-Marceau, Rue du Petit-Banquier, with an old quartermaster of the
+Imperial Guard, now a cowkeeper, named Vergniaud. Having reached the
+spot, Derville was obliged to go on foot in search of his client, for
+his coachman declined to drive along an unpaved street, where the ruts
+were rather too deep for cab wheels. Looking about him on all sides,
+the lawyer at last discovered at the end of the street nearest to the
+boulevard, between two walls built of bones and mud, two shabby stone
+gate-posts, much knocked about by carts, in spite of two wooden stumps
+that served as blocks. These posts supported a cross beam with a
+penthouse coping of tiles, and on the beam, in red letters, were the
+words, “Vergniaud, dairyman.” To the right of this inscription were some
+eggs, to the left a cow, all painted in white. The gate was open, and no
+doubt remained open all day. Beyond a good-sized yard there was a house
+facing the gate, if indeed the name of house may be applied to one of
+the hovels built in the neighborhood of Paris, which are like nothing
+else, not even the most wretched dwellings in the country, of which they
+have all the poverty without their poetry.
+
+Indeed, in the midst of the fields, even a hovel may have a certain
+grace derived from the pure air, the verdure, the open country--a hill,
+a serpentine road, vineyards, quickset hedges, moss-grown thatch and
+rural implements; but poverty in Paris gains dignity only by horror.
+Though recently built, this house seemed ready to fall into ruins. None
+of its materials had found a legitimate use; they had been collected
+from the various demolitions which are going on every day in Paris. On
+a shutter made of the boards of a shop-sign Derville read the words,
+“Fancy Goods.” The windows were all mismatched and grotesquely placed.
+The ground floor, which seemed to be the habitable part, was on one
+side raised above the soil, and on the other sunk in the rising ground.
+Between the gate and the house lay a puddle full of stable litter, into
+which flowed the rain-water and house waste. The back wall of this frail
+construction, which seemed rather more solidly built than the rest,
+supported a row of barred hutches, where rabbits bred their numerous
+families. To the right of the gate was the cowhouse, with a loft above
+for fodder; it communicated with the house through the dairy. To
+the left was a poultry yard, with a stable and pig-styes, the roofs
+finished, like that of the house, with rough deal boards nailed so as to
+overlap, and shabbily thatched with rushes.
+
+Like most of the places where the elements of the huge meal daily
+devoured by Paris are every day prepared, the yard Derville now entered
+showed traces of the hurry that comes of the necessity for being
+ready at a fixed hour. The large pot-bellied tin cans in which milk
+is carried, and the little pots for cream, were flung pell-mell at the
+dairy door, with their linen-covered stoppers. The rags that were used
+to clean them, fluttered in the sunshine, riddled with holes, hanging
+to strings fastened to poles. The placid horse, of a breed known only
+to milk-women, had gone a few steps from the cart, and was standing in
+front of the stable, the door being shut. A goat was munching the shoots
+of a starved and dusty vine that clung to the cracked yellow wall of the
+house. A cat, squatting on the cream jars, was licking them over. The
+fowls, scared by Derville’s approach, scuttered away screaming, and the
+watch-dog barked.
+
+“And the man who decided the victory at Eylau is to be found here!” said
+Derville to himself, as his eyes took in at a glance the general effect
+of the squalid scene.
+
+The house had been left in charge of three little boys. One, who had
+climbed to the top of the cart loaded with hay, was pitching stones into
+the chimney of a neighboring house, in the hope that they might fall
+into a saucepan; another was trying to get a pig into a cart, to hoist
+it by making the whole thing tilt. When Derville asked them if M.
+Chabert lived there, neither of them replied, but all three looked at
+him with a sort of bright stupidity, if I may combine those two words.
+Derville repeated his questions, but without success. Provoked by the
+saucy cunning of these three imps, he abused them with the sort of
+pleasantry which young men think they have the right to address to
+little boys, and they broke the silence with a horse-laugh. Then
+Derville was angry.
+
+The Colonel, hearing him, now came out of the little low room, close to
+the dairy, and stood on the threshold of his doorway with indescribable
+military coolness. He had in his mouth a very finely-colored pipe--a
+technical phrase to a smoker--a humble, short clay pipe of the kind
+called “_brule-queule_.” He lifted the peak of a dreadfully greasy
+cloth cap, saw Derville, and came straight across the midden to join his
+benefactor the sooner, calling out in friendly tones to the boys:
+
+“Silence in the ranks!”
+
+The children at once kept a respectful silence, which showed the power
+the old soldier had over them.
+
+“Why did you not write to me?” he said to Derville. “Go along by the
+cowhouse! There--the path is paved there,” he exclaimed, seeing the
+lawyer’s hesitancy, for he did not wish to wet his feet in the manure
+heap.
+
+Jumping from one dry spot to another, Derville reached the door by which
+the Colonel had come out. Chabert seemed but ill pleased at having to
+receive him in the bed-room he occupied; and, in fact, Derville found
+but one chair there. The Colonel’s bed consisted of some trusses of
+straw, over which his hostess had spread two or three of those old
+fragments of carpet, picked up heaven knows where, which milk-women
+use to cover the seats of their carts. The floor was simply the trodden
+earth. The walls, sweating salt-petre, green with mould, and full of
+cracks, were so excessively damp that on the side where the Colonel’s
+bed was a reed mat had been nailed. The famous box-coat hung on a nail.
+Two pairs of old boots lay in a corner. There was not a sign of linen.
+On the worm-eaten table the _Bulletins de la Grande Armee_, reprinted
+by Plancher, lay open, and seemed to be the Colonel’s reading; his
+countenance was calm and serene in the midst of this squalor. His visit
+to Derville seemed to have altered his features; the lawyer perceived in
+them traces of a happy feeling, a particular gleam set there by hope.
+
+“Does the smell of the pipe annoy you?” he said, placing the dilapidated
+straw-bottomed chair for his lawyer.
+
+“But, Colonel, you are dreadfully uncomfortable here!”
+
+The speech was wrung from Derville by the distrust natural to lawyers,
+and the deplorable experience which they derive early in life from the
+appalling and obscure tragedies at which they look on.
+
+“Here,” said he to himself, “is a man who has of course spent my money
+in satisfying a trooper’s three theological virtues--play, wine, and
+women!”
+
+“To be sure, monsieur, we are not distinguished for luxury here. It is
+a camp lodging, tempered by friendship, but----” And the soldier shot a
+deep glance at the man of law--“I have done no one wrong, I have never
+turned my back on anybody, and I sleep in peace.”
+
+Derville reflected that there would be some want of delicacy in asking
+his client to account for the sums of money he had advanced, so he
+merely said:
+
+“But why would you not come to Paris, where you might have lived as
+cheaply as you do here, but where you would have been better lodged?”
+
+“Why,” replied the Colonel, “the good folks with whom I am living had
+taken me in and fed me _gratis_ for a year. How could I leave them just
+when I had a little money? Besides, the father of those three pickles is
+an old _Egyptian_--”
+
+“An Egyptian!”
+
+“We give that name to the troopers who came back from the expedition
+into Egypt, of which I was one. Not merely are all who get back
+brothers; Vergniaud was in my regiment. We have shared a draught of
+water in the desert; and besides, I have not yet finished teaching his
+brats to read.”
+
+“He might have lodged you better for your money,” said Derville.
+
+“Bah!” said the Colonel, “his children sleep on the straw as I do. He
+and his wife have no better bed; they are very poor you see. They
+have taken a bigger business than they can manage. But if I recover my
+fortune... However, it does very well.”
+
+“Colonel, to-morrow or the next day, I shall receive your papers from
+Heilsberg. The woman who dug you out is still alive!”
+
+“Curse the money! To think I haven’t got any!” he cried, flinging his
+pipe on the ground.
+
+Now, a well-colored pipe is to a smoker a precious possession; but the
+impulse was so natural, the emotion so generous, that every smoker, and
+the excise office itself, would have pardoned this crime of treason to
+tobacco. Perhaps the angels may have picked up the pieces.
+
+“Colonel, it is an exceedingly complicated business,” said Derville as
+they left the room to walk up and down in the sunshine.
+
+“To me,” said the soldier, “it appears exceedingly simple. I was thought
+to be dead, and here I am! Give me back my wife and my fortune; give me
+the rank of General, to which I have a right, for I was made Colonel of
+the Imperial Guard the day before the battle of Eylau.”
+
+“Things are not done so in the legal world,” said Derville. “Listen to
+me. You are Colonel Chabert, I am glad to think it; but it has to be
+proved judicially to persons whose interest it will be to deny it.
+Hence, your papers will be disputed. That contention will give rise to
+ten or twelve preliminary inquiries. Every question will be sent under
+contradiction up to the supreme court, and give rise to so many costly
+suits, which will hang on for a long time, however eagerly I may push
+them. Your opponents will demand an inquiry, which we cannot refuse, and
+which may necessitate the sending of a commission of investigation to
+Prussia. But even if we hope for the best; supposing that justice should
+at once recognize you as Colonel Chabert--can we know how the questions
+will be settled that will arise out of the very innocent bigamy
+committed by the Comtesse Ferraud?
+
+“In your case, the point of law is unknown to the Code, and can only be
+decided as a point in equity, as a jury decides in the delicate cases
+presented by the social eccentricities of some criminal prosecutions.
+Now, you had no children by your marriage; M. le Comte Ferraud has two.
+The judges might pronounce against the marriage where the family ties
+are weakest, to the confirmation of that where they are stronger, since
+it was contracted in perfect good faith. Would you be in a very becoming
+moral position if you insisted, at your age, and in your present
+circumstances, in resuming your rights over a woman who no longer loves
+you? You will have both your wife and her husband against you, two
+important persons who might influence the Bench. Thus, there are many
+elements which would prolong the case; you will have time to grow old in
+the bitterest regrets.”
+
+“And my fortune?”
+
+“Do you suppose you had a fine fortune?”
+
+“Had I not thirty thousand francs a year?”
+
+“My dear Colonel, in 1799 you made a will before your marriage, leaving
+one-quarter of your property to hospitals.”
+
+“That is true.”
+
+“Well, when you were reported dead, it was necessary to make a
+valuation, and have a sale, to give this quarter away. Your wife was not
+particular about honesty as to the poor. The valuation, in which she no
+doubt took care not to include the ready money or jewelry, or too
+much of the plate, and in which the furniture would be estimated at
+two-thirds of its actual cost, either to benefit her, or to lighten the
+succession duty, and also because a valuer can be held responsible
+for the declared value--the valuation thus made stood at six hundred
+thousand francs. Your wife had a right of half for her share. Everything
+was sold and bought in by her; she got something out of it all, and the
+hospitals got their seventy-five thousand francs. Then, as the remainder
+went to the State, since you had made no mention of your wife in your
+will, the Emperor restored to your widow by decree the residue which
+would have reverted to the Exchequer. So, now, what can you claim? Three
+hundred thousand francs, no more, and minus the costs.”
+
+“And you call that justice!” said the Colonel, in dismay.
+
+“Why, certainly--”
+
+“A pretty kind of justice!”
+
+“So it is, my dear Colonel. You see, that what you thought so easy is
+not so. Madame Ferraud might even choose to keep the sum given to her by
+the Emperor.”
+
+“But she was not a widow. The decree is utterly void----”
+
+“I agree with you. But every case can get a hearing. Listen to me. I
+think that under these circumstances a compromise would be both for her
+and for you the best solution of the question. You will gain by it a
+more considerable sum than you can prove a right to.”
+
+“That would be to sell my wife!”
+
+“With twenty-four thousand francs a year you could find a woman who, in
+the position in which you are, would suit you better than your own wife,
+and make you happier. I propose going this very day to see the Comtesse
+Ferraud and sounding the ground; but I would not take such a step
+without giving you due notice.”
+
+“Let us go together.”
+
+“What, just as you are?” said the lawyer. “No, my dear Colonel, no. You
+might lose your case on the spot.”
+
+“Can I possibly gain it?”
+
+“On every count,” replied Derville. “But, my dear Colonel Chabert, you
+overlook one thing. I am not rich; the price of my connection is not
+wholly paid up. If the bench should allow you a maintenance, that is to
+say, a sum advanced on your prospects, they will not do so till you
+have proved that you are Comte Chabert, grand officer of the Legion of
+Honor.”
+
+“To be sure, I am a grand officer of the Legion of Honor; I had
+forgotten that,” said he simply.
+
+“Well, until then,” Derville went on, “will you not have to engage
+pleaders, to have documents copied, to keep the underlings of the
+law going, and to support yourself? The expenses of the preliminary
+inquiries will, at a rough guess, amount to ten or twelve thousand
+francs. I have not so much to lend you--I am crushed as it is by the
+enormous interest I have to pay on the money I borrowed to buy my
+business; and you?--Where can you find it.”
+
+Large tears gathered in the poor veteran’s faded eyes, and rolled down
+his withered cheeks. This outlook of difficulties discouraged him. The
+social and the legal world weighed on his breast like a nightmare.
+
+“I will go to the foot of the Vendome column!” he cried. “I will call
+out: ‘I am Colonel Chabert who rode through the Russian square at
+Eylau!’--The statue--he--he will know me.”
+
+“And you will find yourself in Charenton.”
+
+At this terrible name the soldier’s transports collapsed.
+
+“And will there be no hope for me at the Ministry of War?”
+
+“The war office!” said Derville. “Well, go there; but take a formal
+legal opinion with you, nullifying the certificate of your death. The
+government offices would be only too glad if they could annihilate the
+men of the Empire.”
+
+The Colonel stood for a while, speechless, motionless, his eyes fixed,
+but seeing nothing, sunk in bottomless despair. Military justice is
+ready and swift; it decides with Turk-like finality, and almost always
+rightly. This was the only justice known to Chabert. As he saw the
+labyrinth of difficulties into which he must plunge, and how much money
+would be required for the journey, the poor old soldier was mortally hit
+in that power peculiar to man, and called the Will. He thought it would
+be impossible to live as party to a lawsuit; it seemed a thousand times
+simpler to remain poor and a beggar, or to enlist as a trooper if any
+regiment would pass him.
+
+His physical and mental sufferings had already impaired his bodily
+health in some of the most important organs. He was on the verge of one
+of those maladies for which medicine has no name, and of which the seat
+is in some degree variable, like the nervous system itself, the part
+most frequently attacked of the whole human machine, a malady which may
+be designated as the heart-sickness of the unfortunate. However serious
+this invisible but real disorder might already be, it could still be
+cured by a happy issue. But a fresh obstacle, an unexpected incident,
+would be enough to wreck this vigorous constitution, to break the
+weakened springs, and produce the hesitancy, the aimless, unfinished
+movements, which physiologists know well in men undermined by grief.
+
+Derville, detecting in his client the symptoms of extreme dejection,
+said to him:
+
+“Take courage; the end of the business cannot fail to be in your favor.
+Only, consider whether you can give me your whole confidence and blindly
+accept the result I may think best for your interests.”
+
+“Do what you will,” said Chabert.
+
+“Yes, but you surrender yourself to me like a man marching to his
+death.”
+
+“Must I not be left to live without a position, without a name? Is that
+endurable?”
+
+“That is not my view of it,” said the lawyer. “We will try a friendly
+suit, to annul both your death certificate and your marriage, so as to
+put you in possession of your rights. You may even, by Comte Ferraud’s
+intervention, have your name replaced on the army list as general, and
+no doubt you will get a pension.”
+
+“Well, proceed then,” said Chabert. “I put myself entirely in your
+hands.”
+
+“I will send you a power of attorney to sign,” said Derville. “Good-bye.
+Keep up your courage. If you want money, rely on me.”
+
+Chabert warmly wrung the lawyer’s hand, and remained standing with his
+back against the wall, not having the energy to follow him excepting
+with his eyes. Like all men who know but little of legal matters, he was
+frightened by this unforeseen struggle.
+
+During their interview, several times, the figure of a man posted in the
+street had come forward from behind one of the gate-pillars, watching
+for Derville to depart, and he now accosted the lawyer. He was an old
+man, wearing a blue waistcoat and a white-pleated kilt, like a brewer’s;
+on his head was an otter-skin cap. His face was tanned, hollow-cheeked,
+and wrinkled, but ruddy on the cheek-bones by hard work and exposure to
+the open air.
+
+“Asking your pardon, sir,” said he, taking Derville by the arm, “if I
+take the liberty of speaking to you. But I fancied, from the look of
+you, that you were a friend of our General’s.”
+
+“And what then?” replied Derville. “What concern have you with him?--But
+who are you?” said the cautious lawyer.
+
+“I am Louis Vergniaud,” he replied at once. “I have a few words to say
+to you.”
+
+“So you are the man who has lodged Comte Chabert as I have found him?”
+
+“Asking your pardon, sir, he has the best room. I would have given him
+mine if I had had but one; I could have slept in the stable. A man
+who has suffered as he has, who teaches my kids to read, a general,
+an Egyptian, the first lieutenant I ever served under--What do you
+think?--Of us all, he is best served. I shared what I had with him.
+Unfortunately, it is not much to boast of--bread, milk, eggs. Well,
+well; it’s neighbors’ fare, sir. And he is heartily welcome.--But he has
+hurt our feelings.”
+
+“He?”
+
+“Yes, sir, hurt our feelings. To be plain with you, I have taken a
+larger business than I can manage, and he saw it. Well, it worried
+him; he must needs mind the horse! I says to him, ‘Really, General----’
+‘Bah!’ says he, ‘I am not going to eat my head off doing nothing. I
+learned to rub a horse down many a year ago.’--I had some bills out for
+the purchase money of my dairy--a fellow named Grados--Do you know him,
+sir?”
+
+“But, my good man, I have not time to listen to your story. Only tell me
+how the Colonel offended you.”
+
+“He hurt our feelings, sir, as sure as my name is Louis Vergniaud, and
+my wife cried about it. He heard from our neighbors that we had not a
+sou to begin to meet the bills with. The old soldier, as he is, he saved
+up all you gave him, he watched for the bill to come in, and he paid it.
+Such a trick! While my wife and me, we knew he had no tobacco, poor old
+boy, and went without.--Oh! now--yes, he has his cigar every morning!
+I would sell my soul for it--No, we are hurt. Well, so I wanted to ask
+you--for he said you were a good sort--to lend us a hundred crowns on
+the stock, so that we may get him some clothes, and furnish his room.
+He thought he was getting us out of debt, you see? Well, it’s just
+the other way; the old man is running us into debt--and hurt our
+feelings!--He ought not to have stolen a march on us like that. And we
+his friends, too!--On my word as an honest man, as sure as my name is
+Louis Vergniaud, I would sooner sell up and enlist than fail to pay you
+back your money----”
+
+Derville looked at the dairyman, and stepped back a few paces to glance
+at the house, the yard, the manure-pool, the cowhouse, the rabbits, the
+children.
+
+“On my honor, I believe it is characteristic of virtue to have nothing
+to do with riches!” thought he.
+
+“All right, you shall have your hundred crowns, and more. But I shall
+not give them to you; the Colonel will be rich enough to help, and I
+will not deprive him of the pleasure.”
+
+“And will that be soon?”
+
+“Why, yes.”
+
+“Ah, dear God! how glad my wife will be!” and the cowkeeper’s tanned
+face seemed to expand.
+
+“Now,” said Derville to himself, as he got into his cab again, “let us
+call on our opponent. We must not show our hand, but try to see hers,
+and win the game at one stroke. She must be frightened. She is a woman.
+Now, what frightens women most? A woman is afraid of nothing but...”
+
+And he set to work to study the Countess’ position, falling into one of
+those brown studies to which great politicians give themselves up when
+concocting their own plans and trying to guess the secrets of a hostile
+Cabinet. Are not attorneys, in a way, statesmen in charge of private
+affairs?
+
+But a brief survey of the situation in which the Comte Ferraud and
+his wife now found themselves is necessary for a comprehension of the
+lawyer’s cleverness.
+
+Monsieur le Comte Ferraud was the only son of a former Councillor in the
+old _Parlement_ of Paris, who had emigrated during the Reign of Terror,
+and so, though he saved his head, lost his fortune. He came back under
+the Consulate, and remained persistently faithful to the cause of Louis
+XVIII., in whose circle his father had moved before the Revolution.
+He thus was one of the party in the Faubourg Saint-Germain which nobly
+stood out against Napoleon’s blandishments. The reputation for capacity
+gained by the young Count--then simply called Monsieur Ferraud--made him
+the object of the Emperor’s advances, for he was often as well pleased
+at his conquests among the aristocracy as at gaining a battle. The Count
+was promised the restitution of his title, of such of his estates as had
+not been sold, and he was shown in perspective a place in the ministry
+or as senator.
+
+The Emperor fell.
+
+At the time of Comte Chabert’s death, M. Ferraud was a young man of
+six-and-twenty, without a fortune, of pleasing appearance, who had had
+his successes, and whom the Faubourg Saint-Germain had adopted as doing
+it credit; but Madame la Comtesse Chabert had managed to turn her share
+of her husband’s fortune to such good account that, after eighteen
+months of widowhood, she had about forty thousand francs a year. Her
+marriage to the young Count was not regarded as news in the circles of
+the Faubourg Saint-Germain. Napoleon, approving of this union, which
+carried out his idea of fusion, restored to Madame Chabert the money
+falling to the Exchequer under her husband’s will; but Napoleon’s hopes
+were again disappointed. Madame Ferraud was not only in love with her
+lover; she had also been fascinated by the notion of getting into
+the haughty society which, in spite of its humiliation, was still
+predominant at the Imperial Court. By this marriage all her vanities
+were as much gratified as her passions. She was to become a real fine
+lady. When the Faubourg Saint-Germain understood that the young Count’s
+marriage did not mean desertion, its drawing-rooms were thrown open to
+his wife.
+
+Then came the Restoration. The Count’s political advancement was not
+rapid. He understood the exigencies of the situation in which Louis
+XVIII. found himself; he was one of the inner circle who waited till the
+“Gulf of Revolution should be closed”--for this phrase of the King’s, at
+which the Liberals laughed so heartily, had a political sense. The order
+quoted in the long lawyer’s preamble at the beginning of this story had,
+however, put him in possession of two tracts of forest, and of an estate
+which had considerably increased in value during its sequestration. At
+the present moment, though Comte Ferraud was a Councillor of State, and
+a Director-General, he regarded his position as merely the first step of
+his political career.
+
+Wholly occupied as he was by the anxieties of consuming ambition, he had
+attached to himself, as secretary, a ruined attorney named Delbecq, a
+more than clever man, versed in all the resources of the law, to whom he
+left the conduct of his private affairs. This shrewd practitioner had so
+well understood his position with the Count as to be honest in his own
+interest. He hoped to get some place by his master’s influence, and he
+made the Count’s fortune his first care. His conduct so effectually gave
+the lie to his former life, that he was regarded as a slandered man. The
+Countess, with the tact and shrewdness of which most women have a share
+more or less, understood the man’s motives, watched him quietly,
+and managed him so well, that she had made good use of him for the
+augmentation of her private fortune. She had contrived to make Delbecq
+believe that she ruled her husband, and had promised to get him
+appointed President of an inferior court in some important provincial
+town, if he devoted himself entirely to her interests.
+
+The promise of a place, not dependent on changes of ministry, which
+would allow of his marrying advantageously, and rising subsequently to
+a high political position, by being chosen Depute, made Delbecq the
+Countess’ abject slave. He had never allowed her to miss one of those
+favorable chances which the fluctuations of the Bourse and the increased
+value of property afforded to clever financiers in Paris during the
+first three years after the Restoration. He had trebled his protectress’
+capital, and all the more easily because the Countess had no scruples
+as to the means which might make her an enormous fortune as quickly as
+possible. The emoluments derived by the Count from the places he held
+she spent on the housekeeping, so as to reinvest her dividends; and
+Delbecq lent himself to these calculations of avarice without trying to
+account for her motives. People of that sort never trouble themselves
+about any secrets of which the discovery is not necessary to their own
+interests. And, indeed, he naturally found the reason in the thirst for
+money, which taints almost every Parisian woman; and as a fine fortune
+was needed to support the pretensions of Comte Ferraud, the secretary
+sometimes fancied that he saw in the Countess’ greed a consequence of
+her devotion to a husband with whom she still was in love. The Countess
+buried the secrets of her conduct at the bottom of her heart. There lay
+the secrets of life and death to her, there lay the turning-point of
+this history.
+
+At the beginning of the year 1818 the Restoration was settled on
+an apparently immovable foundation; its doctrines of government, as
+understood by lofty minds, seemed calculated to bring to France an era
+of renewed prosperity, and Parisian society changed its aspect. Madame
+la Comtesse Ferraud found that by chance she had achieved for love a
+marriage that had brought her fortune and gratified ambition. Still
+young and handsome, Madame Ferraud played the part of a woman of
+fashion, and lived in the atmosphere of the Court. Rich herself, with a
+rich husband who was cried up as one of the ablest men of the royalist
+party, and, as a friend of the King, certain to be made Minister, she
+belonged to the aristocracy, and shared its magnificence. In the midst
+of this triumph she was attacked by a moral canker. There are feelings
+which women guess in spite of the care men take to bury them. On
+the first return of the King, Comte Ferraud had begun to regret his
+marriage. Colonel Chabert’s widow had not been the means of allying him
+to anybody; he was alone and unsupported in steering his way in a course
+full of shoals and beset by enemies. Also, perhaps, when he came to
+judge his wife coolly, he may have discerned in her certain vices of
+education which made her unfit to second him in his schemes.
+
+A speech he made, _a propos_ of Talleyrand’s marriage, enlightened the
+Countess, to whom it proved that if he had still been a free man she
+would never have been Madame Ferraud. What woman could forgive this
+repentance? Does it not include the germs of every insult, every crime,
+every form of repudiation? But what a wound must it have left in the
+Countess’ heart, supposing that she lived in the dread of her first
+husband’s return? She had known that he still lived, and she had ignored
+him. Then during the time when she had heard no more of him, she had
+chosen to believe that he had fallen at Waterloo with the Imperial
+Eagle, at the same time as Boutin. She resolved, nevertheless, to bind
+the Count to her by the strongest of all ties, by a chain of gold, and
+vowed to be so rich that her fortune might make her second marriage
+dissoluble, if by chance Colonel Chabert should ever reappear. And he
+had reappeared; and she could not explain to herself why the struggle
+she had dreaded had not already begun. Suffering, sickness, had perhaps
+delivered her from that man. Perhaps he was half mad, and Charenton
+might yet do her justice. She had not chosen to take either Delbecq or
+the police into her confidence, for fear of putting herself in their
+power, or of hastening the catastrophe. There are in Paris many women
+who, like the Countess Ferraud, live with an unknown moral monster, or
+on the brink of an abyss; a callus forms over the spot that tortures
+them, and they can still laugh and enjoy themselves.
+
+“There is something very strange in Comte Ferraud’s position,” said
+Derville to himself, on emerging from his long reverie, as his cab
+stopped at the door of the Hotel Ferraud in the Rue de Varennes. “How is
+it that he, so rich as he is, and such a favorite with the King, is not
+yet a peer of France? It may, to be sure, be true that the King, as
+Mme. de Grandlieu was telling me, desires to keep up the value of the
+_pairie_ by not bestowing it right and left. And, after all, the son of
+a Councillor of the _Parlement_ is not a Crillon nor a Rohan. A Comte
+Ferraud can only get into the Upper Chamber surreptitiously. But if his
+marriage were annulled, could he not get the dignity of some old peer
+who has only daughters transferred to himself, to the King’s great
+satisfaction? At any rate this will be a good bogey to put forward and
+frighten the Countess,” thought he as he went up the steps.
+
+Derville had without knowing it laid his finger on the hidden wound, put
+his hand on the canker that consumed Madame Ferraud.
+
+She received him in a pretty winter dining-room, where she was at
+breakfast, while playing with a monkey tethered by a chain to a little
+pole with climbing bars of iron. The Countess was in an elegant wrapper;
+the curls of her hair, carelessly pinned up, escaped from a cap, giving
+her an arch look. She was fresh and smiling. Silver, gilding, and
+mother-of-pearl shone on the table, and all about the room were rare
+plants growing in magnificent china jars. As he saw Colonel Chabert’s
+wife, rich with his spoil, in the lap of luxury and the height of
+fashion, while he, poor wretch, was living with a poor dairyman among
+the beasts, the lawyer said to himself:
+
+“The moral of all this is that a pretty woman will never acknowledge as
+her husband, nor even as a lover, a man in an old box-coat, a tow wig,
+and boots with holes in them.”
+
+A mischievous and bitter smile expressed the feelings, half
+philosophical and half satirical, which such a man was certain to
+experience--a man well situated to know the truth of things in spite of
+the lies behind which most families in Paris hide their mode of life.
+
+“Good-morning, Monsieur Derville,” said she, giving the monkey some
+coffee to drink.
+
+“Madame,” said he, a little sharply, for the light tone in which she
+spoke jarred on him. “I have come to speak with you on a very serious
+matter.”
+
+“I am so _grieved_, M. le Comte is away--”
+
+“I, madame, am delighted. It would be grievous if he could be present at
+our interview. Besides, I am informed through M. Delbecq that you like
+to manage your own business without troubling the Count.”
+
+“Then I will send for Delbecq,” said she.
+
+“He would be of no use to you, clever as he is,” replied Derville.
+“Listen to me, madame; one word will be enough to make you grave.
+Colonel Chabert is alive!”
+
+“Is it by telling me such nonsense as that that you think you can make
+me grave?” said she with a shout of laughter. But she was suddenly
+quelled by the singular penetration of the fixed gaze which Derville
+turned on her, seeming to read to the bottom of her soul.
+
+“Madame,” he said with cold and piercing solemnity, “you know not the
+extent of the danger that threatens you. I need say nothing of the
+indisputable authenticity of the evidence nor of the fulness of proof
+which testifies to the identity of Comte Chabert. I am not, as you know,
+the man to take up a bad cause. If you resist our proceedings to show
+that the certificate of death was false, you will lose that first case,
+and that matter once settled, we shall gain every point.”
+
+“What, then, do you wish to discuss with me?”
+
+“Neither the Colonel nor yourself. Nor need I allude to the briefs which
+clever advocates may draw up when armed with the curious facts of this
+case, or the advantage they may derive from the letters you received
+from your first husband before your marriage to your second.”
+
+“It is false,” she cried, with the violence of a spoilt woman. “I never
+had a letter from Comte Chabert; and if some one is pretending to be
+the Colonel, it is some swindler, some returned convict, like Coignard
+perhaps. It makes me shudder only to think of it. Can the Colonel rise
+from the dead, monsieur? Bonaparte sent an aide-de-camp to inquire for
+me on his death, and to this day I draw the pension of three thousand
+francs granted to this widow by the Government. I have been perfectly in
+the right to turn away all the Chaberts who have ever come, as I shall
+all who may come.”
+
+“Happily we are alone, madame. We can tell lies at our ease,” said he
+coolly, and finding it amusing to lash up the Countess’ rage so as to
+lead her to betray herself, by tactics familiar to lawyers, who are
+accustomed to keep cool when their opponents or their clients are in
+a passion. “Well, then, we must fight it out,” thought he, instantly
+hitting on a plan to entrap her and show her her weakness.
+
+“The proof that you received the first letter, madame, is that it
+contained some securities--”
+
+“Oh, as to securities--that it certainly did not.”
+
+“Then you received the letter,” said Derville, smiling. “You are caught,
+madame, in the first snare laid for you by an attorney, and you fancy
+you could fight against Justice----”
+
+The Countess colored, and then turned pale, hiding her face in her
+hands. Then she shook off her shame, and retorted with the natural
+impertinence of such women, “Since you are the so-called Chabert’s
+attorney, be so good as to--”
+
+“Madame,” said Derville, “I am at this moment as much your lawyer as I
+am Colonel Chabert’s. Do you suppose I want to lose so valuable a client
+as you are?--But you are not listening.”
+
+“Nay, speak on, monsieur,” said she graciously.
+
+“Your fortune came to you from M. le Comte Chabert, and you cast him
+off. Your fortune is immense, and you leave him to beg. An advocate
+can be very eloquent when a cause is eloquent in itself; there are here
+circumstances which might turn public opinion strongly against you.”
+
+“But, monsieur,” said the Comtesse, provoked by the way in which
+Derville turned and laid her on the gridiron, “even if I grant that your
+M. Chabert is living, the law will uphold my second marriage on account
+of the children, and I shall get off with the restitution of two hundred
+and twenty-five thousand francs to M. Chabert.”
+
+“It is impossible to foresee what view the Bench may take of the
+question. If on one side we have a mother and children, on the other we
+have an old man crushed by sorrows, made old by your refusals to know
+him. Where is he to find a wife? Can the judges contravene the law? Your
+marriage with Colonel Chabert has priority on its side and every legal
+right. But if you appear under disgraceful colors, you might have an
+unlooked-for adversary. That, madame, is the danger against which I
+would warn you.”
+
+“And who is he?”
+
+“Comte Ferraud.”
+
+“Monsieur Ferraud has too great an affection for me, too much respect
+for the mother of his children--”
+
+“Do not talk of such absurd things,” interrupted Derville, “to lawyers,
+who are accustomed to read hearts to the bottom. At this instant
+Monsieur Ferraud has not the slightest wish to annual your union, and I
+am quite sure that he adores you; but if some one were to tell him that
+his marriage is void, that his wife will be called before the bar of
+public opinion as a criminal--”
+
+“He would defend me, monsieur.”
+
+“No, madame.”
+
+“What reason could he have for deserting me, monsieur?”
+
+“That he would be free to marry the only daughter of a peer of France,
+whose title would be conferred on him by patent from the King.”
+
+The Countess turned pale.
+
+“A hit!” said Derville to himself. “I have you on the hip; the poor
+Colonel’s case is won.”--“Besides, madame,” he went on aloud, “he would
+feel all the less remorse because a man covered with glory--a
+General, Count, Grand Cross of the Legion of Honor--is not such a bad
+alternative; and if that man insisted on his wife’s returning to him--”
+
+“Enough, enough, monsieur!” she exclaimed. “I will never have any lawyer
+but you. What is to be done?”
+
+“Compromise!” said Derville.
+
+“Does he still love me?” she said.
+
+“Well, I do not think he can do otherwise.”
+
+The Countess raised her head at these words. A flash of hope shone in
+her eyes; she thought perhaps that she could speculate on her first
+husband’s affection to gain her cause by some feminine cunning.
+
+“I shall await your orders, madame, to know whether I am to report our
+proceedings to you, or if you will come to my office to agree to the
+terms of a compromise,” said Derville, taking leave.
+
+
+
+A week after Derville had paid these two visits, on a fine morning
+in June, the husband and wife, who had been separated by an almost
+supernatural chance, started from the opposite ends of Paris to meet in
+the office of the lawyer who was engaged by both. The supplies liberally
+advanced by Derville to Colonel Chabert had enabled him to dress as
+suited his position in life, and the dead man arrived in a very decent
+cab. He wore a wig suited to his face, was dressed in blue cloth with
+white linen, and wore under his waistcoat the broad red ribbon of the
+higher grade of the Legion of Honor. In resuming the habits of wealth he
+had recovered his soldierly style. He held himself up; his face, grave
+and mysterious-looking, reflected his happiness and all his hopes, and
+seemed to have acquired youth and _impasto_, to borrow a picturesque
+word from the painter’s art. He was no more like the Chabert of the old
+box-coat than a cartwheel double sou is like a newly coined forty-franc
+piece. The passer-by, only to see him, would have recognized at once one
+of the noble wrecks of our old army, one of the heroic men on whom
+our national glory is reflected, as a splinter of ice on which the sun
+shines seems to reflect every beam. These veterans are at once a picture
+and a book.
+
+When the Count jumped out of his carriage to go into Derville’s office,
+he did it as lightly as a young man. Hardly had his cab moved off,
+when a smart brougham drove up, splendid with coats-of-arms. Madame
+la Comtesse Ferraud stepped out in a dress which, though simple, was
+cleverly designed to show how youthful her figure was. She wore a pretty
+drawn bonnet lined with pink, which framed her face to perfection,
+softening its outlines and making it look younger.
+
+If the clients were rejuvenescent, the office was unaltered, and
+presented the same picture as that described at the beginning of this
+story. Simonnin was eating his breakfast, his shoulder leaning against
+the window, which was then open, and he was staring up at the blue sky
+in the opening of the courtyard enclosed by four gloomy houses.
+
+“Ah, ha!” cried the little clerk, “who will bet an evening at the play
+that Colonel Chabert is a General, and wears a red ribbon?”
+
+“The chief is a great magician,” said Godeschal.
+
+“Then there is no trick to play on him this time?” asked Desroches.
+
+“His wife has taken that in hand, the Comtesse Ferraud,” said Boucard.
+
+“What next?” said Godeschal. “Is Comtesse Ferraud required to belong to
+two men?”
+
+“Here she is,” answered Simonnin.
+
+“So you are not deaf, you young rogue!” said Chabert, taking the
+gutter-jumper by the ear and twisting it, to the delight of the other
+clerks, who began to laugh, looking at the Colonel with the curious
+attention due to so singular a personage.
+
+Comte Chabert was in Derville’s private room at the moment when his wife
+came in by the door of the office.
+
+“I say, Boucard, there is going to be a queer scene in the chief’s room!
+There is a woman who can spend her days alternately, the odd with Comte
+Ferraud, and the even with Comte Chabert.”
+
+“And in leap year,” said Godeschal, “they must settle the _count_
+between them.”
+
+“Silence, gentlemen, you can be heard!” said Boucard severely. “I never
+was in an office where there was so much jesting as there is here over
+the clients.”
+
+Derville had made the Colonel retire to the bedroom when the Countess
+was admitted.
+
+“Madame,” he said, “not knowing whether it would be agreeable to you
+to meet M. le Comte Chabert, I have placed you apart. If, however, you
+should wish it--”
+
+“It is an attention for which I am obliged to you.”
+
+“I have drawn up the memorandum of an agreement of which you and M.
+Chabert can discuss the conditions, here, and now. I will go alternately
+to him and to you, and explain your views respectively.”
+
+“Let me see, monsieur,” said the Countess impatiently.
+
+Derville read aloud:
+
+“‘Between the undersigned:
+
+“‘M. Hyacinthe Chabert, Count, Marechal de Camp, and Grand Officer of
+the Legion of Honor, living in Paris, Rue du Petit-Banquier, on the one
+part;
+
+“‘And Madame Rose Chapotel, wife of the aforesaid M. le Comte Chabert,
+_nee_--’”
+
+“Pass over the preliminaries,” said she. “Come to the conditions.”
+
+“Madame,” said the lawyer, “the preamble briefly sets forth the position
+in which you stand to each other. Then, by the first clause, you
+acknowledge, in the presence of three witnesses, of whom two shall be
+notaries, and one the dairyman with whom your husband has been lodging,
+to all of whom your secret is known, and who will be absolutely
+silent--you acknowledge, I say, that the individual designated in the
+documents subjoined to the deed, and whose identity is to be further
+proved by an act of recognition prepared by your notary, Alexandre
+Crottat, is your first husband, Comte Chabert. By the second clause
+Comte Chabert, to secure your happiness, will undertake to assert his
+rights only under certain circumstances set forth in the deed.--And
+these,” said Derville, in a parenthesis, “are none other than a failure
+to carry out the conditions of this secret agreement.--M. Chabert, on
+his part, agrees to accept judgment on a friendly suit, by which his
+certificate of death shall be annulled, and his marriage dissolved.”
+
+“That will not suit me in the least,” said the Countess with surprise.
+“I will be a party to no suit; you know why.”
+
+“By the third clause,” Derville went on, with imperturbable coolness,
+“you pledge yourself to secure to Hyacinthe Comte Chabert an income of
+twenty-four thousand francs on government stock held in his name, to
+revert to you at his death--”
+
+“But it is much too dear!” exclaimed the Countess.
+
+“Can you compromise the matter cheaper?”
+
+“Possibly.”
+
+“But what do you want, madame?”
+
+“I want--I will not have a lawsuit. I want--”
+
+“You want him to remain dead?” said Derville, interrupting her hastily.
+
+“Monsieur,” said the Countess, “if twenty-four thousand francs a year
+are necessary, we will go to law--”
+
+“Yes, we will go to law,” said the Colonel in a deep voice, as he opened
+the door and stood before his wife, with one hand in his waistcoat and
+the other hanging by his side--an attitude to which the recollection of
+his adventure gave horrible significance.
+
+“It is he,” said the Countess to herself.
+
+“Too dear!” the old soldier exclaimed. “I have given you near on a
+million, and you are cheapening my misfortunes. Very well; now I will
+have you--you and your fortune. Our goods are in common, our marriage is
+not dissolved--”
+
+“But monsieur is not Colonel Chabert!” cried the Countess, in feigned
+amazement.
+
+“Indeed!” said the old man, in a tone of intense irony. “Do you want
+proofs? I found you in the Palais Royal----”
+
+The Countess turned pale. Seeing her grow white under her rouge, the old
+soldier paused, touched by the acute suffering he was inflicting on the
+woman he had once so ardently loved; but she shot such a venomous glance
+at him that he abruptly went on:
+
+“You were with La--”
+
+“Allow me, Monsieur Derville,” said the Countess to the lawyer. “You
+must give me leave to retire. I did not come here to listen to such
+dreadful things.”
+
+She rose and went out. Derville rushed after her; but the Countess had
+taken wings, and seemed to have flown from the place.
+
+On returning to his private room, he found the Colonel in a towering
+rage, striding up and down.
+
+“In those times a man took his wife where he chose,” said he. “But I was
+foolish and chose badly; I trusted to appearances. She has no heart.”
+
+“Well, Colonel, was I not right to beg you not to come?--I am now
+positive of your identity; when you came in, the Countess gave a little
+start, of which the meaning was unequivocal. But you have lost your
+chances. Your wife knows that you are unrecognizable.”
+
+“I will kill her!”
+
+“Madness! you will be caught and executed like any common wretch.
+Besides you might miss! That would be unpardonable. A man must not miss
+his shot when he wants to kill his wife.--Let me set things straight;
+you are only a big child. Go now. Take care of yourself; she is capable
+of setting some trap for you and shutting you up in Charenton. I will
+notify her of our proceedings to protect you against a surprise.”
+
+The unhappy Colonel obeyed his young benefactor, and went away,
+stammering apologies. He slowly went down the dark staircase, lost in
+gloomy thoughts, and crushed perhaps by the blow just dealt him--the
+most cruel he could feel, the thrust that could most deeply pierce
+his heart--when he heard the rustle of a woman’s dress on the lowest
+landing, and his wife stood before him.
+
+“Come, monsieur,” said she, taking his arm with a gesture like those
+familiar to him of old. Her action and the accent of her voice, which
+had recovered its graciousness, were enough to allay the Colonel’s
+wrath, and he allowed himself to be led to the carriage.
+
+“Well, get in!” said she, when the footman had let down the step.
+
+And as if by magic, he found himself sitting by his wife in the
+brougham.
+
+“Where to?” asked the servant.
+
+“To Groslay,” said she.
+
+The horses started at once, and carried them all across Paris.
+
+“Monsieur,” said the Countess, in a tone of voice which betrayed one of
+those emotions which are rare in our lives, and which agitate every part
+of our being. At such moments the heart, fibres, nerves, countenance,
+soul, and body, everything, every pore even, feels a thrill. Life
+no longer seems to be within us; it flows out, springs forth, is
+communicated as if by contagion, transmitted by a look, a tone of voice,
+a gesture, impressing our will on others. The old soldier started on
+hearing this single word, this first, terrible “monsieur!” But still it
+was at once a reproach and a pardon, a hope and a despair, a question
+and an answer. This word included them all; none but an actress could
+have thrown so much eloquence, so many feelings into a single word.
+Truth is less complete in its utterance; it does not put everything on
+the outside; it allows us to see what is within. The Colonel was filled
+with remorse for his suspicions, his demands, and his anger; he looked
+down not to betray his agitation.
+
+“Monsieur,” repeated she, after an imperceptible pause, “I knew you at
+once.”
+
+“Rosine,” said the old soldier, “those words contain the only balm that
+can help me to forget my misfortunes.”
+
+Two large tears rolled hot on to his wife’s hands, which he pressed to
+show his paternal affection.
+
+“Monsieur,” she went on, “could you not have guessed what it cost me
+to appear before a stranger in a position so false as mine now is? If
+I have to blush for it, at least let it be in the privacy of my family.
+Ought not such a secret to remain buried in our hearts? You will forgive
+me, I hope, for my apparent indifference to the woes of a Chabert in
+whose existence I could not possibly believe. I received your letters,”
+ she hastily added, seeing in his face the objection it expressed, “but
+they did not reach me till thirteen months after the battle of Eylau.
+They were opened, dirty, the writing was unrecognizable; and after
+obtaining Napoleon’s signature to my second marriage contract, I could
+not help believing that some clever swindler wanted to make a fool of
+me. Therefore, to avoid disturbing Monsieur Ferraud’s peace of mind,
+and disturbing family ties, I was obliged to take precautions against a
+pretended Chabert. Was I not right, I ask you?”
+
+“Yes, you were right. It was I who was the idiot, the owl, the dolt, not
+to have calculated better what the consequences of such a position might
+be.--But where are we going?” he asked, seeing that they had reached the
+barrier of La Chapelle.
+
+“To my country house near Groslay, in the valley of Montmorency. There,
+monsieur, we will consider the steps to be taken. I know my duties.
+Though I am yours by right, I am no longer yours in fact. Can you wish
+that we should become the talk of Paris? We need not inform the public
+of a situation, which for me has its ridiculous side, and let us
+preserve our dignity. You still love me,” she said, with a sad, sweet
+gaze at the Colonel, “but have not I been authorized to form other ties?
+In so strange a position, a secret voice bids me trust to your kindness,
+which is so well known to me. Can I be wrong in taking you as the sole
+arbiter of my fate? Be at once judge and party to the suit. I trust in
+your noble character; you will be generous enough to forgive me for the
+consequences of faults committed in innocence. I may then confess to
+you: I love M. Ferraud. I believed that I had a right to love him. I
+do not blush to make this confession to you; even if it offends you, it
+does not disgrace us. I cannot conceal the facts. When fate made me a
+widow, I was not a mother.”
+
+The Colonel with a wave of his hand bid his wife be silent, and for a
+mile and a half they sat without speaking a single word. Chabert could
+fancy he saw the two little ones before him.
+
+“Rosine.”
+
+“Monsieur?”
+
+“The dead are very wrong to come to life again.”
+
+“Oh, monsieur, no, no! Do not think me ungrateful. Only, you find me a
+lover, a mother, while you left me merely a wife. Though it is no longer
+in my power to love, I know how much I owe you, and I can still offer
+you all the affection of a daughter.”
+
+“Rosine,” said the old man in a softened tone, “I no longer feel any
+resentment against you. We will forget anything,” he added, with one of
+those smiles which always reflect a noble soul; “I have not so little
+delicacy as to demand the mockery of love from a wife who no longer
+loves me.”
+
+The Countess gave him a flashing look full of such deep gratitude that
+poor Chabert would have been glad to sink again into his grave at Eylau.
+Some men have a soul strong enough for such self-devotion, of which the
+whole reward consists in the assurance that they have made the person
+they love happy.
+
+“My dear friend, we will talk all this over later when our hearts have
+rested,” said the Countess.
+
+The conversation turned to other subjects, for it was impossible to
+dwell very long on this one. Though the couple came back again and
+again to their singular position, either by some allusion or of serious
+purpose, they had a delightful drive, recalling the events of their
+former life together and the times of the Empire. The Countess knew how
+to lend peculiar charm to her reminiscences, and gave the conversation
+the tinge of melancholy that was needed to keep it serious. She revived
+his love without awakening his desires, and allowed her first husband to
+discern the mental wealth she had acquired while trying to accustom him
+to moderate his pleasure to that which a father may feel in the society
+of a favorite daughter.
+
+The Colonel had known the Countess of the Empire; he found her a
+Countess of the Restoration.
+
+At last, by a cross-road, they arrived at the entrance to a large park
+lying in the little valley which divides the heights of Margency from
+the pretty village of Groslay. The Countess had there a delightful
+house, where the Colonel on arriving found everything in readiness
+for his stay there, as well as for his wife’s. Misfortune is a kind
+of talisman whose virtue consists in its power to confirm our original
+nature; in some men it increases their distrust and malignancy, just as
+it improves the goodness of those who have a kind heart.
+
+Sorrow had made the Colonel even more helpful and good than he had
+always been, and he could understand some secrets of womanly distress
+which are unrevealed to most men. Nevertheless, in spite of his loyal
+trustfulness, he could not help saying to his wife:
+
+“Then you felt quite sure you would bring me here?”
+
+“Yes,” replied she, “if I found Colonel Chabert in Derville’s client.”
+
+The appearance of truth she contrived to give to this answer dissipated
+the slight suspicions which the Colonel was ashamed to have felt. For
+three days the Countess was quite charming to her first husband. By
+tender attentions and unfailing sweetness she seemed anxious to wipe out
+the memory of the sufferings he had endured, and to earn forgiveness
+for the woes which, as she confessed, she had innocently caused him. She
+delighted in displaying for him the charms she knew he took pleasure
+in, while at the same time she assumed a kind of melancholy; for men are
+more especially accessible to certain ways, certain graces of the heart
+or of the mind which they cannot resist. She aimed at interesting him in
+her position, and appealing to his feelings so far as to take possession
+of his mind and control him despotically.
+
+Ready for anything to attain her ends, she did not yet know what she
+was to do with this man; but at any rate she meant to annihilate him
+socially. On the evening of the third day she felt that in spite of her
+efforts she could not conceal her uneasiness as to the results of her
+manoeuvres. To give herself a minute’s reprieve she went up to her room,
+sat down before her writing-table, and laid aside the mask of composure
+which she wore in Chabert’s presence, like an actress who, returning to
+her dressing-room after a fatiguing fifth act, drops half dead, leaving
+with the audience an image of herself which she no longer resembles. She
+proceeded to finish a letter she had begun to Delbecq, whom she desired
+to go in her name and demand of Derville the deeds relating to Colonel
+Chabert, to copy them, and to come to her at once to Groslay. She had
+hardly finished when she heard the Colonel’s step in the passage; uneasy
+at her absence, he had come to look for her.
+
+“Alas!” she exclaimed, “I wish I were dead! My position is
+intolerable...”
+
+“Why, what is the matter?” asked the good man.
+
+“Nothing, nothing!” she replied.
+
+She rose, left the Colonel, and went down to speak privately to her
+maid, whom she sent off to Paris, impressing on her that she was herself
+to deliver to Delbecq the letter just written, and to bring it back to
+the writer as soon as he had read it. Then the Countess went out to sit
+on a bench sufficiently in sight for the Colonel to join her as soon as
+he might choose. The Colonel, who was looking for her, hastened up and
+sat down by her.
+
+“Rosine,” said he, “what is the matter with you?”
+
+She did not answer.
+
+It was one of those glorious, calm evenings in the month of June, whose
+secret harmonies infuse such sweetness into the sunset. The air was
+clear, the stillness perfect, so that far away in the park they could
+hear the voices of some children, which added a kind of melody to the
+sublimity of the scene.
+
+“You do not answer me?” the Colonel said to his wife.
+
+“My husband----” said the Countess, who broke off, started a little, and
+with a blush stopped to ask him, “What am I to say when I speak of M.
+Ferraud?”
+
+“Call him your husband, my poor child,” replied the Colonel, in a kind
+voice. “Is he not the father of your children?”
+
+“Well, then,” she said, “if he should ask what I came here for, if he
+finds out that I came here, alone, with a stranger, what am I to say
+to him? Listen, monsieur,” she went on, assuming a dignified attitude,
+“decide my fate, I am resigned to anything--”
+
+“My dear,” said the Colonel, taking possession of his wife’s hands, “I
+have made up my mind to sacrifice myself entirely for your happiness--”
+
+“That is impossible!” she exclaimed, with a sudden spasmodic movement.
+“Remember that you would have to renounce your identity, and in an
+authenticated form.”
+
+“What?” said the Colonel. “Is not my word enough for you?”
+
+The word “authenticated” fell on the old man’s heart, and roused
+involuntary distrust. He looked at his wife in a way that made her
+color, she cast down her eyes, and he feared that he might find himself
+compelled to despise her. The Countess was afraid lest she had scared
+the shy modesty, the stern honesty, of a man whose generous temper and
+primitive virtues were known to her. Though these feelings had brought
+the clouds to her brow, they immediately recovered their harmony. This
+was the way of it. A child’s cry was heard in the distance.
+
+“Jules, leave your sister in peace,” the Countess called out.
+
+“What, are your children here?” said Chabert.
+
+“Yes, but I told them not to trouble you.”
+
+The old soldier understood the delicacy, the womanly tact of so gracious
+a precaution, and took the Countess’ hand to kiss it.
+
+“But let them come,” said he.
+
+The little girl ran up to complain of her brother.
+
+“Mamma!”
+
+“Mamma!”
+
+“It was Jules--”
+
+“It was her--”
+
+Their little hands were held out to their mother, and the two childish
+voices mingled; it was an unexpected and charming picture.
+
+“Poor little things!” cried the Countess, no longer restraining her
+tears, “I shall have to leave them. To whom will the law assign them? A
+mother’s heart cannot be divided; I want them, I want them.”
+
+“Are you making mamma cry?” said Jules, looking fiercely at the Colonel.
+
+“Silence, Jules!” said the mother in a decided tone.
+
+The two children stood speechless, examining their mother and the
+stranger with a curiosity which it is impossible to express in words.
+
+“Oh yes!” she cried. “If I am separated from the Count, only leave me my
+children, and I will submit to anything...”
+
+This was the decisive speech which gained all that she had hoped from
+it.
+
+“Yes,” exclaimed the Colonel, as if he were ending a sentence already
+begun in his mind, “I must return underground again. I had told myself
+so already.”
+
+“Can I accept such a sacrifice?” replied his wife. “If some men have
+died to save a mistress’ honor, they gave their life but once. But
+in this case you would be giving your life every day. No, no. It is
+impossible. If it were only your life, it would be nothing; but to sign
+a declaration that you are not Colonel Chabert, to acknowledge yourself
+an imposter, to sacrifice your honor, and live a lie every hour of the
+day! Human devotion cannot go so far. Only think!--No. But for my poor
+children I would have fled with you by this time to the other end of the
+world.”
+
+“But,” said Chabert, “cannot I live here in your little lodge as one of
+your relations? I am as worn out as a cracked cannon; I want nothing but
+a little tobacco and the _Constitutionnel_.”
+
+The Countess melted into tears. There was a contest of generosity
+between the Comtesse Ferraud and Colonel Chabert, and the soldier came
+out victorious. One evening, seeing this mother with her children, the
+soldier was bewitched by the touching grace of a family picture in the
+country, in the shade and the silence; he made a resolution to remain
+dead, and, frightened no longer at the authentication of a deed, he
+asked what he could do to secure beyond all risk the happiness of this
+family.
+
+“Do exactly as you like,” said the Countess. “I declare to you that I
+will have nothing to do with this affair. I ought not.”
+
+Delbecq had arrived some days before, and in obedience to the Countess’
+verbal instructions, the intendant had succeeded in gaining the old
+soldier’s confidence. So on the following morning Colonel Chabert went
+with the erewhile attorney to Saint-Leu-Taverny, where Delbecq had
+caused the notary to draw up an affidavit in such terms that, after
+hearing it read, the Colonel started up and walked out of the office.
+
+“Turf and thunder! What a fool you must think me! Why, I should make
+myself out a swindler!” he exclaimed.
+
+“Indeed, monsieur,” said Delbecq, “I should advise you not to sign in
+haste. In your place I would get at least thirty thousand francs a year
+out of the bargain. Madame would pay them.”
+
+After annihilating this scoundrel _emeritus_ by the lightning look of an
+honest man insulted, the Colonel rushed off, carried away by a thousand
+contrary emotions. He was suspicious, indignant, and calm again by
+turns.
+
+Finally he made his way back into the park of Groslay by a gap in a
+fence, and slowly walked on to sit down and rest, and meditate at his
+ease, in a little room under a gazebo, from which the road to Saint-Leu
+could be seen. The path being strewn with the yellowish sand which is
+used instead of river-gravel, the Countess, who was sitting in the upper
+room of this little summer-house, did not hear the Colonel’s approach,
+for she was too much preoccupied with the success of her business to pay
+the smallest attention to the slight noise made by her husband. Nor did
+the old man notice that his wife was in the room over him.
+
+“Well, Monsieur Delbecq, has he signed?” the Countess asked her
+secretary, whom she saw alone on the road beyond the hedge of a haha.
+
+“No, madame. I do not even know what has become of our man. The old
+horse reared.”
+
+“Then we shall be obliged to put him into Charenton,” said she, “since
+we have got him.”
+
+The Colonel, who recovered the elasticity of youth to leap the haha,
+in the twinkling of an eye was standing in front of Delbecq, on whom he
+bestowed the two finest slaps that ever a scoundrel’s cheeks received.
+
+“And you may add that old horses can kick!” said he.
+
+His rage spent, the Colonel no longer felt vigorous enough to leap the
+ditch. He had seen the truth in all its nakedness. The Countess’ speech
+and Delbecq’s reply had revealed the conspiracy of which he was to be
+the victim. The care taken of him was but a bait to entrap him in a
+snare. That speech was like a drop of subtle poison, bringing on in the
+old soldier a return of all his sufferings, physical and moral. He came
+back to the summer-house through the park gate, walking slowly like a
+broken man.
+
+Then for him there was to be neither peace nor truce. From this moment
+he must begin the odious warfare with this woman of which Derville had
+spoken, enter on a life of litigation, feed on gall, drink every morning
+of the cup of bitterness. And then--fearful thought!--where was he to
+find the money needful to pay the cost of the first proceedings? He felt
+such disgust of life, that if there had been any water at hand he would
+have thrown himself into it; that if he had had a pistol, he would
+have blown out his brains. Then he relapsed into the indecision of
+mind which, since his conversation with Derville at the dairyman’s had
+changed his character.
+
+At last, having reached the kiosque, he went up to the gazebo, where
+little rose-windows afforded a view over each lovely landscape of the
+valley, and where he found his wife seated on a chair. The Countess was
+gazing at the distance, and preserved a calm countenance, showing that
+impenetrable face which women can assume when resolved to do their
+worst. She wiped her eyes as if she had been weeping, and played
+absently with the pink ribbons of her sash. Nevertheless, in spite of
+her apparent assurance, she could not help shuddering slightly when she
+saw before her her venerable benefactor, standing with folded arms, his
+face pale, his brow stern.
+
+“Madame,” he said, after gazing at her fixedly for a moment and
+compelling her to blush, “Madame, I do not curse you--I scorn you. I can
+now thank the chance that has divided us. I do not feel even a desire
+for revenge; I no longer love you. I want nothing from you. Live in
+peace on the strength of my word; it is worth more than the scrawl of
+all the notaries in Paris. I will never assert my claim to the name I
+perhaps have made illustrious. I am henceforth but a poor devil named
+Hyacinthe, who asks no more than his share of the sunshine.--Farewell!”
+
+The Countess threw herself at his feet; she would have detained him by
+taking his hands, but he pushed her away with disgust, saying:
+
+“Do not touch me!”
+
+The Countess’ expression when she heard her husband’s retreating steps
+is quite indescribable. Then, with the deep perspicacity given only
+by utter villainy, or by fierce worldly selfishness, she knew that she
+might live in peace on the word and the contempt of this loyal veteran.
+
+Chabert, in fact, disappeared. The dairyman failed in business, and
+became a hackney-cab driver. The Colonel, perhaps, took up some similar
+industry for a time. Perhaps, like a stone flung into a chasm, he went
+falling from ledge to ledge, to be lost in the mire of rags that seethes
+through the streets of Paris.
+
+Six months after this event, Derville, hearing no more of Colonel
+Chabert or the Comtesse Ferraud, supposed that they had no doubt come
+to a compromise, which the Countess, out of revenge, had had arranged by
+some other lawyer. So one morning he added up the sums he had advanced
+to the said Chabert with the costs, and begged the Comtesse Ferraud to
+claim from M. le Comte Chabert the amount of the bill, assuming that she
+would know where to find her first husband.
+
+The very next day Comte Ferraud’s man of business, lately appointed
+President of the County Court in a town of some importance, wrote this
+distressing note to Derville:
+
+  “MONSIEUR,--
+
+  “Madame la Comtesse Ferraud desires me to inform you that your
+  client took complete advantage of your confidence, and that the
+  individual calling himself Comte Chabert has acknowledged that he
+  came forward under false pretences.
+
+“Yours, etc., DELBECQ.”
+
+
+“One comes across people who are, on my honor, too stupid by half,”
+ cried Derville. “They don’t deserve to be Christians! Be humane,
+generous, philanthropical, and a lawyer, and you are bound to
+be cheated! There is a piece of business that will cost me two
+thousand-franc notes!”
+
+
+
+Some time after receiving this letter, Derville went to the Palais de
+Justice in search of a pleader to whom he wished to speak, and who was
+employed in the Police Court. As chance would have it, Derville went
+into Court Number 6 at the moment when the Presiding Magistrate was
+sentencing one Hyacinthe to two months’ imprisonment as a vagabond, and
+subsequently to be taken to the Mendicity House of Detention, a sentence
+which, by magistrates’ law, is equivalent to perpetual imprisonment. On
+hearing the name of Hyacinthe, Derville looked at the deliquent, sitting
+between two _gendarmes_ on the bench for the accused, and recognized in
+the condemned man his false Colonel Chabert.
+
+The old soldier was placid, motionless, almost absentminded. In spite
+of his rags, in spite of the misery stamped on his countenance, it
+gave evidence of noble pride. His eye had a stoical expression which no
+magistrate ought to have misunderstood; but as soon as a man has fallen
+into the hands of justice, he is no more than a moral entity, a matter
+of law or of fact, just as to statists he has become a zero.
+
+When the veteran was taken back to the lock-up, to be removed later
+with the batch of vagabonds at that moment at the bar, Derville availed
+himself of the privilege accorded to lawyers of going wherever they
+please in the Courts, and followed him to the lock-up, where he stood
+scrutinizing him for some minutes, as well as the curious crew of
+beggars among whom he found himself. The passage to the lock-up at that
+moment afforded one of those spectacles which, unfortunately, neither
+legislators, nor philanthropists, nor painters, nor writers come to
+study. Like all the laboratories of the law, this ante-room is a dark
+and malodorous place; along the walls runs a wooden seat, blackened
+by the constant presence there of the wretches who come to this
+meeting-place of every form of social squalor, where not one of them is
+missing.
+
+A poet might say that the day was ashamed to light up this dreadful
+sewer through which so much misery flows! There is not a spot on that
+plank where some crime has not sat, in embryo or matured; not a corner
+where a man has never stood who, driven to despair by the blight which
+justice has set upon him after his first fault, has not there begun a
+career, at the end of which looms the guillotine or the pistol-snap of
+the suicide. All who fall on the pavement of Paris rebound against these
+yellow-gray walls, on which a philanthropist who was not a speculator
+might read a justification of the numerous suicides complained of by
+hypocritical writers who are incapable of taking a step to prevent
+them--for that justification is written in that ante-room, like a
+preface to the dramas of the Morgue, or to those enacted on the Place de
+la Greve.
+
+At this moment Colonel Chabert was sitting among these men--men with
+coarse faces, clothed in the horrible livery of misery, and silent at
+intervals, or talking in a low tone, for three gendarmes on duty paced
+to and fro, their sabres clattering on the floor.
+
+“Do you recognize me?” said Derville to the old man, standing in front
+of him.
+
+“Yes, sir,” said Chabert, rising.
+
+“If you are an honest man,” Derville went on in an undertone, “how could
+you remain in my debt?”
+
+The old soldier blushed as a young girl might when accused by her mother
+of a clandestine love affair.
+
+“What! Madame Ferraud has not paid you?” cried he in a loud voice.
+
+“Paid me?” said Derville. “She wrote to me that you were a swindler.”
+
+The Colonel cast up his eyes in a sublime impulse of horror and
+imprecation, as if to call heaven to witness to this fresh subterfuge.
+
+“Monsieur,” said he, in a voice that was calm by sheer huskiness, “get
+the gendarmes to allow me to go into the lock-up, and I will sign an
+order which will certainly be honored.”
+
+At a word from Derville to the sergeant he was allowed to take his
+client into the room, where Hyacinthe wrote a few lines, and addressed
+them to the Comtesse Ferraud.
+
+“Send her that,” said the soldier, “and you will be paid your costs and
+the money you advanced. Believe me, monsieur, if I have not shown
+you the gratitude I owe you for your kind offices, it is not the less
+there,” and he laid his hand on his heart. “Yes, it is there, deep and
+sincere. But what can the unfortunate do? They live, and that is all.”
+
+“What!” said Derville. “Did you not stipulate for an allowance?”
+
+“Do not speak of it!” cried the old man. “You cannot conceive how deep
+my contempt is for the outside life to which most men cling. I was
+suddenly attacked by a sickness--disgust of humanity. When I think
+that Napoleon is at Saint-Helena, everything on earth is a matter of
+indifference to me. I can no longer be a soldier; that is my only real
+grief. After all,” he added with a gesture of childish simplicity, “it
+is better to enjoy luxury of feeling than of dress. For my part, I fear
+nobody’s contempt.”
+
+And the Colonel sat down on his bench again.
+
+Derville went away. On returning to his office, he sent Godeschal, at
+that time his second clerk, to the Comtesse Ferraud, who, on reading the
+note, at once paid the sum due to Comte Chabert’s lawyer.
+
+
+
+In 1840, towards the end of June, Godeschal, now himself an attorney,
+went to Ris with Derville, to whom he had succeeded. When they reached
+the avenue leading from the highroad to Bicetre, they saw, under one
+of the elm-trees by the wayside, one of those old, broken, and hoary
+paupers who have earned the Marshal’s staff among beggars by living on
+at Bicetre as poor women live on at la Salpetriere. This man, one of
+the two thousand poor creatures who are lodged in the infirmary for the
+aged, was seated on a corner-stone, and seemed to have concentrated all
+his intelligence on an operation well known to these pensioners, which
+consists in drying their snuffy pocket-handkerchiefs in the sun, perhaps
+to save washing them. This old man had an attractive countenance. He was
+dressed in a reddish cloth wrapper-coat which the work-house affords to
+its inmates, a sort of horrible livery.
+
+“I say, Derville,” said Godeschal to his traveling companion, “look at
+that old fellow. Isn’t he like those grotesque carved figures we get
+from Germany? And it is alive, perhaps it is happy.”
+
+Derville looked at the poor man through his eyeglass, and with a little
+exclamation of surprise he said:
+
+“That old man, my dear fellow, is a whole poem, or, as the romantics
+say, a drama.--Did you ever meet the Comtesse Ferraud?”
+
+“Yes; she is a clever woman, and agreeable; but rather too pious,” said
+Godeschal.
+
+“That old Bicetre pauper is her lawful husband, Comte Chabert, the
+old Colonel. She has had him sent here, no doubt. And if he is in
+this workhouse instead of living in a mansion, it is solely because he
+reminded the pretty Countess that he had taken her, like a hackney cab,
+on the street. I can remember now the tiger’s glare she shot at him at
+that moment.”
+
+This opening having excited Godeschal’s curiosity, Derville related the
+story here told.
+
+Two days later, on Monday morning, as they returned to Paris, the two
+friends looked again at Bicetre, and Derville proposed that they should
+call on Colonel Chabert. Halfway up the avenue they found the old man
+sitting on the trunk of a felled tree. With his stick in one hand, he
+was amusing himself with drawing lines in the sand. On looking at him
+narrowly, they perceived that he had been breakfasting elsewhere than at
+Bicetre.
+
+“Good-morning, Colonel Chabert,” said Derville.
+
+“Not Chabert! not Chabert! My name is Hyacinthe,” replied the veteran.
+“I am no longer a man, I am No. 164, Room 7,” he added, looking at
+Derville with timid anxiety, the fear of an old man and a child.--“Are
+you going to visit the man condemned to death?” he asked after a
+moment’s silence. “He is not married! He is very lucky!”
+
+“Poor fellow!” said Godeschal. “Would you like something to buy snuff?”
+
+With all the simplicity of a street Arab, the Colonel eagerly held out
+his hand to the two strangers, who each gave him a twenty-franc piece;
+he thanked them with a puzzled look, saying:
+
+“Brave troopers!”
+
+He ported arms, pretended to take aim at them, and shouted with a smile:
+
+“Fire! both arms! _Vive Napoleon_!” And he drew a flourish in the air
+with his stick.
+
+“The nature of his wound has no doubt made him childish,” said Derville.
+
+“Childish! he?” said another old pauper, who was looking on. “Why, there
+are days when you had better not tread on his corns. He is an old rogue,
+full of philosophy and imagination. But to-day, what can you expect! He
+has had his Monday treat.--He was here, monsieur, so long ago as 1820.
+At that time a Prussian officer, whose chaise was crawling up the hill
+of Villejuif, came by on foot. We two were together, Hyacinthe and I,
+by the roadside. The officer, as he walked, was talking to another, a
+Russian, or some animal of the same species, and when the Prussian saw
+the old boy, just to make fun, he said to him, ‘Here is an old cavalry
+man who must have been at Rossbach.’--‘I was too young to be there,’
+said Hyacinthe. ‘But I was at Jena.’ And the Prussian made off pretty
+quick, without asking any more questions.”
+
+“What a destiny!” exclaimed Derville. “Taken out of the Foundling
+Hospital to die in the Infirmary for the Aged, after helping Napoleon
+between whiles to conquer Egypt and Europe.--Do you know, my dear
+fellow,” Derville went on after a pause, “there are in modern society
+three men who can never think well of the world--the priest, the doctor,
+and the man of law? And they wear black robes, perhaps because they are
+in mourning for every virtue and every illusion. The most hapless of
+the three is the lawyer. When a man comes in search of the priest, he
+is prompted by repentance, by remorse, by beliefs which make him
+interesting, which elevate him and comfort the soul of the intercessor
+whose task will bring him a sort of gladness; he purifies, repairs and
+reconciles. But we lawyers, we see the same evil feelings repeated again
+and again, nothing can correct them; our offices are sewers which can
+never be cleansed.
+
+“How many things have I learned in the exercise of my profession! I have
+seen a father die in a garret, deserted by two daughters, to whom he had
+given forty thousand francs a year! I have known wills burned; I have
+seen mothers robbing their children, wives killing their husbands, and
+working on the love they could inspire to make the men idiotic or mad,
+that they might live in peace with a lover. I have seen women teaching
+the child of their marriage such tastes as must bring it to the grave in
+order to benefit the child of an illicit affection. I could not tell
+you all I have seen, for I have seen crimes against which justice is
+impotent. In short, all the horrors that romancers suppose they have
+invented are still below the truth. You will know something of these
+pretty things; as for me, I am going to live in the country with my
+wife. I have a horror of Paris.”
+
+“I have seen plenty of them already in Desroches’ office,” replied
+Godeschal.
+
+
+PARIS, February-March 1832.
+
+
+
+
+ADDENDUM
+
+The following personages appear in other stories of the Human Comedy.
+
+     Bonaparte, Napoleon
+       The Vendetta
+       The Gondreville Mystery
+       Domestic Peace
+       The Seamy Side of History
+       A Woman of Thirty
+
+     Crottat, Alexandre
+       Cesar Birotteau
+       A Start in Life
+       A Woman of Thirty
+       Cousin Pons
+
+     Derville
+       Gobseck
+       A Start in Life
+       The Gondreville Mystery
+       Father Goriot
+       Scenes from a Courtesan’s Life
+
+     Desroches (son)
+       A Bachelor’s Establishment
+       A Start in Life
+       A Woman of Thirty
+       The Commission in Lunacy
+       The Government Clerks
+       A Distinguished Provincial at Paris
+       Scenes from a Courtesan’s Life
+       The Firm of Nucingen
+       A Man of Business
+       The Middle Classes
+
+     Ferraud, Comtesse
+       The Government Clerks
+
+     Godeschal, Francois-Claude-Marie
+       A Bachelor’s Establishment
+       A Start in Life
+       The Commission in Lunacy
+       The Middle Classes
+       Cousin Pons
+
+     Grandlieu, Vicomtesse de
+       Scenes from a Courtesan’s Life
+       Gobseck
+
+     Louis XVIII., Louis-Stanislas-Xavier
+       The Chouans
+       The Seamy Side of History
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+       The Lily of the Valley
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+     Murat, Joachim, Prince
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+       A Bachelor’s Establishment
+       The Muse of the Department
+       The Thirteen
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+       The Magic Skin
+       The Gondreville Mystery
+       The Secrets of a Princess
+       Cousin Betty
+
+     Vergniaud, Louis
+       The Vendetta
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Colonel Chabert, by Honore de Balzac
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+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+Title: Colonel Chabert
+
+Author: Honore de Balzac
+
+Translator: Ellen Marriage and Clara Bell
+
+Release Date: March 6, 2010 [EBook #1954]
+Last Updated: November 22, 2016
+
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK COLONEL CHABERT ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by John Bickers, and Dagny, and David Widger
+
+
+
+
+
+
+</pre>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <h1>
+      COLONEL CHABERT
+    </h1>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      By Honore De Balzac
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      Translated by Ellen Marriage and Clara Bell
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br />
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      DEDICATION<br /><br /> To Madame la Comtesse Ida de Bocarme nee du
+      Chasteler.<br />
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br />
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> <b>COLONEL CHABERT</b> </a><br /><br /> <a
+      href="#link2H_4_0002"> 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>
+      COLONEL CHABERT
+    </h1>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;HULLO! There is that old Box-coat again!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      This exclamation was made by a lawyer&rsquo;s clerk of the class called in
+      French offices a gutter-jumper&mdash;a messenger in fact&mdash;who at this
+      moment was eating a piece of dry bread with a hearty appetite. He pulled
+      off a morsel of crumb to make into a bullet, and fired it gleefully
+      through the open pane of the window against which he was leaning. The
+      pellet, well aimed, rebounded almost as high as the window, after hitting
+      the hat of a stranger who was crossing the courtyard of a house in the Rue
+      Vivienne, where dwelt Maitre Derville, attorney-at-law.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Come, Simonnin, don&rsquo;t play tricks on people, or I will turn you out of
+      doors. However poor a client may be, he is still a man, hang it all!&rdquo; said
+      the head clerk, pausing in the addition of a bill of costs.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The lawyer&rsquo;s messenger is commonly, as was Simonnin, a lad of thirteen or
+      fourteen, who, in every office, is under the special jurisdiction of the
+      managing clerk, whose errands and <i>billets-doux</i> keep him employed on
+      his way to carry writs to the bailiffs and petitions to the Courts. He is
+      akin to the street boy in his habits, and to the pettifogger by fate. The
+      boy is almost always ruthless, unbroken, unmanageable, a ribald rhymester,
+      impudent, greedy, and idle. And yet, almost all these clerklings have an
+      old mother lodging on some fifth floor with whom they share their pittance
+      of thirty or forty francs a month.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;If he is a man, why do you call him old Box-coat?&rdquo; asked Simonnin, with
+      the air of a schoolboy who has caught out his master.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      And he went on eating his bread and cheese, leaning his shoulder against
+      the window jamb; for he rested standing like a cab-horse, one of his legs
+      raised and propped against the other, on the toe of his shoe.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What trick can we play that cove?&rdquo; said the third clerk, whose name was
+      Godeschal, in a low voice, pausing in the middle of a discourse he was
+      extemporizing in an appeal engrossed by the fourth clerk, of which copies
+      were being made by two neophytes from the provinces.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then he went on improvising:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;<i>But, in his noble and beneficent wisdom, his Majesty, Louis the
+      Eighteenth</i>&mdash;(write it at full length, heh! Desroches the learned&mdash;you,
+      as you engross it!)&mdash;<i>when he resumed the reins of Government,
+      understood</i>&mdash;(what did that old nincompoop ever understand?)&mdash;<i>the
+      high mission to which he had been called by Divine Providence!</i>&mdash;(a
+      note of admiration and six stops. They are pious enough at the Courts to
+      let us put six)&mdash;<i>and his first thought, as is proved by the date
+      of the order hereinafter designated, was to repair the misfortunes caused
+      by the terrible and sad disasters of the revolutionary times, by restoring
+      to his numerous and faithful adherents</i>&mdash;(&lsquo;numerous&rsquo; is
+      flattering, and ought to please the Bench)&mdash;<i>all their unsold
+      estates, whether within our realm, or in conquered or acquired territory,
+      or in the endowments of public institutions, for we are, and proclaim
+      ourselves competent to declare, that this is the spirit and meaning of the
+      famous, truly loyal order given in</i>&mdash;Stop,&rdquo; said Godeschal to the
+      three copying clerks, &ldquo;that rascally sentence brings me to the end of my
+      page.&mdash;Well,&rdquo; he went on, wetting the back fold of the sheet with his
+      tongue, so as to be able to fold back the page of thick stamped paper,
+      &ldquo;well, if you want to play him a trick, tell him that the master can only
+      see his clients between two and three in the morning; we shall see if he
+      comes, the old ruffian!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And Godeschal took up the sentence he was dictating&mdash;&ldquo;<i>given in</i>&mdash;Are
+      you ready?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; cried the three writers.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      It all went all together, the appeal, the gossip, and the conspiracy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;<i>Given in</i>&mdash;Here, Daddy Boucard, what is the date of the order?
+      We must dot our <i>i</i>&rsquo;s and cross our <i>t</i>&rsquo;s, by Jingo! it helps to
+      fill the pages.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;By Jingo!&rdquo; repeated one of the copying clerks before Boucard, the head
+      clerk, could reply.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What! have you written <i>by Jingo</i>?&rdquo; cried Godeschal, looking at one
+      of the novices, with an expression at once stern and humorous.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why, yes,&rdquo; said Desroches, the fourth clerk, leaning across his
+      neighbor&rsquo;s copy, &ldquo;he has written, &lsquo;<i>We must dot our i&rsquo;s</i>&rsquo; and spelt
+      it <i>by Gingo</i>!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      All the clerks shouted with laughter.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why! Monsieur Hure, you take &lsquo;By Jingo&rsquo; for a law term, and you say you
+      come from Mortagne!&rdquo; exclaimed Simonnin.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Scratch it cleanly out,&rdquo; said the head clerk. &ldquo;If the judge, whose
+      business it is to tax the bill, were to see such things, he would say you
+      were laughing at the whole boiling. You would hear of it from the chief!
+      Come, no more of this nonsense, Monsieur Hure! A Norman ought not to write
+      out an appeal without thought. It is the &lsquo;Shoulder arms!&rsquo; of the law.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;<i>Given in&mdash;in</i>?&rdquo; asked Godeschal.&mdash;&ldquo;Tell me when,
+      Boucard.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;June 1814,&rdquo; replied the head clerk, without looking up from his work.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      A knock at the office door interrupted the circumlocutions of the prolix
+      document. Five clerks with rows of hungry teeth, bright, mocking eyes, and
+      curly heads, lifted their noses towards the door, after crying all
+      together in a singing tone, &ldquo;Come in!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Boucard kept his face buried in a pile of papers&mdash;<i>broutilles</i>
+      (odds and ends) in French law jargon&mdash;and went on drawing out the
+      bill of costs on which he was busy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The office was a large room furnished with the traditional stool which is
+      to be seen in all these dens of law-quibbling. The stove-pipe crossed the
+      room diagonally to the chimney of a bricked-up fireplace; on the marble
+      chimney-piece were several chunks of bread, triangles of Brie cheese, pork
+      cutlets, glasses, bottles, and the head clerk&rsquo;s cup of chocolate. The
+      smell of these dainties blended so completely with that of the
+      immoderately overheated stove and the odor peculiar to offices and old
+      papers, that the trail of a fox would not have been perceptible. The floor
+      was covered with mud and snow, brought in by the clerks. Near the window
+      stood the desk with a revolving lid, where the head clerk worked, and
+      against the back of it was the second clerk&rsquo;s table. The second clerk was
+      at this moment in Court. It was between eight and nine in the morning.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The only decoration of the office consisted in huge yellow posters,
+      announcing seizures of real estate, sales, settlements under trust, final
+      or interim judgments,&mdash;all the glory of a lawyer&rsquo;s office. Behind the
+      head clerk was an enormous room, of which each division was crammed with
+      bundles of papers with an infinite number of tickets hanging from them at
+      the ends of red tape, which give a peculiar physiognomy to law papers. The
+      lower rows were filled with cardboard boxes, yellow with use, on which
+      might be read the names of the more important clients whose cases were
+      juicily stewing at this present time. The dirty window-panes admitted but
+      little daylight. Indeed, there are very few offices in Paris where it is
+      possible to write without lamplight before ten in the morning in the month
+      of February, for they are all left to very natural neglect; every one
+      comes and no one stays; no one has any personal interest in a scene of
+      mere routine&mdash;neither the attorney, nor the counsel, nor the clerks,
+      trouble themselves about the appearance of a place which, to the youths,
+      is a schoolroom; to the clients, a passage; to the chief, a laboratory.
+      The greasy furniture is handed down to successive owners with such
+      scrupulous care, that in some offices may still be seen boxes of <i>remainders</i>,
+      machines for twisting parchment gut, and bags left by the prosecuting
+      parties of the Chatelet (abbreviated to <i>Chlet</i>)&mdash;a Court which,
+      under the old order of things, represented the present Court of First
+      Instance (or County Court).
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So in this dark office, thick with dust, there was, as in all its fellows,
+      something repulsive to the clients&mdash;something which made it one of
+      the most hideous monstrosities of Paris. Nay, were it not for the mouldy
+      sacristies where prayers are weighed out and paid for like groceries, and
+      for the old-clothes shops, where flutter the rags that blight all the
+      illusions of life by showing us the last end of all our festivities&mdash;an
+      attorney&rsquo;s office would be, of all social marts, the most loathsome. But
+      we might say the same of the gambling-hell, of the Law Court, of the
+      lottery office, of the brothel.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      But why? In these places, perhaps, the drama being played in a man&rsquo;s soul
+      makes him indifferent to accessories, which would also account for the
+      single-mindedness of great thinkers and men of great ambitions.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Where is my penknife?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I am eating my breakfast.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You go and be hanged! here is a blot on the copy.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Silence, gentlemen!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      These various exclamations were uttered simultaneously at the moment when
+      the old client shut the door with the sort of humility which disfigures
+      the movements of a man down on his luck. The stranger tried to smile, but
+      the muscles of his face relaxed as he vainly looked for some symptoms of
+      amenity on the inexorably indifferent faces of the six clerks. Accustomed,
+      no doubt, to gauge men, he very politely addressed the gutter-jumper,
+      hoping to get a civil answer from this boy of all work.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Monsieur, is your master at home?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The pert messenger made no reply, but patted his ear with the fingers of
+      his left hand, as much as to say, &ldquo;I am deaf.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What do you want, sir?&rdquo; asked Godeschal, swallowing as he spoke a
+      mouthful of bread big enough to charge a four-pounder, flourishing his
+      knife and crossing his legs, throwing up one foot in the air to the level
+      of his eyes.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;This is the fifth time I have called,&rdquo; replied the victim. &ldquo;I wish to
+      speak to M. Derville.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;On business?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes, but I can explain it to no one but&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;M. Derville is in bed; if you wish to consult him on some difficulty, he
+      does no serious work till midnight. But if you will lay the case before
+      us, we could help you just as well as he can to&mdash;&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The stranger was unmoved; he looked timidly about him, like a dog who has
+      got into a strange kitchen and expects a kick. By grace of their
+      profession, lawyers&rsquo; clerks have no fear of thieves; they did not suspect
+      the owner of the box-coat, and left him to study the place, where he
+      looked in vain for a chair to sit on, for he was evidently tired.
+      Attorneys, on principle, do not have many chairs in their offices. The
+      inferior client, being kept waiting on his feet, goes away grumbling, but
+      then he does not waste time, which, as an old lawyer once said, is not
+      allowed for when the bill is taxed.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; said the old man, &ldquo;as I have already told you, I cannot
+      explain my business to any one but M. Derville. I will wait till he is
+      up.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Boucard had finished his bill. He smelt the fragrance of his chocolate,
+      rose from his cane armchair, went to the chimney-piece, looked the old man
+      from head to foot, stared at his coat, and made an indescribable grimace.
+      He probably reflected that whichever way his client might be wrung, it
+      would be impossible to squeeze out a centime, so he put in a few brief
+      words to rid the office of a bad customer.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;It is the truth, monsieur. The chief only works at night. If your
+      business is important, I recommend you to return at one in the morning.&rdquo;
+       The stranger looked at the head clerk with a bewildered expression, and
+      remained motionless for a moment. The clerks, accustomed to every change
+      of countenance, and the odd whimsicalities to which indecision or absence
+      of mind gives rise in &ldquo;parties,&rdquo; went on eating, making as much noise with
+      their jaws as horses over a manger, and paying no further heed to the old
+      man.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I will come again to-night,&rdquo; said the stranger at length, with the
+      tenacious desire, peculiar to the unfortunate, to catch humanity at fault.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The only irony allowed to poverty is to drive Justice and Benevolence to
+      unjust denials. When a poor wretch has convicted Society of falsehood, he
+      throws himself more eagerly on the mercy of God.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What do you think of that for a cracked pot?&rdquo; said Simonnin, without
+      waiting till the old man had shut the door.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;He looks as if he had been buried and dug up again,&rdquo; said a clerk.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;He is some colonel who wants his arrears of pay,&rdquo; said the head clerk.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;No, he is a retired concierge,&rdquo; said Godeschal.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I bet you he is a nobleman,&rdquo; cried Boucard.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I bet you he has been a porter,&rdquo; retorted Godeschal. &ldquo;Only porters are
+      gifted by nature with shabby box-coats, as worn and greasy and frayed as
+      that old body&rsquo;s. And did you see his trodden-down boots that let the water
+      in, and his stock which serves for a shirt? He has slept in a dry arch.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;He may be of noble birth, and yet have pulled the doorlatch,&rdquo; cried
+      Desroches. &ldquo;It has been known!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;No,&rdquo; Boucard insisted, in the midst of laughter, &ldquo;I maintain that he was
+      a brewer in 1789, and a colonel in the time of the Republic.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I bet theatre tickets round that he never was a soldier,&rdquo; said Godeschal.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Done with you,&rdquo; answered Boucard.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Monsieur! Monsieur!&rdquo; shouted the little messenger, opening the window.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What are you at now, Simonnin?&rdquo; asked Boucard.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I am calling him that you may ask him whether he is a colonel or a
+      porter; he must know.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      All the clerks laughed. As to the old man, he was already coming upstairs
+      again.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What can we say to him?&rdquo; cried Godeschal.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Leave it to me,&rdquo; replied Boucard.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The poor man came in nervously, his eyes cast down, perhaps not to betray
+      how hungry he was by looking too greedily at the eatables.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; said Boucard, &ldquo;will you have the kindness to leave your name,
+      so that M. Derville may know&mdash;&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Chabert.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The Colonel who was killed at Eylau?&rdquo; asked Hure, who, having so far said
+      nothing, was jealous of adding a jest to all the others.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The same, monsieur,&rdquo; replied the good man, with antique simplicity. And
+      he went away.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Whew!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Done brown!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Poof!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Ah!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Boum!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The old rogue!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Ting-a-ring-ting!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Sold again!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Monsieur Desroches, you are going to the play without paying,&rdquo; said Hure
+      to the fourth clerk, giving him a slap on the shoulder that might have
+      killed a rhinoceros.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      There was a storm of cat-calls, cries, and exclamations, which all the
+      onomatopeia of the language would fail to represent.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Which theatre shall we go to?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;To the opera,&rdquo; cried the head clerk.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;In the first place,&rdquo; said Godeschal, &ldquo;I never mentioned which theatre. I
+      might, if I chose, take you to see Madame Saqui.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Madame Saqui is not the play.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What is a play?&rdquo; replied Godeschal. &ldquo;First, we must define the point of
+      fact. What did I bet, gentlemen? A play. What is a play? A spectacle. What
+      is a spectacle? Something to be seen&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But on that principle you would pay your bet by taking us to see the
+      water run under the Pont Neuf!&rdquo; cried Simonnin, interrupting him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;To be seen for money,&rdquo; Godeschal added.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But a great many things are to be seen for money that are not plays. The
+      definition is defective,&rdquo; said Desroches.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But do listen to me!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You are talking nonsense, my dear boy,&rdquo; said Boucard.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Is Curtius&rsquo; a play?&rdquo; said Godeschal.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;No,&rdquo; said the head clerk, &ldquo;it is a collection of figures&mdash;but it is
+      a spectacle.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I bet you a hundred francs to a sou,&rdquo; Godeschal resumed, &ldquo;that Curtius&rsquo; 
+      Waxworks forms such a show as might be called a play or theatre. It
+      contains a thing to be seen at various prices, according to the place you
+      choose to occupy.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And so on, and so forth!&rdquo; said Simonnin.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You mind I don&rsquo;t box your ears!&rdquo; said Godeschal.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The clerk shrugged their shoulders.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Besides, it is not proved that that old ape was not making game of us,&rdquo;
+       he said, dropping his argument, which was drowned in the laughter of the
+      other clerks. &ldquo;On my honor, Colonel Chabert is really and truly dead. His
+      wife is married again to Comte Ferraud, Councillor of State. Madame
+      Ferraud is one of our clients.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Come, the case is remanded till to-morrow,&rdquo; said Boucard. &ldquo;To work,
+      gentlemen. The deuce is in it; we get nothing done here. Finish copying
+      that appeal; it must be handed in before the sitting of the Fourth
+      Chamber, judgment is to be given to-day. Come, on you go!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;If he really were Colonel Chabert, would not that impudent rascal
+      Simonnin have felt the leather of his boot in the right place when he
+      pretended to be deaf?&rdquo; said Desroches, regarding this remark as more
+      conclusive than Godeschal&rsquo;s.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Since nothing is settled,&rdquo; said Boucard, &ldquo;let us all agree to go to the
+      upper boxes of the Francais and see Talma in &lsquo;Nero.&rsquo; Simonnin may go to
+      the pit.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And thereupon the head clerk sat down at his table, and the others
+      followed his example.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;<i>Given in June eighteen hundred and fourteen</i> (in words),&rdquo; said
+      Godeschal. &ldquo;Ready?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; replied the two copying-clerks and the engrosser, whose pens
+      forthwith began to creak over the stamped paper, making as much noise in
+      the office as a hundred cockchafers imprisoned by schoolboys in paper
+      cages.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;<i>And we hope that my lords on the Bench</i>,&rdquo; the extemporizing clerk
+      went on. &ldquo;Stop! I must read my sentence through again. I do not understand
+      it myself.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Forty-six (that must often happen) and three forty-nines,&rdquo; said Boucard.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;<i>We hope</i>,&rdquo; Godeschal began again, after reading all through the
+      document, &ldquo;<i>that my lords on the Bench will not be less magnanimous than
+      the august author of the decree, and that they will do justice against the
+      miserable claims of the acting committee of the chief Board of the Legion
+      of Honor by interpreting the law in the wide sense we have here set forth</i>&mdash;&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Monsieur Godeschal, wouldn&rsquo;t you like a glass of water?&rdquo; said the little
+      messenger.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That imp of a boy!&rdquo; said Boucard. &ldquo;Here, get on your double-soled
+      shanks-mare, take this packet, and spin off to the Invalides.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;<i>Here set forth</i>,&rdquo; Godeschal went on. &ldquo;Add <i>in the interest of
+      Madame la Vicomtesse</i> (at full length) <i>de Grandlieu</i>.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What!&rdquo; cried the chief, &ldquo;are you thinking of drawing up an appeal in the
+      case of Vicomtesse de Grandlieu against the Legion of Honor&mdash;a case
+      for the office to stand or fall by? You are something like an ass! Have
+      the goodness to put aside your copies and your notes; you may keep all
+      that for the case of Navarreins against the Hospitals. It is late. I will
+      draw up a little petition myself, with a due allowance of &lsquo;inasmuch,&rsquo; and
+      go to the Courts myself.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      This scene is typical of the thousand delights which, when we look back on
+      our youth, make us say, &ldquo;Those were good times.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      At about one in the morning Colonel Chabert, self-styled, knocked at the
+      door of Maitre Derville, attorney to the Court of First Instance in the
+      Department of the Seine. The porter told him that Monsieur Derville had
+      not yet come in. The old man said he had an appointment, and was shown
+      upstairs to the rooms occupied by the famous lawyer, who, notwithstanding
+      his youth, was considered to have one of the longest heads in Paris.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Having rung, the distrustful applicant was not a little astonished at
+      finding the head clerk busily arranging in a convenient order on his
+      master&rsquo;s dining-room table the papers relating to the cases to be tried on
+      the morrow. The clerk, not less astonished, bowed to the Colonel and
+      begged him to take a seat, which the client did.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;On my word, monsieur, I thought you were joking yesterday when you named
+      such an hour for an interview,&rdquo; said the old man, with the forced mirth of
+      a ruined man, who does his best to smile.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The clerks were joking, but they were speaking the truth too,&rdquo; replied
+      the man, going on with his work. &ldquo;M. Derville chooses this hour for
+      studying his cases, taking stock of their possibilities, arranging how to
+      conduct them, deciding on the line of defence. His prodigious intellect is
+      freer at this hour&mdash;the only time when he can have the silence and
+      quiet needed for the conception of good ideas. Since he entered the
+      profession, you are the third person to come to him for a consultation at
+      this midnight hour. After coming in the chief will discuss each case, read
+      everything, spend four or five hours perhaps over the business, then he
+      will ring for me and explain to me his intentions. In the morning from ten
+      to two he hears what his clients have to say, then he spends the rest of
+      his day in appointments. In the evening he goes into society to keep up
+      his connections. So he has only the night for undermining his cases,
+      ransacking the arsenal of the code, and laying his plan of battle. He is
+      determined never to lose a case; he loves his art. He will not undertake
+      every case, as his brethren do. That is his life, an exceptionally active
+      one. And he makes a great deal of money.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      As he listened to this explanation, the old man sat silent, and his
+      strange face assumed an expression so bereft of intelligence, that the
+      clerk, after looking at him, thought no more about him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      A few minutes later Derville came in, in evening dress; his head clerk
+      opened the door to him, and went back to finish arranging the papers. The
+      young lawyer paused for a moment in amazement on seeing in the dim light
+      the strange client who awaited him. Colonel Chabert was as absolutely
+      immovable as one of the wax figures in Curtius&rsquo; collection to which
+      Godeschal had proposed to treat his fellow-clerks. This quiescence would
+      not have been a subject for astonishment if it had not completed the
+      supernatural aspect of the man&rsquo;s whole person. The old soldier was dry and
+      lean. His forehead, intentionally hidden under a smoothly combed wig, gave
+      him a look of mystery. His eyes seemed shrouded in a transparent film; you
+      would have compared them to dingy mother-of-pearl with a blue iridescence
+      changing in the gleam of the wax lights. His face, pale, livid, and as
+      thin as a knife, if I may use such a vulgar expression, was as the face of
+      the dead. Round his neck was a tight black silk stock.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Below the dark line of this rag the body was so completely hidden in
+      shadow that a man of imagination might have supposed the old head was due
+      to some chance play of light and shade, or have taken it for a portrait by
+      Rembrandt, without a frame. The brim of the hat which covered the old
+      man&rsquo;s brow cast a black line of shadow on the upper part of the face. This
+      grotesque effect, though natural, threw into relief by contrast the white
+      furrows, the cold wrinkles, the colorless tone of the corpse-like
+      countenance. And the absence of all movement in the figure, of all fire in
+      the eye, were in harmony with a certain look of melancholy madness, and
+      the deteriorating symptoms characteristic of senility, giving the face an
+      indescribably ill-starred look which no human words could render.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      But an observer, especially a lawyer, could also have read in this
+      stricken man the signs of deep sorrow, the traces of grief which had worn
+      into this face, as drops of water from the sky falling on fine marble at
+      last destroy its beauty. A physician, an author, or a judge might have
+      discerned a whole drama at the sight of its sublime horror, while the
+      least charm was its resemblance to the grotesques which artists amuse
+      themselves by sketching on a corner of the lithographic stone while
+      chatting with a friend.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      On seeing the attorney, the stranger started, with the convulsive thrill
+      that comes over a poet when a sudden noise rouses him from a fruitful
+      reverie in silence and at night. The old man hastily removed his hat and
+      rose to bow to the young man; the leather lining of his hat was doubtless
+      very greasy; his wig stuck to it without his noticing it, and left his
+      head bare, showing his skull horribly disfigured by a scar beginning at
+      the nape of the neck and ending over the right eye, a prominent seam all
+      across his head. The sudden removal of the dirty wig which the poor man
+      wore to hide this gash gave the two lawyers no inclination to laugh, so
+      horrible to behold was this riven skull. The first idea suggested by the
+      sight of this old wound was, &ldquo;His intelligence must have escaped through
+      that cut.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;If this is not Colonel Chabert, he is some thorough-going trooper!&rdquo;
+       thought Boucard.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; said Derville, &ldquo;to whom have I the honor of speaking?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;To Colonel Chabert.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Which?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;He who was killed at Eylau,&rdquo; replied the old man.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      On hearing this strange speech, the lawyer and his clerk glanced at each
+      other, as much as to say, &ldquo;He is mad.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; the Colonel went on, &ldquo;I wish to confide to you the secret of
+      my position.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      A thing worthy of note is the natural intrepidity of lawyers. Whether from
+      the habit of receiving a great many persons, or from the deep sense of the
+      protection conferred on them by the law, or from confidence in their
+      missions, they enter everywhere, fearing nothing, like priests and
+      physicians. Derville signed to Boucard, who vanished.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;During the day, sir,&rdquo; said the attorney, &ldquo;I am not so miserly of my time,
+      but at night every minute is precious. So be brief and concise. Go to the
+      facts without digression. I will ask for any explanations I may consider
+      necessary. Speak.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Having bid his strange client to be seated, the young man sat down at the
+      table; but while he gave his attention to the deceased Colonel, he turned
+      over the bundles of papers.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You know, perhaps,&rdquo; said the dead man, &ldquo;that I commanded a cavalry
+      regiment at Eylau. I was of important service to the success of Murat&rsquo;s
+      famous charge which decided the victory. Unhappily for me, my death is a
+      historical fact, recorded in <i>Victoires et Conquetes</i>, where it is
+      related in full detail. We cut through the three Russian lines, which at
+      once closed up and formed again, so that we had to repeat the movement
+      back again. At the moment when we were nearing the Emperor, after having
+      scattered the Russians, I came against a squadron of the enemy&rsquo;s cavalry.
+      I rushed at the obstinate brutes. Two Russian officers, perfect giants,
+      attacked me both at once. One of them gave me a cut across the head that
+      crashed through everything, even a black silk cap I wore next my head, and
+      cut deep into the skull. I fell from my horse. Murat came up to support
+      me. He rode over my body, he and all his men, fifteen hundred of them&mdash;there
+      might have been more! My death was announced to the Emperor, who as a
+      precaution&mdash;for he was fond of me, was the master&mdash;wished to
+      know if there were no hope of saving the man he had to thank for such a
+      vigorous attack. He sent two surgeons to identify me and bring me into
+      Hospital, saying, perhaps too carelessly, for he was very busy, &lsquo;Go and
+      see whether by any chance poor Chabert is still alive.&rsquo; These rascally
+      saw-bones, who had just seen me lying under the hoofs of the horses of two
+      regiments, no doubt did not trouble themselves to feel my pulse, and
+      reported that I was quite dead. The certificate of death was probably made
+      out in accordance with the rules of military jurisprudence.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      As he heard his visitor express himself with complete lucidity, and relate
+      a story so probable though so strange, the young lawyer ceased fingering
+      the papers, rested his left elbow on the table, and with his head on his
+      hand looked steadily at the Colonel.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do you know, monsieur, that I am lawyer to the Countess Ferraud,&rdquo; he
+      said, interrupting the speaker, &ldquo;Colonel Chabert&rsquo;s widow?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;My wife&mdash;yes monsieur. Therefore, after a hundred fruitless attempts
+      to interest lawyers, who have all thought me mad, I made up my mind to
+      come to you. I will tell you of my misfortunes afterwards; for the
+      present, allow me to prove the facts, explaining rather how things must
+      have fallen out rather than how they did occur. Certain circumstances,
+      known, I suppose to no one but the Almighty, compel me to speak of some
+      things as hypothetical. The wounds I had received must presumably have
+      produced tetanus, or have thrown me into a state analogous to that of a
+      disease called, I believe, catalepsy. Otherwise how is it conceivable that
+      I should have been stripped, as is the custom in time of the war, and
+      thrown into the common grave by the men ordered to bury the dead?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Allow me here to refer to a detail of which I could know nothing till
+      after the event, which, after all, I must speak of as my death. At
+      Stuttgart, in 1814, I met an old quartermaster of my regiment. This dear
+      fellow, the only man who chose to recognize me, and of whom I will tell
+      you more later, explained the marvel of my preservation, by telling me
+      that my horse was shot in the flank at the moment when I was wounded. Man
+      and beast went down together, like a monk cut out of card-paper. As I
+      fell, to the right or to the left, I was no doubt covered by the body of
+      my horse, which protected me from being trampled to death or hit by a
+      ball.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;When I came to myself, monsieur, I was in a position and an atmosphere of
+      which I could give you no idea if I talked till to-morrow. The little air
+      there was to breathe was foul. I wanted to move, and found no room. I
+      opened my eyes, and saw nothing. The most alarming circumstance was the
+      lack of air, and this enlightened me as to my situation. I understood that
+      no fresh air could penetrate to me, and that I must die. This thought took
+      off the sense of intolerable pain which had aroused me. There was a
+      violent singing in my ears. I heard&mdash;or I thought I heard, I will
+      assert nothing&mdash;groans from the world of dead among whom I was lying.
+      Some nights I still think I hear those stifled moans; though the
+      remembrance of that time is very obscure, and my memory very indistinct,
+      in spite of my impressions of far more acute suffering I was fated to go
+      through, and which have confused my ideas.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But there was something more awful than cries; there was a silence such
+      as I have never known elsewhere&mdash;literally, the silence of the grave.
+      At last, by raising my hands and feeling the dead, I discerned a vacant
+      space between my head and the human carrion above. I could thus measure
+      the space, granted by a chance of which I knew not the cause. It would
+      seem that, thanks to the carelessness and the haste with which we had been
+      pitched into the trench, two dead bodies had leaned across and against
+      each other, forming an angle like that made by two cards when a child is
+      building a card castle. Feeling about me at once, for there was no time
+      for play, I happily felt an arm lying detached, the arm of a Hercules! A
+      stout bone, to which I owed my rescue. But for this unhoped-for help, I
+      must have perished. But with a fury you may imagine, I began to work my
+      way through the bodies which separated me from the layer of earth which
+      had no doubt been thrown over us&mdash;I say us, as if there had been
+      others living! I worked with a will, monsieur, for here I am! But to this
+      day I do not know how I succeeded in getting through the pile of flesh
+      which formed a barrier between me and life. You will say I had three arms.
+      This crowbar, which I used cleverly enough, opened out a little air
+      between the bodies I moved, and I economized my breath. At last I saw
+      daylight, but through snow!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;At that moment I perceived that my head was cut open. Happily my blood,
+      or that of my comrades, or perhaps the torn skin of my horse, who knows,
+      had in coagulating formed a sort of natural plaster. But, in spite of it,
+      I fainted away when my head came into contact with the snow. However, the
+      little warmth left in me melted the snow about me; and when I recovered
+      consciousness, I found myself in the middle of a round hole, where I stood
+      shouting as long as I could. But the sun was rising, so I had very little
+      chance of being heard. Was there any one in the fields yet? I pulled
+      myself up, using my feet as a spring, resting on one of the dead, whose
+      ribs were firm. You may suppose that this was not the moment for saying,
+      &lsquo;Respect courage in misfortune!&rsquo; In short, monsieur, after enduring the
+      anguish, if the word is strong enough for my frenzy, of seeing for a long
+      time, yes, quite a long time, those cursed Germans flying from a voice
+      they heard where they could see no one, I was dug out by a woman, who was
+      brave or curious enough to come close to my head, which must have looked
+      as though it had sprouted from the ground like a mushroom. This woman went
+      to fetch her husband, and between them they got me to their poor hovel.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;It would seem that I must have again fallen into a catalepsy&mdash;allow
+      me to use the word to describe a state of which I have no idea, but which,
+      from the account given by my hosts, I suppose to have been the effect of
+      that malady. I remained for six months between life and death; not
+      speaking, or, if I spoke, talking in delirium. At last, my hosts got me
+      admitted to the hospital at Heilsberg.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You will understand, Monsieur, that I came out of the womb of the grave
+      as naked as I came from my mother&rsquo;s; so that six months afterwards, when I
+      remembered, one fine morning, that I had been Colonel Chabert, and when,
+      on recovering my wits, I tried to exact from my nurse rather more respect
+      than she paid to any poor devil, all my companions in the ward began to
+      laugh. Luckily for me, the surgeon, out of professional pride, had
+      answered for my cure, and was naturally interested in his patient. When I
+      told him coherently about my former life, this good man, named Sparchmann,
+      signed a deposition, drawn up in the legal form of his country, giving an
+      account of the miraculous way in which I had escaped from the trench dug
+      for the dead, the day and hour when I had been found by my benefactress
+      and her husband, the nature and exact spot of my injuries, adding to these
+      documents a description of my person.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, monsieur, I have neither these important pieces of evidence, nor
+      the declaration I made before a notary at Heilsberg, with a view to
+      establishing my identity. From the day when I was turned out of that town
+      by the events of the war, I have wandered about like a vagabond, begging
+      my bread, treated as a madman when I have told my story, without ever
+      having found or earned a sou to enable me to recover the deeds which would
+      prove my statements, and restore me to society. My sufferings have often
+      kept me for six months at a time in some little town, where every care was
+      taken of the invalid Frenchman, but where he was laughed at to his face as
+      soon as he said he was Colonel Chabert. For a long time that laughter,
+      those doubts, used to put me into rages which did me harm, and which even
+      led to my being locked up at Stuttgart as a madman. And indeed, as you may
+      judge from my story, there was ample reason for shutting a man up.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;At the end of two years&rsquo; detention, which I was compelled to submit to,
+      after hearing my keepers say a thousand times, &lsquo;Here is a poor man who
+      thinks he is Colonel Chabert&rsquo; to people who would reply, &lsquo;Poor fellow!&rsquo; I
+      became convinced of the impossibility of my own adventure. I grew
+      melancholy, resigned, and quiet, and gave up calling myself Colonel
+      Chabert, in order to get out of my prison, and see France once more. Oh,
+      monsieur! To see Paris again was a delirium which I&mdash;&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Without finishing his sentence, Colonel Chabert fell into a deep study,
+      which Derville respected.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;One fine day,&rdquo; his visitor resumed, &ldquo;one spring day, they gave me the key
+      of the fields, as we say, and ten thalers, admitting that I talked quite
+      sensibly on all subjects, and no longer called myself Colonel Chabert. On
+      my honor, at that time, and even to this day, sometimes I hate my name. I
+      wish I were not myself. The sense of my rights kills me. If my illness had
+      but deprived me of all memory of my past life, I could be happy. I should
+      have entered the service again under any name, no matter what, and should,
+      perhaps, have been made Field-Marshal in Austria or Russia. Who knows?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; said the attorney, &ldquo;you have upset all my ideas. I feel as if
+      I heard you in a dream. Pause for a moment, I beg of you.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You are the only person,&rdquo; said the Colonel, with a melancholy look, &ldquo;who
+      ever listened to me so patiently. No lawyer has been willing to lend me
+      ten napoleons to enable me to procure from Germany the necessary documents
+      to begin my lawsuit&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What lawsuit?&rdquo; said the attorney, who had forgotten his client&rsquo;s painful
+      position in listening to the narrative of his past sufferings.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why, monsieur, is not the Comtesse Ferraud my wife? She has thirty
+      thousand francs a year, which belong to me, and she will not give me a
+      son. When I tell lawyers these things&mdash;men of sense; when I propose&mdash;I,
+      a beggar&mdash;to bring action against a Count and Countess; when I&mdash;a
+      dead man&mdash;bring up as against a certificate of death a certificate of
+      marriage and registers of births, they show me out, either with the air of
+      cold politeness, which you all know how to assume to rid yourself of a
+      hapless wretch, or brutally, like men who think they have to deal with a
+      swindler or a madman&mdash;it depends on their nature. I have been buried
+      under the dead; but now I am buried under the living, under papers, under
+      facts, under the whole of society, which wants to shove me underground
+      again!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Pray resume your narrative,&rdquo; said Derville.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;Pray resume it!&rsquo;&rdquo; cried the hapless old man, taking the young lawyer&rsquo;s
+      hand. &ldquo;That is the first polite word I have heard since&mdash;&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Colonel wept. Gratitude choked his voice. The appealing and
+      unutterable eloquence that lies in the eyes, in a gesture, even in
+      silence, entirely convinced Derville, and touched him deeply.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Listen, monsieur,&rdquo; said he; &ldquo;I have this evening won three hundred francs
+      at cards. I may very well lay out half that sum in making a man happy. I
+      will begin the inquiries and researches necessary to obtain the documents
+      of which you speak, and until they arrive I will give you five francs a
+      day. If you are Colonel Chabert, you will pardon the smallness of the loan
+      as it is coming from a young man who has his fortune to make. Proceed.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Colonel, as he called himself, sat for a moment motionless and
+      bewildered; the depth of his woes had no doubt destroyed his powers of
+      belief. Though he was eager in pursuit of his military distinction, of his
+      fortune, of himself, perhaps it was in obedience to the inexplicable
+      feeling, the latent germ in every man&rsquo;s heart, to which we owe the
+      experiments of alchemists, the passion for glory, the discoveries of
+      astronomy and of physics, everything which prompts man to expand his being
+      by multiplying himself through deeds or ideas. In his mind the <i>Ego</i>
+      was now but a secondary object, just as the vanity of success or the
+      pleasures of winning become dearer to the gambler than the object he has
+      at stake. The young lawyer&rsquo;s words were as a miracle to this man, for ten
+      years repudiated by his wife, by justice, by the whole social creation. To
+      find in a lawyer&rsquo;s office the ten gold pieces which had so long been
+      refused him by so many people, and in so many ways! The colonel was like
+      the lady who, having been ill of a fever for fifteen years, fancied she
+      had some fresh complaint when she was cured. There are joys in which we
+      have ceased to believe; they fall on us, it is like a thunderbolt; they
+      burn us. The poor man&rsquo;s gratitude was too great to find utterance. To
+      superficial observers he seemed cold, but Derville saw complete honesty
+      under this amazement. A swindler would have found his voice.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Where was I?&rdquo; said the Colonel, with the simplicity of a child or of a
+      soldier, for there is often something of the child in a true soldier, and
+      almost always something of the soldier in a child, especially in France.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;At Stuttgart. You were out of prison,&rdquo; said Derville.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You know my wife?&rdquo; asked the Colonel.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Derville, with a bow.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What is she like?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Still quite charming.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The old man held up his hand, and seemed to be swallowing down some secret
+      anguish with the grave and solemn resignation that is characteristic of
+      men who have stood the ordeal of blood and fire on the battlefield.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; said he, with a sort of cheerfulness&mdash;for he breathed
+      again, the poor Colonel; he had again risen from the grave; he had just
+      melted a covering of snow less easily thawed than that which had once
+      before frozen his head; and he drew a deep breath, as if he had just
+      escaped from a dungeon&mdash;&ldquo;Monsieur, if I had been a handsome young
+      fellow, none of my misfortunes would have befallen me. Women believe in
+      men when they flavor their speeches with the word Love. They hurry then,
+      they come, they go, they are everywhere at once; they intrigue, they
+      assert facts, they play the very devil for a man who takes their fancy.
+      But how could I interest a woman? I had a face like a Requiem. I was
+      dressed like a <i>sans-culotte</i>. I was more like an Esquimaux than a
+      Frenchman&mdash;I, who had formerly been considered one of the smartest of
+      fops in 1799!&mdash;I, Chabert, Count of the Empire.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, on the very day when I was turned out into the streets like a dog,
+      I met the quartermaster of whom I just now spoke. This old soldier&rsquo;s name
+      was Boutin. The poor devil and I made the queerest pair of broken-down
+      hacks I ever set eyes on. I met him out walking; but though I recognized
+      him, he could not possibly guess who I was. We went into a tavern
+      together. In there, when I told him my name, Boutin&rsquo;s mouth opened from
+      ear to ear in a roar of laughter, like the bursting of a mortar. That
+      mirth, monsieur, was one of the keenest pangs I have known. It told me
+      without disguise how great were the changes in me! I was, then,
+      unrecognizable even to the humblest and most grateful of my former
+      friends!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I had once saved Boutin&rsquo;s life, but it was only the repayment of a debt I
+      owed him. I need not tell you how he did me this service; it was at
+      Ravenna, in Italy. The house where Boutin prevented my being stabbed was
+      not extremely respectable. At that time I was not a colonel, but, like
+      Boutin himself, a common trooper. Happily there were certain details of
+      this adventure which could be known only to us two, and when I recalled
+      them to his mind his incredulity diminished. I then told him the story of
+      my singular experiences. Although my eyes and my voice, he told me, were
+      strangely altered, although I had neither hair, teeth, nor eyebrows, and
+      was as colorless as an Albino, he at last recognized his Colonel in the
+      beggar, after a thousand questions, which I answered triumphantly.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;He related his adventures; they were not less extraordinary than my own;
+      he had lately come back from the frontiers of China, which he had tried to
+      cross after escaping from Siberia. He told me of the catastrophe of the
+      Russian campaign, and of Napoleon&rsquo;s first abdication. That news was one of
+      the things which caused me most anguish!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;We were two curious derelicts, having been rolled over the globe as
+      pebbles are rolled by the ocean when storms bear them from shore to shore.
+      Between us we had seen Egypt, Syria, Spain, Russia, Holland, Germany,
+      Italy and Dalmatia, England, China, Tartary, Siberia; the only thing
+      wanting was that neither of us had been to America or the Indies. Finally,
+      Boutin, who still was more locomotive than I, undertook to go to Paris as
+      quickly as might be to inform my wife of the predicament in which I was. I
+      wrote a long letter full of details to Madame Chabert. That, monsieur, was
+      the fourth! If I had had any relations, perhaps nothing of all this might
+      have happened; but, to be frank with you, I am but a workhouse child, a
+      soldier, whose sole fortune was his courage, whose sole family is mankind
+      at large, whose country is France, whose only protector is the Almighty.&mdash;Nay,
+      I am wrong! I had a father&mdash;the Emperor! Ah! if he were but here, the
+      dear man! If he could see <i>his Chabert</i>, as he used to call me, in
+      the state in which I am now, he would be in a rage! What is to be done?
+      Our sun is set, and we are all out in the cold now. After all, political
+      events might account for my wife&rsquo;s silence!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Boutin set out. He was a lucky fellow! He had two bears, admirably
+      trained, which brought him in a living. I could not go with him; the pain
+      I suffered forbade my walking long stages. I wept, monsieur, when we
+      parted, after I had gone as far as my state allowed in company with him
+      and his bears. At Carlsruhe I had an attack of neuralgia in the head, and
+      lay for six weeks on straw in an inn. I should never have ended if I were
+      to tell you all the distresses of my life as a beggar. Moral suffering,
+      before which physical suffering pales, nevertheless excites less pity,
+      because it is not seen. I remember shedding tears, as I stood in front of
+      a fine house in Strassburg where once I had given an entertainment, and
+      where nothing was given me, not even a piece of bread. Having agreed with
+      Boutin on the road I was to take, I went to every post-office to ask if
+      there were a letter or some money for me. I arrived at Paris without
+      having found either. What despair I had been forced to endure! &lsquo;Boutin
+      must be dead! I told myself, and in fact the poor fellow was killed at
+      Waterloo. I heard of his death later, and by mere chance. His errand to my
+      wife had, of course, been fruitless.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;At last I entered Paris&mdash;with the Cossacks. To me this was grief on
+      grief. On seeing the Russians in France, I quite forgot that I had no
+      shoes on my feet nor money in my pocket. Yes, monsieur, my clothes were in
+      tatters. The evening before I reached Paris I was obliged to bivouac in
+      the woods of Claye. The chill of the night air no doubt brought on an
+      attack of some nameless complaint which seized me as I was crossing the
+      Faubourg Saint-Martin. I dropped almost senseless at the door of an
+      ironmonger&rsquo;s shop. When I recovered I was in a bed in the Hotel-Dieu.
+      There I stayed very contentedly for about a month. I was then turned out;
+      I had no money, but I was well, and my feet were on the good stones of
+      Paris. With what delight and haste did I make my way to the Rue du
+      Mont-Blanc, where my wife should be living in a house belonging to me!
+      Bah! the Rue du Mont-Blanc was now the Rue de la Chausee d&rsquo;Antin; I could
+      not find my house; it had been sold and pulled down. Speculators had built
+      several houses over my gardens. Not knowing that my wife had married M.
+      Ferraud, I could obtain no information.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;At last I went to the house of an old lawyer who had been in charge of my
+      affairs. This worthy man was dead, after selling his connection to a
+      younger man. This gentleman informed me, to my great surprise, of the
+      administration of my estate, the settlement of the moneys, of my wife&rsquo;s
+      marriage, and the birth of her two children. When I told him that I was
+      Colonel Chabert, he laughed so heartily that I left him without saying
+      another word. My detention at Stuttgart had suggested possibilities of
+      Charenton, and I determined to act with caution. Then, monsieur, knowing
+      where my wife lived, I went to her house, my heart high with hope.&mdash;Well,&rdquo;
+       said the Colonel, with a gesture of concentrated fury, &ldquo;when I called
+      under an assumed name I was not admitted, and on the day when I used my
+      own I was turned out of doors.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;To see the Countess come home from a ball or the play in the early
+      morning, I have sat whole nights through, crouching close to the wall of
+      her gateway. My eyes pierced the depths of the carriage, which flashed
+      past me with the swiftness of lightning, and I caught a glimpse of the
+      woman who is my wife and no longer mine. Oh, from that day I have lived
+      for vengeance!&rdquo; cried the old man in a hollow voice, and suddenly standing
+      up in front of Derville. &ldquo;She knows that I am alive; since my return she
+      has had two letters written with my own hand. She loves me no more!&mdash;I&mdash;I
+      know not whether I love or hate her. I long for her and curse her by
+      turns. To me she owes all her fortune, all her happiness; well, she has
+      not sent me the very smallest pittance. Sometimes I do not know what will
+      become of me!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      With these words the veteran dropped on to his chair again and remained
+      motionless. Derville sat in silence, studying his client.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;It is a serious business,&rdquo; he said at length, mechanically. &ldquo;Even
+      granting the genuineness of the documents to be procured from Heilsberg,
+      it is not proved to me that we can at once win our case. It must go before
+      three tribunals in succession. I must think such a matter over with a
+      clear head; it is quite exceptional.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh,&rdquo; said the Colonel, coldly, with a haughty jerk of his head, &ldquo;if I
+      fail, I can die&mdash;but not alone.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The feeble old man had vanished. The eyes were those of a man of energy,
+      lighted up with the spark of desire and revenge.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;We must perhaps compromise,&rdquo; said the lawyer.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Compromise!&rdquo; echoed Colonel Chabert. &ldquo;Am I dead, or am I alive?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I hope, monsieur,&rdquo; the attorney went on, &ldquo;that you will follow my advice.
+      Your cause is mine. You will soon perceive the interest I take in your
+      situation, almost unexampled in judicial records. For the moment I will
+      give you a letter to my notary, who will pay to your order fifty francs
+      every ten days. It would be unbecoming for you to come here to receive
+      alms. If you are Colonel Chabert, you ought to be at no man&rsquo;s mercy. I
+      shall record these advances as a loan; you have estates to recover; you
+      are rich.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      This delicate compassion brought tears to the old man&rsquo;s eyes. Derville
+      rose hastily, for it was perhaps not correct for a lawyer to show emotion;
+      he went into the adjoining room, and came back with an unsealed letter,
+      which he gave to the Colonel. When the poor man held it in his hand, he
+      felt through the paper two gold pieces.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Will you be good enough to describe the documents, and tell me the name
+      of the town, and in what kingdom?&rdquo; said the lawyer.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Colonel dictated the information, and verified the spelling of the
+      names of places; then he took his hat in one hand, looked at Derville, and
+      held out the other&mdash;a horny hand, saying with much simplicity:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;On my honor, sir, after the Emperor, you are the man to whom I shall owe
+      most. You are a splendid fellow!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The attorney clapped his hand into the Colonel&rsquo;s, saw him to the stairs,
+      and held a light for him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Boucard,&rdquo; said Derville to his head clerk, &ldquo;I have just listened to a
+      tale that may cost me five and twenty louis. If I am robbed, I shall not
+      regret the money, for I shall have seen the most consummate actor of the
+      day.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      When the Colonel was in the street and close to a lamp, he took the two
+      twenty-franc pieces out of the letter and looked at them for a moment
+      under the light. It was the first gold he had seen for nine years.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I may smoke cigars!&rdquo; he said to himself.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      About three months after this interview, at night, in Derville&rsquo;s room, the
+      notary commissioned to advance the half-pay on Derville&rsquo;s account to his
+      eccentric client, came to consult the attorney on a serious matter, and
+      began by begging him to refund the six hundred francs that the old soldier
+      had received.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Are you amusing yourself with pensioning the old army?&rdquo; said the notary,
+      laughing&mdash;a young man named Crottat, who had just bought up the
+      office in which he had been head clerk, his chief having fled in
+      consequence of a disastrous bankruptcy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I have to thank you, my dear sir, for reminding me of that affair,&rdquo;
+       replied Derville. &ldquo;My philanthropy will not carry me beyond twenty-five
+      louis; I have, I fear, already been the dupe of my patriotism.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      As Derville finished the sentence, he saw on his desk the papers his head
+      clerk had laid out for him. His eye was struck by the appearance of the
+      stamps&mdash;long, square, and triangular, in red and blue ink, which
+      distinguished a letter that had come through the Prussian, Austrian,
+      Bavarian, and French post-offices.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Ah ha!&rdquo; said he with a laugh, &ldquo;here is the last act of the comedy; now we
+      shall see if I have been taken in!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      He took up the letter and opened it; but he could not read it; it was
+      written in German.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Boucard, go yourself and have this letter translated, and bring it back
+      immediately,&rdquo; said Derville, half opening his study door, and giving the
+      letter to the head clerk.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The notary at Berlin, to whom the lawyer had written, informed him that
+      the documents he had been requested to forward would arrive within a few
+      days of this note announcing them. They were, he said, all perfectly
+      regular and duly witnessed, and legally stamped to serve as evidence in
+      law. He also informed him that almost all the witnesses to the facts
+      recorded under these affidavits were still to be found at Eylau, in
+      Prussia, and that the woman to whom M. le Comte Chabert owed his life was
+      still living in a suburb of Heilsberg.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;This looks like business,&rdquo; cried Derville, when Boucard had given him the
+      substance of the letter. &ldquo;But look here, my boy,&rdquo; he went on, addressing
+      the notary, &ldquo;I shall want some information which ought to exist in your
+      office. Was it not that old rascal Roguin&mdash;?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;We will say that unfortunate, that ill-used Roguin,&rdquo; interrupted
+      Alexandre Crottat with a laugh.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, was it not that ill-used man who has just carried off eight hundred
+      thousand francs of his clients&rsquo; money, and reduced several families to
+      despair, who effected the settlement of Chabert&rsquo;s estate? I fancy I have
+      seen that in the documents in our case of Ferraud.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Crottat. &ldquo;It was when I was third clerk; I copied the papers
+      and studied them thoroughly. Rose Chapotel, wife and widow of Hyacinthe,
+      called Chabert, Count of the Empire, grand officer of the Legion of Honor.
+      They had married without settlement; thus, they held all the property in
+      common. To the best of my recollections, the personalty was about six
+      hundred thousand francs. Before his marriage, Colonel Chabert had made a
+      will in favor of the hospitals of Paris, by which he left them one-quarter
+      of the fortune he might possess at the time of his decease, the State to
+      take the other quarter. The will was contested, there was a forced sale,
+      and then a division, for the attorneys went at a pace. At the time of the
+      settlement the monster who was then governing France handed over to the
+      widow, by special decree, the portion bequeathed to the treasury.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;So that Comte Chabert&rsquo;s personal fortune was no more than three hundred
+      thousand francs?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Consequently so it was, old fellow!&rdquo; said Crottat. &ldquo;You lawyers sometimes
+      are very clear-headed, though you are accused of false practices in
+      pleading for one side or the other.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Colonel Chabert, whose address was written at the bottom of the first
+      receipt he had given the notary, was lodging in the Faubourg
+      Saint-Marceau, Rue du Petit-Banquier, with an old quartermaster of the
+      Imperial Guard, now a cowkeeper, named Vergniaud. Having reached the spot,
+      Derville was obliged to go on foot in search of his client, for his
+      coachman declined to drive along an unpaved street, where the ruts were
+      rather too deep for cab wheels. Looking about him on all sides, the lawyer
+      at last discovered at the end of the street nearest to the boulevard,
+      between two walls built of bones and mud, two shabby stone gate-posts,
+      much knocked about by carts, in spite of two wooden stumps that served as
+      blocks. These posts supported a cross beam with a penthouse coping of
+      tiles, and on the beam, in red letters, were the words, &ldquo;Vergniaud,
+      dairyman.&rdquo; To the right of this inscription were some eggs, to the left a
+      cow, all painted in white. The gate was open, and no doubt remained open
+      all day. Beyond a good-sized yard there was a house facing the gate, if
+      indeed the name of house may be applied to one of the hovels built in the
+      neighborhood of Paris, which are like nothing else, not even the most
+      wretched dwellings in the country, of which they have all the poverty
+      without their poetry.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Indeed, in the midst of the fields, even a hovel may have a certain grace
+      derived from the pure air, the verdure, the open country&mdash;a hill, a
+      serpentine road, vineyards, quickset hedges, moss-grown thatch and rural
+      implements; but poverty in Paris gains dignity only by horror. Though
+      recently built, this house seemed ready to fall into ruins. None of its
+      materials had found a legitimate use; they had been collected from the
+      various demolitions which are going on every day in Paris. On a shutter
+      made of the boards of a shop-sign Derville read the words, &ldquo;Fancy Goods.&rdquo;
+       The windows were all mismatched and grotesquely placed. The ground floor,
+      which seemed to be the habitable part, was on one side raised above the
+      soil, and on the other sunk in the rising ground. Between the gate and the
+      house lay a puddle full of stable litter, into which flowed the rain-water
+      and house waste. The back wall of this frail construction, which seemed
+      rather more solidly built than the rest, supported a row of barred
+      hutches, where rabbits bred their numerous families. To the right of the
+      gate was the cowhouse, with a loft above for fodder; it communicated with
+      the house through the dairy. To the left was a poultry yard, with a stable
+      and pig-styes, the roofs finished, like that of the house, with rough deal
+      boards nailed so as to overlap, and shabbily thatched with rushes.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Like most of the places where the elements of the huge meal daily devoured
+      by Paris are every day prepared, the yard Derville now entered showed
+      traces of the hurry that comes of the necessity for being ready at a fixed
+      hour. The large pot-bellied tin cans in which milk is carried, and the
+      little pots for cream, were flung pell-mell at the dairy door, with their
+      linen-covered stoppers. The rags that were used to clean them, fluttered
+      in the sunshine, riddled with holes, hanging to strings fastened to poles.
+      The placid horse, of a breed known only to milk-women, had gone a few
+      steps from the cart, and was standing in front of the stable, the door
+      being shut. A goat was munching the shoots of a starved and dusty vine
+      that clung to the cracked yellow wall of the house. A cat, squatting on
+      the cream jars, was licking them over. The fowls, scared by Derville&rsquo;s
+      approach, scuttered away screaming, and the watch-dog barked.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And the man who decided the victory at Eylau is to be found here!&rdquo; said
+      Derville to himself, as his eyes took in at a glance the general effect of
+      the squalid scene.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The house had been left in charge of three little boys. One, who had
+      climbed to the top of the cart loaded with hay, was pitching stones into
+      the chimney of a neighboring house, in the hope that they might fall into
+      a saucepan; another was trying to get a pig into a cart, to hoist it by
+      making the whole thing tilt. When Derville asked them if M. Chabert lived
+      there, neither of them replied, but all three looked at him with a sort of
+      bright stupidity, if I may combine those two words. Derville repeated his
+      questions, but without success. Provoked by the saucy cunning of these
+      three imps, he abused them with the sort of pleasantry which young men
+      think they have the right to address to little boys, and they broke the
+      silence with a horse-laugh. Then Derville was angry.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Colonel, hearing him, now came out of the little low room, close to
+      the dairy, and stood on the threshold of his doorway with indescribable
+      military coolness. He had in his mouth a very finely-colored pipe&mdash;a
+      technical phrase to a smoker&mdash;a humble, short clay pipe of the kind
+      called &ldquo;<i>brule-queule</i>.&rdquo; He lifted the peak of a dreadfully greasy
+      cloth cap, saw Derville, and came straight across the midden to join his
+      benefactor the sooner, calling out in friendly tones to the boys:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Silence in the ranks!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The children at once kept a respectful silence, which showed the power the
+      old soldier had over them.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why did you not write to me?&rdquo; he said to Derville. &ldquo;Go along by the
+      cowhouse! There&mdash;the path is paved there,&rdquo; he exclaimed, seeing the
+      lawyer&rsquo;s hesitancy, for he did not wish to wet his feet in the manure
+      heap.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Jumping from one dry spot to another, Derville reached the door by which
+      the Colonel had come out. Chabert seemed but ill pleased at having to
+      receive him in the bed-room he occupied; and, in fact, Derville found but
+      one chair there. The Colonel&rsquo;s bed consisted of some trusses of straw,
+      over which his hostess had spread two or three of those old fragments of
+      carpet, picked up heaven knows where, which milk-women use to cover the
+      seats of their carts. The floor was simply the trodden earth. The walls,
+      sweating salt-petre, green with mould, and full of cracks, were so
+      excessively damp that on the side where the Colonel&rsquo;s bed was a reed mat
+      had been nailed. The famous box-coat hung on a nail. Two pairs of old
+      boots lay in a corner. There was not a sign of linen. On the worm-eaten
+      table the <i>Bulletins de la Grande Armee</i>, reprinted by Plancher, lay
+      open, and seemed to be the Colonel&rsquo;s reading; his countenance was calm and
+      serene in the midst of this squalor. His visit to Derville seemed to have
+      altered his features; the lawyer perceived in them traces of a happy
+      feeling, a particular gleam set there by hope.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Does the smell of the pipe annoy you?&rdquo; he said, placing the dilapidated
+      straw-bottomed chair for his lawyer.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But, Colonel, you are dreadfully uncomfortable here!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The speech was wrung from Derville by the distrust natural to lawyers, and
+      the deplorable experience which they derive early in life from the
+      appalling and obscure tragedies at which they look on.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Here,&rdquo; said he to himself, &ldquo;is a man who has of course spent my money in
+      satisfying a trooper&rsquo;s three theological virtues&mdash;play, wine, and
+      women!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;To be sure, monsieur, we are not distinguished for luxury here. It is a
+      camp lodging, tempered by friendship, but&mdash;&mdash;&rdquo; And the soldier
+      shot a deep glance at the man of law&mdash;&ldquo;I have done no one wrong, I
+      have never turned my back on anybody, and I sleep in peace.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Derville reflected that there would be some want of delicacy in asking his
+      client to account for the sums of money he had advanced, so he merely
+      said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But why would you not come to Paris, where you might have lived as
+      cheaply as you do here, but where you would have been better lodged?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why,&rdquo; replied the Colonel, &ldquo;the good folks with whom I am living had
+      taken me in and fed me <i>gratis</i> for a year. How could I leave them
+      just when I had a little money? Besides, the father of those three pickles
+      is an old <i>Egyptian</i>&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;An Egyptian!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;We give that name to the troopers who came back from the expedition into
+      Egypt, of which I was one. Not merely are all who get back brothers;
+      Vergniaud was in my regiment. We have shared a draught of water in the
+      desert; and besides, I have not yet finished teaching his brats to read.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;He might have lodged you better for your money,&rdquo; said Derville.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Bah!&rdquo; said the Colonel, &ldquo;his children sleep on the straw as I do. He and
+      his wife have no better bed; they are very poor you see. They have taken a
+      bigger business than they can manage. But if I recover my fortune...
+      However, it does very well.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Colonel, to-morrow or the next day, I shall receive your papers from
+      Heilsberg. The woman who dug you out is still alive!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Curse the money! To think I haven&rsquo;t got any!&rdquo; he cried, flinging his pipe
+      on the ground.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now, a well-colored pipe is to a smoker a precious possession; but the
+      impulse was so natural, the emotion so generous, that every smoker, and
+      the excise office itself, would have pardoned this crime of treason to
+      tobacco. Perhaps the angels may have picked up the pieces.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Colonel, it is an exceedingly complicated business,&rdquo; said Derville as
+      they left the room to walk up and down in the sunshine.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;To me,&rdquo; said the soldier, &ldquo;it appears exceedingly simple. I was thought
+      to be dead, and here I am! Give me back my wife and my fortune; give me
+      the rank of General, to which I have a right, for I was made Colonel of
+      the Imperial Guard the day before the battle of Eylau.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Things are not done so in the legal world,&rdquo; said Derville. &ldquo;Listen to me.
+      You are Colonel Chabert, I am glad to think it; but it has to be proved
+      judicially to persons whose interest it will be to deny it. Hence, your
+      papers will be disputed. That contention will give rise to ten or twelve
+      preliminary inquiries. Every question will be sent under contradiction up
+      to the supreme court, and give rise to so many costly suits, which will
+      hang on for a long time, however eagerly I may push them. Your opponents
+      will demand an inquiry, which we cannot refuse, and which may necessitate
+      the sending of a commission of investigation to Prussia. But even if we
+      hope for the best; supposing that justice should at once recognize you as
+      Colonel Chabert&mdash;can we know how the questions will be settled that
+      will arise out of the very innocent bigamy committed by the Comtesse
+      Ferraud?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;In your case, the point of law is unknown to the Code, and can only be
+      decided as a point in equity, as a jury decides in the delicate cases
+      presented by the social eccentricities of some criminal prosecutions. Now,
+      you had no children by your marriage; M. le Comte Ferraud has two. The
+      judges might pronounce against the marriage where the family ties are
+      weakest, to the confirmation of that where they are stronger, since it was
+      contracted in perfect good faith. Would you be in a very becoming moral
+      position if you insisted, at your age, and in your present circumstances,
+      in resuming your rights over a woman who no longer loves you? You will
+      have both your wife and her husband against you, two important persons who
+      might influence the Bench. Thus, there are many elements which would
+      prolong the case; you will have time to grow old in the bitterest
+      regrets.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And my fortune?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do you suppose you had a fine fortune?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Had I not thirty thousand francs a year?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;My dear Colonel, in 1799 you made a will before your marriage, leaving
+      one-quarter of your property to hospitals.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That is true.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, when you were reported dead, it was necessary to make a valuation,
+      and have a sale, to give this quarter away. Your wife was not particular
+      about honesty as to the poor. The valuation, in which she no doubt took
+      care not to include the ready money or jewelry, or too much of the plate,
+      and in which the furniture would be estimated at two-thirds of its actual
+      cost, either to benefit her, or to lighten the succession duty, and also
+      because a valuer can be held responsible for the declared value&mdash;the
+      valuation thus made stood at six hundred thousand francs. Your wife had a
+      right of half for her share. Everything was sold and bought in by her; she
+      got something out of it all, and the hospitals got their seventy-five
+      thousand francs. Then, as the remainder went to the State, since you had
+      made no mention of your wife in your will, the Emperor restored to your
+      widow by decree the residue which would have reverted to the Exchequer.
+      So, now, what can you claim? Three hundred thousand francs, no more, and
+      minus the costs.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And you call that justice!&rdquo; said the Colonel, in dismay.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why, certainly&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;A pretty kind of justice!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;So it is, my dear Colonel. You see, that what you thought so easy is not
+      so. Madame Ferraud might even choose to keep the sum given to her by the
+      Emperor.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But she was not a widow. The decree is utterly void&mdash;&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I agree with you. But every case can get a hearing. Listen to me. I think
+      that under these circumstances a compromise would be both for her and for
+      you the best solution of the question. You will gain by it a more
+      considerable sum than you can prove a right to.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That would be to sell my wife!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;With twenty-four thousand francs a year you could find a woman who, in
+      the position in which you are, would suit you better than your own wife,
+      and make you happier. I propose going this very day to see the Comtesse
+      Ferraud and sounding the ground; but I would not take such a step without
+      giving you due notice.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Let us go together.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What, just as you are?&rdquo; said the lawyer. &ldquo;No, my dear Colonel, no. You
+      might lose your case on the spot.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Can I possibly gain it?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;On every count,&rdquo; replied Derville. &ldquo;But, my dear Colonel Chabert, you
+      overlook one thing. I am not rich; the price of my connection is not
+      wholly paid up. If the bench should allow you a maintenance, that is to
+      say, a sum advanced on your prospects, they will not do so till you have
+      proved that you are Comte Chabert, grand officer of the Legion of Honor.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;To be sure, I am a grand officer of the Legion of Honor; I had forgotten
+      that,&rdquo; said he simply.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, until then,&rdquo; Derville went on, &ldquo;will you not have to engage
+      pleaders, to have documents copied, to keep the underlings of the law
+      going, and to support yourself? The expenses of the preliminary inquiries
+      will, at a rough guess, amount to ten or twelve thousand francs. I have
+      not so much to lend you&mdash;I am crushed as it is by the enormous
+      interest I have to pay on the money I borrowed to buy my business; and
+      you?&mdash;Where can you find it.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Large tears gathered in the poor veteran&rsquo;s faded eyes, and rolled down his
+      withered cheeks. This outlook of difficulties discouraged him. The social
+      and the legal world weighed on his breast like a nightmare.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I will go to the foot of the Vendome column!&rdquo; he cried. &ldquo;I will call out:
+      &lsquo;I am Colonel Chabert who rode through the Russian square at Eylau!&rsquo;&mdash;The
+      statue&mdash;he&mdash;he will know me.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And you will find yourself in Charenton.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      At this terrible name the soldier&rsquo;s transports collapsed.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And will there be no hope for me at the Ministry of War?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The war office!&rdquo; said Derville. &ldquo;Well, go there; but take a formal legal
+      opinion with you, nullifying the certificate of your death. The government
+      offices would be only too glad if they could annihilate the men of the
+      Empire.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Colonel stood for a while, speechless, motionless, his eyes fixed, but
+      seeing nothing, sunk in bottomless despair. Military justice is ready and
+      swift; it decides with Turk-like finality, and almost always rightly. This
+      was the only justice known to Chabert. As he saw the labyrinth of
+      difficulties into which he must plunge, and how much money would be
+      required for the journey, the poor old soldier was mortally hit in that
+      power peculiar to man, and called the Will. He thought it would be
+      impossible to live as party to a lawsuit; it seemed a thousand times
+      simpler to remain poor and a beggar, or to enlist as a trooper if any
+      regiment would pass him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      His physical and mental sufferings had already impaired his bodily health
+      in some of the most important organs. He was on the verge of one of those
+      maladies for which medicine has no name, and of which the seat is in some
+      degree variable, like the nervous system itself, the part most frequently
+      attacked of the whole human machine, a malady which may be designated as
+      the heart-sickness of the unfortunate. However serious this invisible but
+      real disorder might already be, it could still be cured by a happy issue.
+      But a fresh obstacle, an unexpected incident, would be enough to wreck
+      this vigorous constitution, to break the weakened springs, and produce the
+      hesitancy, the aimless, unfinished movements, which physiologists know
+      well in men undermined by grief.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Derville, detecting in his client the symptoms of extreme dejection, said
+      to him:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Take courage; the end of the business cannot fail to be in your favor.
+      Only, consider whether you can give me your whole confidence and blindly
+      accept the result I may think best for your interests.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do what you will,&rdquo; said Chabert.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes, but you surrender yourself to me like a man marching to his death.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Must I not be left to live without a position, without a name? Is that
+      endurable?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That is not my view of it,&rdquo; said the lawyer. &ldquo;We will try a friendly
+      suit, to annul both your death certificate and your marriage, so as to put
+      you in possession of your rights. You may even, by Comte Ferraud&rsquo;s
+      intervention, have your name replaced on the army list as general, and no
+      doubt you will get a pension.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, proceed then,&rdquo; said Chabert. &ldquo;I put myself entirely in your hands.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I will send you a power of attorney to sign,&rdquo; said Derville. &ldquo;Good-bye.
+      Keep up your courage. If you want money, rely on me.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Chabert warmly wrung the lawyer&rsquo;s hand, and remained standing with his
+      back against the wall, not having the energy to follow him excepting with
+      his eyes. Like all men who know but little of legal matters, he was
+      frightened by this unforeseen struggle.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      During their interview, several times, the figure of a man posted in the
+      street had come forward from behind one of the gate-pillars, watching for
+      Derville to depart, and he now accosted the lawyer. He was an old man,
+      wearing a blue waistcoat and a white-pleated kilt, like a brewer&rsquo;s; on his
+      head was an otter-skin cap. His face was tanned, hollow-cheeked, and
+      wrinkled, but ruddy on the cheek-bones by hard work and exposure to the
+      open air.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Asking your pardon, sir,&rdquo; said he, taking Derville by the arm, &ldquo;if I take
+      the liberty of speaking to you. But I fancied, from the look of you, that
+      you were a friend of our General&rsquo;s.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And what then?&rdquo; replied Derville. &ldquo;What concern have you with him?&mdash;But
+      who are you?&rdquo; said the cautious lawyer.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I am Louis Vergniaud,&rdquo; he replied at once. &ldquo;I have a few words to say to
+      you.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;So you are the man who has lodged Comte Chabert as I have found him?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Asking your pardon, sir, he has the best room. I would have given him
+      mine if I had had but one; I could have slept in the stable. A man who has
+      suffered as he has, who teaches my kids to read, a general, an Egyptian,
+      the first lieutenant I ever served under&mdash;What do you think?&mdash;Of
+      us all, he is best served. I shared what I had with him. Unfortunately, it
+      is not much to boast of&mdash;bread, milk, eggs. Well, well; it&rsquo;s
+      neighbors&rsquo; fare, sir. And he is heartily welcome.&mdash;But he has hurt
+      our feelings.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;He?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes, sir, hurt our feelings. To be plain with you, I have taken a larger
+      business than I can manage, and he saw it. Well, it worried him; he must
+      needs mind the horse! I says to him, &lsquo;Really, General&mdash;&mdash;&rsquo; 
+      &lsquo;Bah!&rsquo; says he, &lsquo;I am not going to eat my head off doing nothing. I
+      learned to rub a horse down many a year ago.&rsquo;&mdash;I had some bills out
+      for the purchase money of my dairy&mdash;a fellow named Grados&mdash;Do
+      you know him, sir?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But, my good man, I have not time to listen to your story. Only tell me
+      how the Colonel offended you.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;He hurt our feelings, sir, as sure as my name is Louis Vergniaud, and my
+      wife cried about it. He heard from our neighbors that we had not a sou to
+      begin to meet the bills with. The old soldier, as he is, he saved up all
+      you gave him, he watched for the bill to come in, and he paid it. Such a
+      trick! While my wife and me, we knew he had no tobacco, poor old boy, and
+      went without.&mdash;Oh! now&mdash;yes, he has his cigar every morning! I
+      would sell my soul for it&mdash;No, we are hurt. Well, so I wanted to ask
+      you&mdash;for he said you were a good sort&mdash;to lend us a hundred
+      crowns on the stock, so that we may get him some clothes, and furnish his
+      room. He thought he was getting us out of debt, you see? Well, it&rsquo;s just
+      the other way; the old man is running us into debt&mdash;and hurt our
+      feelings!&mdash;He ought not to have stolen a march on us like that. And
+      we his friends, too!&mdash;On my word as an honest man, as sure as my name
+      is Louis Vergniaud, I would sooner sell up and enlist than fail to pay you
+      back your money&mdash;&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Derville looked at the dairyman, and stepped back a few paces to glance at
+      the house, the yard, the manure-pool, the cowhouse, the rabbits, the
+      children.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;On my honor, I believe it is characteristic of virtue to have nothing to
+      do with riches!&rdquo; thought he.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;All right, you shall have your hundred crowns, and more. But I shall not
+      give them to you; the Colonel will be rich enough to help, and I will not
+      deprive him of the pleasure.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And will that be soon?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why, yes.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Ah, dear God! how glad my wife will be!&rdquo; and the cowkeeper&rsquo;s tanned face
+      seemed to expand.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now,&rdquo; said Derville to himself, as he got into his cab again, &ldquo;let us
+      call on our opponent. We must not show our hand, but try to see hers, and
+      win the game at one stroke. She must be frightened. She is a woman. Now,
+      what frightens women most? A woman is afraid of nothing but...&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And he set to work to study the Countess&rsquo; position, falling into one of
+      those brown studies to which great politicians give themselves up when
+      concocting their own plans and trying to guess the secrets of a hostile
+      Cabinet. Are not attorneys, in a way, statesmen in charge of private
+      affairs?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      But a brief survey of the situation in which the Comte Ferraud and his
+      wife now found themselves is necessary for a comprehension of the lawyer&rsquo;s
+      cleverness.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Monsieur le Comte Ferraud was the only son of a former Councillor in the
+      old <i>Parlement</i> of Paris, who had emigrated during the Reign of
+      Terror, and so, though he saved his head, lost his fortune. He came back
+      under the Consulate, and remained persistently faithful to the cause of
+      Louis XVIII., in whose circle his father had moved before the Revolution.
+      He thus was one of the party in the Faubourg Saint-Germain which nobly
+      stood out against Napoleon&rsquo;s blandishments. The reputation for capacity
+      gained by the young Count&mdash;then simply called Monsieur Ferraud&mdash;made
+      him the object of the Emperor&rsquo;s advances, for he was often as well pleased
+      at his conquests among the aristocracy as at gaining a battle. The Count
+      was promised the restitution of his title, of such of his estates as had
+      not been sold, and he was shown in perspective a place in the ministry or
+      as senator.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Emperor fell.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At the time of Comte Chabert&rsquo;s death, M. Ferraud was a young man of
+      six-and-twenty, without a fortune, of pleasing appearance, who had had his
+      successes, and whom the Faubourg Saint-Germain had adopted as doing it
+      credit; but Madame la Comtesse Chabert had managed to turn her share of
+      her husband&rsquo;s fortune to such good account that, after eighteen months of
+      widowhood, she had about forty thousand francs a year. Her marriage to the
+      young Count was not regarded as news in the circles of the Faubourg
+      Saint-Germain. Napoleon, approving of this union, which carried out his
+      idea of fusion, restored to Madame Chabert the money falling to the
+      Exchequer under her husband&rsquo;s will; but Napoleon&rsquo;s hopes were again
+      disappointed. Madame Ferraud was not only in love with her lover; she had
+      also been fascinated by the notion of getting into the haughty society
+      which, in spite of its humiliation, was still predominant at the Imperial
+      Court. By this marriage all her vanities were as much gratified as her
+      passions. She was to become a real fine lady. When the Faubourg
+      Saint-Germain understood that the young Count&rsquo;s marriage did not mean
+      desertion, its drawing-rooms were thrown open to his wife.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then came the Restoration. The Count&rsquo;s political advancement was not
+      rapid. He understood the exigencies of the situation in which Louis XVIII.
+      found himself; he was one of the inner circle who waited till the &ldquo;Gulf of
+      Revolution should be closed&rdquo;&mdash;for this phrase of the King&rsquo;s, at which
+      the Liberals laughed so heartily, had a political sense. The order quoted
+      in the long lawyer&rsquo;s preamble at the beginning of this story had, however,
+      put him in possession of two tracts of forest, and of an estate which had
+      considerably increased in value during its sequestration. At the present
+      moment, though Comte Ferraud was a Councillor of State, and a
+      Director-General, he regarded his position as merely the first step of his
+      political career.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Wholly occupied as he was by the anxieties of consuming ambition, he had
+      attached to himself, as secretary, a ruined attorney named Delbecq, a more
+      than clever man, versed in all the resources of the law, to whom he left
+      the conduct of his private affairs. This shrewd practitioner had so well
+      understood his position with the Count as to be honest in his own
+      interest. He hoped to get some place by his master&rsquo;s influence, and he
+      made the Count&rsquo;s fortune his first care. His conduct so effectually gave
+      the lie to his former life, that he was regarded as a slandered man. The
+      Countess, with the tact and shrewdness of which most women have a share
+      more or less, understood the man&rsquo;s motives, watched him quietly, and
+      managed him so well, that she had made good use of him for the
+      augmentation of her private fortune. She had contrived to make Delbecq
+      believe that she ruled her husband, and had promised to get him appointed
+      President of an inferior court in some important provincial town, if he
+      devoted himself entirely to her interests.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The promise of a place, not dependent on changes of ministry, which would
+      allow of his marrying advantageously, and rising subsequently to a high
+      political position, by being chosen Depute, made Delbecq the Countess&rsquo; 
+      abject slave. He had never allowed her to miss one of those favorable
+      chances which the fluctuations of the Bourse and the increased value of
+      property afforded to clever financiers in Paris during the first three
+      years after the Restoration. He had trebled his protectress&rsquo; capital, and
+      all the more easily because the Countess had no scruples as to the means
+      which might make her an enormous fortune as quickly as possible. The
+      emoluments derived by the Count from the places he held she spent on the
+      housekeeping, so as to reinvest her dividends; and Delbecq lent himself to
+      these calculations of avarice without trying to account for her motives.
+      People of that sort never trouble themselves about any secrets of which
+      the discovery is not necessary to their own interests. And, indeed, he
+      naturally found the reason in the thirst for money, which taints almost
+      every Parisian woman; and as a fine fortune was needed to support the
+      pretensions of Comte Ferraud, the secretary sometimes fancied that he saw
+      in the Countess&rsquo; greed a consequence of her devotion to a husband with
+      whom she still was in love. The Countess buried the secrets of her conduct
+      at the bottom of her heart. There lay the secrets of life and death to
+      her, there lay the turning-point of this history.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At the beginning of the year 1818 the Restoration was settled on an
+      apparently immovable foundation; its doctrines of government, as
+      understood by lofty minds, seemed calculated to bring to France an era of
+      renewed prosperity, and Parisian society changed its aspect. Madame la
+      Comtesse Ferraud found that by chance she had achieved for love a marriage
+      that had brought her fortune and gratified ambition. Still young and
+      handsome, Madame Ferraud played the part of a woman of fashion, and lived
+      in the atmosphere of the Court. Rich herself, with a rich husband who was
+      cried up as one of the ablest men of the royalist party, and, as a friend
+      of the King, certain to be made Minister, she belonged to the aristocracy,
+      and shared its magnificence. In the midst of this triumph she was attacked
+      by a moral canker. There are feelings which women guess in spite of the
+      care men take to bury them. On the first return of the King, Comte Ferraud
+      had begun to regret his marriage. Colonel Chabert&rsquo;s widow had not been the
+      means of allying him to anybody; he was alone and unsupported in steering
+      his way in a course full of shoals and beset by enemies. Also, perhaps,
+      when he came to judge his wife coolly, he may have discerned in her
+      certain vices of education which made her unfit to second him in his
+      schemes.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      A speech he made, <i>a propos</i> of Talleyrand&rsquo;s marriage, enlightened
+      the Countess, to whom it proved that if he had still been a free man she
+      would never have been Madame Ferraud. What woman could forgive this
+      repentance? Does it not include the germs of every insult, every crime,
+      every form of repudiation? But what a wound must it have left in the
+      Countess&rsquo; heart, supposing that she lived in the dread of her first
+      husband&rsquo;s return? She had known that he still lived, and she had ignored
+      him. Then during the time when she had heard no more of him, she had
+      chosen to believe that he had fallen at Waterloo with the Imperial Eagle,
+      at the same time as Boutin. She resolved, nevertheless, to bind the Count
+      to her by the strongest of all ties, by a chain of gold, and vowed to be
+      so rich that her fortune might make her second marriage dissoluble, if by
+      chance Colonel Chabert should ever reappear. And he had reappeared; and
+      she could not explain to herself why the struggle she had dreaded had not
+      already begun. Suffering, sickness, had perhaps delivered her from that
+      man. Perhaps he was half mad, and Charenton might yet do her justice. She
+      had not chosen to take either Delbecq or the police into her confidence,
+      for fear of putting herself in their power, or of hastening the
+      catastrophe. There are in Paris many women who, like the Countess Ferraud,
+      live with an unknown moral monster, or on the brink of an abyss; a callus
+      forms over the spot that tortures them, and they can still laugh and enjoy
+      themselves.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;There is something very strange in Comte Ferraud&rsquo;s position,&rdquo; said
+      Derville to himself, on emerging from his long reverie, as his cab stopped
+      at the door of the Hotel Ferraud in the Rue de Varennes. &ldquo;How is it that
+      he, so rich as he is, and such a favorite with the King, is not yet a peer
+      of France? It may, to be sure, be true that the King, as Mme. de Grandlieu
+      was telling me, desires to keep up the value of the <i>pairie</i> by not
+      bestowing it right and left. And, after all, the son of a Councillor of
+      the <i>Parlement</i> is not a Crillon nor a Rohan. A Comte Ferraud can
+      only get into the Upper Chamber surreptitiously. But if his marriage were
+      annulled, could he not get the dignity of some old peer who has only
+      daughters transferred to himself, to the King&rsquo;s great satisfaction? At any
+      rate this will be a good bogey to put forward and frighten the Countess,&rdquo;
+       thought he as he went up the steps.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Derville had without knowing it laid his finger on the hidden wound, put
+      his hand on the canker that consumed Madame Ferraud.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      She received him in a pretty winter dining-room, where she was at
+      breakfast, while playing with a monkey tethered by a chain to a little
+      pole with climbing bars of iron. The Countess was in an elegant wrapper;
+      the curls of her hair, carelessly pinned up, escaped from a cap, giving
+      her an arch look. She was fresh and smiling. Silver, gilding, and
+      mother-of-pearl shone on the table, and all about the room were rare
+      plants growing in magnificent china jars. As he saw Colonel Chabert&rsquo;s
+      wife, rich with his spoil, in the lap of luxury and the height of fashion,
+      while he, poor wretch, was living with a poor dairyman among the beasts,
+      the lawyer said to himself:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The moral of all this is that a pretty woman will never acknowledge as
+      her husband, nor even as a lover, a man in an old box-coat, a tow wig, and
+      boots with holes in them.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      A mischievous and bitter smile expressed the feelings, half philosophical
+      and half satirical, which such a man was certain to experience&mdash;a man
+      well situated to know the truth of things in spite of the lies behind
+      which most families in Paris hide their mode of life.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Good-morning, Monsieur Derville,&rdquo; said she, giving the monkey some coffee
+      to drink.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Madame,&rdquo; said he, a little sharply, for the light tone in which she spoke
+      jarred on him. &ldquo;I have come to speak with you on a very serious matter.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I am so <i>grieved</i>, M. le Comte is away&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I, madame, am delighted. It would be grievous if he could be present at
+      our interview. Besides, I am informed through M. Delbecq that you like to
+      manage your own business without troubling the Count.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Then I will send for Delbecq,&rdquo; said she.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;He would be of no use to you, clever as he is,&rdquo; replied Derville. &ldquo;Listen
+      to me, madame; one word will be enough to make you grave. Colonel Chabert
+      is alive!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Is it by telling me such nonsense as that that you think you can make me
+      grave?&rdquo; said she with a shout of laughter. But she was suddenly quelled by
+      the singular penetration of the fixed gaze which Derville turned on her,
+      seeming to read to the bottom of her soul.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Madame,&rdquo; he said with cold and piercing solemnity, &ldquo;you know not the
+      extent of the danger that threatens you. I need say nothing of the
+      indisputable authenticity of the evidence nor of the fulness of proof
+      which testifies to the identity of Comte Chabert. I am not, as you know,
+      the man to take up a bad cause. If you resist our proceedings to show that
+      the certificate of death was false, you will lose that first case, and
+      that matter once settled, we shall gain every point.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What, then, do you wish to discuss with me?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Neither the Colonel nor yourself. Nor need I allude to the briefs which
+      clever advocates may draw up when armed with the curious facts of this
+      case, or the advantage they may derive from the letters you received from
+      your first husband before your marriage to your second.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;It is false,&rdquo; she cried, with the violence of a spoilt woman. &ldquo;I never
+      had a letter from Comte Chabert; and if some one is pretending to be the
+      Colonel, it is some swindler, some returned convict, like Coignard
+      perhaps. It makes me shudder only to think of it. Can the Colonel rise
+      from the dead, monsieur? Bonaparte sent an aide-de-camp to inquire for me
+      on his death, and to this day I draw the pension of three thousand francs
+      granted to this widow by the Government. I have been perfectly in the
+      right to turn away all the Chaberts who have ever come, as I shall all who
+      may come.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Happily we are alone, madame. We can tell lies at our ease,&rdquo; said he
+      coolly, and finding it amusing to lash up the Countess&rsquo; rage so as to lead
+      her to betray herself, by tactics familiar to lawyers, who are accustomed
+      to keep cool when their opponents or their clients are in a passion.
+      &ldquo;Well, then, we must fight it out,&rdquo; thought he, instantly hitting on a
+      plan to entrap her and show her her weakness.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The proof that you received the first letter, madame, is that it
+      contained some securities&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, as to securities&mdash;that it certainly did not.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Then you received the letter,&rdquo; said Derville, smiling. &ldquo;You are caught,
+      madame, in the first snare laid for you by an attorney, and you fancy you
+      could fight against Justice&mdash;&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Countess colored, and then turned pale, hiding her face in her hands.
+      Then she shook off her shame, and retorted with the natural impertinence
+      of such women, &ldquo;Since you are the so-called Chabert&rsquo;s attorney, be so good
+      as to&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Madame,&rdquo; said Derville, &ldquo;I am at this moment as much your lawyer as I am
+      Colonel Chabert&rsquo;s. Do you suppose I want to lose so valuable a client as
+      you are?&mdash;But you are not listening.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Nay, speak on, monsieur,&rdquo; said she graciously.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Your fortune came to you from M. le Comte Chabert, and you cast him off.
+      Your fortune is immense, and you leave him to beg. An advocate can be very
+      eloquent when a cause is eloquent in itself; there are here circumstances
+      which might turn public opinion strongly against you.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But, monsieur,&rdquo; said the Comtesse, provoked by the way in which Derville
+      turned and laid her on the gridiron, &ldquo;even if I grant that your M. Chabert
+      is living, the law will uphold my second marriage on account of the
+      children, and I shall get off with the restitution of two hundred and
+      twenty-five thousand francs to M. Chabert.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;It is impossible to foresee what view the Bench may take of the question.
+      If on one side we have a mother and children, on the other we have an old
+      man crushed by sorrows, made old by your refusals to know him. Where is he
+      to find a wife? Can the judges contravene the law? Your marriage with
+      Colonel Chabert has priority on its side and every legal right. But if you
+      appear under disgraceful colors, you might have an unlooked-for adversary.
+      That, madame, is the danger against which I would warn you.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And who is he?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Comte Ferraud.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Monsieur Ferraud has too great an affection for me, too much respect for
+      the mother of his children&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do not talk of such absurd things,&rdquo; interrupted Derville, &ldquo;to lawyers,
+      who are accustomed to read hearts to the bottom. At this instant Monsieur
+      Ferraud has not the slightest wish to annual your union, and I am quite
+      sure that he adores you; but if some one were to tell him that his
+      marriage is void, that his wife will be called before the bar of public
+      opinion as a criminal&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;He would defend me, monsieur.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;No, madame.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What reason could he have for deserting me, monsieur?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That he would be free to marry the only daughter of a peer of France,
+      whose title would be conferred on him by patent from the King.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Countess turned pale.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;A hit!&rdquo; said Derville to himself. &ldquo;I have you on the hip; the poor
+      Colonel&rsquo;s case is won.&rdquo;&mdash;&ldquo;Besides, madame,&rdquo; he went on aloud, &ldquo;he
+      would feel all the less remorse because a man covered with glory&mdash;a
+      General, Count, Grand Cross of the Legion of Honor&mdash;is not such a bad
+      alternative; and if that man insisted on his wife&rsquo;s returning to him&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Enough, enough, monsieur!&rdquo; she exclaimed. &ldquo;I will never have any lawyer
+      but you. What is to be done?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Compromise!&rdquo; said Derville.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Does he still love me?&rdquo; she said.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, I do not think he can do otherwise.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Countess raised her head at these words. A flash of hope shone in her
+      eyes; she thought perhaps that she could speculate on her first husband&rsquo;s
+      affection to gain her cause by some feminine cunning.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I shall await your orders, madame, to know whether I am to report our
+      proceedings to you, or if you will come to my office to agree to the terms
+      of a compromise,&rdquo; said Derville, taking leave.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      A week after Derville had paid these two visits, on a fine morning in
+      June, the husband and wife, who had been separated by an almost
+      supernatural chance, started from the opposite ends of Paris to meet in
+      the office of the lawyer who was engaged by both. The supplies liberally
+      advanced by Derville to Colonel Chabert had enabled him to dress as suited
+      his position in life, and the dead man arrived in a very decent cab. He
+      wore a wig suited to his face, was dressed in blue cloth with white linen,
+      and wore under his waistcoat the broad red ribbon of the higher grade of
+      the Legion of Honor. In resuming the habits of wealth he had recovered his
+      soldierly style. He held himself up; his face, grave and
+      mysterious-looking, reflected his happiness and all his hopes, and seemed
+      to have acquired youth and <i>impasto</i>, to borrow a picturesque word
+      from the painter&rsquo;s art. He was no more like the Chabert of the old
+      box-coat than a cartwheel double sou is like a newly coined forty-franc
+      piece. The passer-by, only to see him, would have recognized at once one
+      of the noble wrecks of our old army, one of the heroic men on whom our
+      national glory is reflected, as a splinter of ice on which the sun shines
+      seems to reflect every beam. These veterans are at once a picture and a
+      book.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When the Count jumped out of his carriage to go into Derville&rsquo;s office, he
+      did it as lightly as a young man. Hardly had his cab moved off, when a
+      smart brougham drove up, splendid with coats-of-arms. Madame la Comtesse
+      Ferraud stepped out in a dress which, though simple, was cleverly designed
+      to show how youthful her figure was. She wore a pretty drawn bonnet lined
+      with pink, which framed her face to perfection, softening its outlines and
+      making it look younger.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      If the clients were rejuvenescent, the office was unaltered, and presented
+      the same picture as that described at the beginning of this story.
+      Simonnin was eating his breakfast, his shoulder leaning against the
+      window, which was then open, and he was staring up at the blue sky in the
+      opening of the courtyard enclosed by four gloomy houses.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Ah, ha!&rdquo; cried the little clerk, &ldquo;who will bet an evening at the play
+      that Colonel Chabert is a General, and wears a red ribbon?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The chief is a great magician,&rdquo; said Godeschal.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Then there is no trick to play on him this time?&rdquo; asked Desroches.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;His wife has taken that in hand, the Comtesse Ferraud,&rdquo; said Boucard.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What next?&rdquo; said Godeschal. &ldquo;Is Comtesse Ferraud required to belong to
+      two men?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Here she is,&rdquo; answered Simonnin.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;So you are not deaf, you young rogue!&rdquo; said Chabert, taking the
+      gutter-jumper by the ear and twisting it, to the delight of the other
+      clerks, who began to laugh, looking at the Colonel with the curious
+      attention due to so singular a personage.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Comte Chabert was in Derville&rsquo;s private room at the moment when his wife
+      came in by the door of the office.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I say, Boucard, there is going to be a queer scene in the chief&rsquo;s room!
+      There is a woman who can spend her days alternately, the odd with Comte
+      Ferraud, and the even with Comte Chabert.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And in leap year,&rdquo; said Godeschal, &ldquo;they must settle the <i>count</i>
+      between them.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Silence, gentlemen, you can be heard!&rdquo; said Boucard severely. &ldquo;I never
+      was in an office where there was so much jesting as there is here over the
+      clients.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Derville had made the Colonel retire to the bedroom when the Countess was
+      admitted.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Madame,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;not knowing whether it would be agreeable to you to
+      meet M. le Comte Chabert, I have placed you apart. If, however, you should
+      wish it&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;It is an attention for which I am obliged to you.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I have drawn up the memorandum of an agreement of which you and M.
+      Chabert can discuss the conditions, here, and now. I will go alternately
+      to him and to you, and explain your views respectively.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Let me see, monsieur,&rdquo; said the Countess impatiently.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Derville read aloud:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;Between the undersigned:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;M. Hyacinthe Chabert, Count, Marechal de Camp, and Grand Officer of the
+      Legion of Honor, living in Paris, Rue du Petit-Banquier, on the one part;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;And Madame Rose Chapotel, wife of the aforesaid M. le Comte Chabert, <i>nee</i>&mdash;&lsquo;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Pass over the preliminaries,&rdquo; said she. &ldquo;Come to the conditions.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Madame,&rdquo; said the lawyer, &ldquo;the preamble briefly sets forth the position
+      in which you stand to each other. Then, by the first clause, you
+      acknowledge, in the presence of three witnesses, of whom two shall be
+      notaries, and one the dairyman with whom your husband has been lodging, to
+      all of whom your secret is known, and who will be absolutely silent&mdash;you
+      acknowledge, I say, that the individual designated in the documents
+      subjoined to the deed, and whose identity is to be further proved by an
+      act of recognition prepared by your notary, Alexandre Crottat, is your
+      first husband, Comte Chabert. By the second clause Comte Chabert, to
+      secure your happiness, will undertake to assert his rights only under
+      certain circumstances set forth in the deed.&mdash;And these,&rdquo; said
+      Derville, in a parenthesis, &ldquo;are none other than a failure to carry out
+      the conditions of this secret agreement.&mdash;M. Chabert, on his part,
+      agrees to accept judgment on a friendly suit, by which his certificate of
+      death shall be annulled, and his marriage dissolved.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That will not suit me in the least,&rdquo; said the Countess with surprise. &ldquo;I
+      will be a party to no suit; you know why.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;By the third clause,&rdquo; Derville went on, with imperturbable coolness, &ldquo;you
+      pledge yourself to secure to Hyacinthe Comte Chabert an income of
+      twenty-four thousand francs on government stock held in his name, to
+      revert to you at his death&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But it is much too dear!&rdquo; exclaimed the Countess.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Can you compromise the matter cheaper?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Possibly.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But what do you want, madame?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I want&mdash;I will not have a lawsuit. I want&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You want him to remain dead?&rdquo; said Derville, interrupting her hastily.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; said the Countess, &ldquo;if twenty-four thousand francs a year are
+      necessary, we will go to law&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes, we will go to law,&rdquo; said the Colonel in a deep voice, as he opened
+      the door and stood before his wife, with one hand in his waistcoat and the
+      other hanging by his side&mdash;an attitude to which the recollection of
+      his adventure gave horrible significance.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;It is he,&rdquo; said the Countess to herself.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Too dear!&rdquo; the old soldier exclaimed. &ldquo;I have given you near on a
+      million, and you are cheapening my misfortunes. Very well; now I will have
+      you&mdash;you and your fortune. Our goods are in common, our marriage is
+      not dissolved&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But monsieur is not Colonel Chabert!&rdquo; cried the Countess, in feigned
+      amazement.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Indeed!&rdquo; said the old man, in a tone of intense irony. &ldquo;Do you want
+      proofs? I found you in the Palais Royal&mdash;&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Countess turned pale. Seeing her grow white under her rouge, the old
+      soldier paused, touched by the acute suffering he was inflicting on the
+      woman he had once so ardently loved; but she shot such a venomous glance
+      at him that he abruptly went on:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You were with La&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Allow me, Monsieur Derville,&rdquo; said the Countess to the lawyer. &ldquo;You must
+      give me leave to retire. I did not come here to listen to such dreadful
+      things.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      She rose and went out. Derville rushed after her; but the Countess had
+      taken wings, and seemed to have flown from the place.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      On returning to his private room, he found the Colonel in a towering rage,
+      striding up and down.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;In those times a man took his wife where he chose,&rdquo; said he. &ldquo;But I was
+      foolish and chose badly; I trusted to appearances. She has no heart.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, Colonel, was I not right to beg you not to come?&mdash;I am now
+      positive of your identity; when you came in, the Countess gave a little
+      start, of which the meaning was unequivocal. But you have lost your
+      chances. Your wife knows that you are unrecognizable.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I will kill her!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Madness! you will be caught and executed like any common wretch. Besides
+      you might miss! That would be unpardonable. A man must not miss his shot
+      when he wants to kill his wife.&mdash;Let me set things straight; you are
+      only a big child. Go now. Take care of yourself; she is capable of setting
+      some trap for you and shutting you up in Charenton. I will notify her of
+      our proceedings to protect you against a surprise.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The unhappy Colonel obeyed his young benefactor, and went away, stammering
+      apologies. He slowly went down the dark staircase, lost in gloomy
+      thoughts, and crushed perhaps by the blow just dealt him&mdash;the most
+      cruel he could feel, the thrust that could most deeply pierce his heart&mdash;when
+      he heard the rustle of a woman&rsquo;s dress on the lowest landing, and his wife
+      stood before him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Come, monsieur,&rdquo; said she, taking his arm with a gesture like those
+      familiar to him of old. Her action and the accent of her voice, which had
+      recovered its graciousness, were enough to allay the Colonel&rsquo;s wrath, and
+      he allowed himself to be led to the carriage.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, get in!&rdquo; said she, when the footman had let down the step.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      And as if by magic, he found himself sitting by his wife in the brougham.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Where to?&rdquo; asked the servant.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;To Groslay,&rdquo; said she.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The horses started at once, and carried them all across Paris.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; said the Countess, in a tone of voice which betrayed one of
+      those emotions which are rare in our lives, and which agitate every part
+      of our being. At such moments the heart, fibres, nerves, countenance,
+      soul, and body, everything, every pore even, feels a thrill. Life no
+      longer seems to be within us; it flows out, springs forth, is communicated
+      as if by contagion, transmitted by a look, a tone of voice, a gesture,
+      impressing our will on others. The old soldier started on hearing this
+      single word, this first, terrible &ldquo;monsieur!&rdquo; But still it was at once a
+      reproach and a pardon, a hope and a despair, a question and an answer.
+      This word included them all; none but an actress could have thrown so much
+      eloquence, so many feelings into a single word. Truth is less complete in
+      its utterance; it does not put everything on the outside; it allows us to
+      see what is within. The Colonel was filled with remorse for his
+      suspicions, his demands, and his anger; he looked down not to betray his
+      agitation.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; repeated she, after an imperceptible pause, &ldquo;I knew you at
+      once.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Rosine,&rdquo; said the old soldier, &ldquo;those words contain the only balm that
+      can help me to forget my misfortunes.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Two large tears rolled hot on to his wife&rsquo;s hands, which he pressed to
+      show his paternal affection.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; she went on, &ldquo;could you not have guessed what it cost me to
+      appear before a stranger in a position so false as mine now is? If I have
+      to blush for it, at least let it be in the privacy of my family. Ought not
+      such a secret to remain buried in our hearts? You will forgive me, I hope,
+      for my apparent indifference to the woes of a Chabert in whose existence I
+      could not possibly believe. I received your letters,&rdquo; she hastily added,
+      seeing in his face the objection it expressed, &ldquo;but they did not reach me
+      till thirteen months after the battle of Eylau. They were opened, dirty,
+      the writing was unrecognizable; and after obtaining Napoleon&rsquo;s signature
+      to my second marriage contract, I could not help believing that some
+      clever swindler wanted to make a fool of me. Therefore, to avoid
+      disturbing Monsieur Ferraud&rsquo;s peace of mind, and disturbing family ties, I
+      was obliged to take precautions against a pretended Chabert. Was I not
+      right, I ask you?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes, you were right. It was I who was the idiot, the owl, the dolt, not
+      to have calculated better what the consequences of such a position might
+      be.&mdash;But where are we going?&rdquo; he asked, seeing that they had reached
+      the barrier of La Chapelle.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;To my country house near Groslay, in the valley of Montmorency. There,
+      monsieur, we will consider the steps to be taken. I know my duties. Though
+      I am yours by right, I am no longer yours in fact. Can you wish that we
+      should become the talk of Paris? We need not inform the public of a
+      situation, which for me has its ridiculous side, and let us preserve our
+      dignity. You still love me,&rdquo; she said, with a sad, sweet gaze at the
+      Colonel, &ldquo;but have not I been authorized to form other ties? In so strange
+      a position, a secret voice bids me trust to your kindness, which is so
+      well known to me. Can I be wrong in taking you as the sole arbiter of my
+      fate? Be at once judge and party to the suit. I trust in your noble
+      character; you will be generous enough to forgive me for the consequences
+      of faults committed in innocence. I may then confess to you: I love M.
+      Ferraud. I believed that I had a right to love him. I do not blush to make
+      this confession to you; even if it offends you, it does not disgrace us. I
+      cannot conceal the facts. When fate made me a widow, I was not a mother.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Colonel with a wave of his hand bid his wife be silent, and for a mile
+      and a half they sat without speaking a single word. Chabert could fancy he
+      saw the two little ones before him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Rosine.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Monsieur?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The dead are very wrong to come to life again.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, monsieur, no, no! Do not think me ungrateful. Only, you find me a
+      lover, a mother, while you left me merely a wife. Though it is no longer
+      in my power to love, I know how much I owe you, and I can still offer you
+      all the affection of a daughter.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Rosine,&rdquo; said the old man in a softened tone, &ldquo;I no longer feel any
+      resentment against you. We will forget anything,&rdquo; he added, with one of
+      those smiles which always reflect a noble soul; &ldquo;I have not so little
+      delicacy as to demand the mockery of love from a wife who no longer loves
+      me.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Countess gave him a flashing look full of such deep gratitude that
+      poor Chabert would have been glad to sink again into his grave at Eylau.
+      Some men have a soul strong enough for such self-devotion, of which the
+      whole reward consists in the assurance that they have made the person they
+      love happy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;My dear friend, we will talk all this over later when our hearts have
+      rested,&rdquo; said the Countess.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The conversation turned to other subjects, for it was impossible to dwell
+      very long on this one. Though the couple came back again and again to
+      their singular position, either by some allusion or of serious purpose,
+      they had a delightful drive, recalling the events of their former life
+      together and the times of the Empire. The Countess knew how to lend
+      peculiar charm to her reminiscences, and gave the conversation the tinge
+      of melancholy that was needed to keep it serious. She revived his love
+      without awakening his desires, and allowed her first husband to discern
+      the mental wealth she had acquired while trying to accustom him to
+      moderate his pleasure to that which a father may feel in the society of a
+      favorite daughter.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Colonel had known the Countess of the Empire; he found her a Countess
+      of the Restoration.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At last, by a cross-road, they arrived at the entrance to a large park
+      lying in the little valley which divides the heights of Margency from the
+      pretty village of Groslay. The Countess had there a delightful house,
+      where the Colonel on arriving found everything in readiness for his stay
+      there, as well as for his wife&rsquo;s. Misfortune is a kind of talisman whose
+      virtue consists in its power to confirm our original nature; in some men
+      it increases their distrust and malignancy, just as it improves the
+      goodness of those who have a kind heart.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Sorrow had made the Colonel even more helpful and good than he had always
+      been, and he could understand some secrets of womanly distress which are
+      unrevealed to most men. Nevertheless, in spite of his loyal trustfulness,
+      he could not help saying to his wife:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Then you felt quite sure you would bring me here?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; replied she, &ldquo;if I found Colonel Chabert in Derville&rsquo;s client.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The appearance of truth she contrived to give to this answer dissipated
+      the slight suspicions which the Colonel was ashamed to have felt. For
+      three days the Countess was quite charming to her first husband. By tender
+      attentions and unfailing sweetness she seemed anxious to wipe out the
+      memory of the sufferings he had endured, and to earn forgiveness for the
+      woes which, as she confessed, she had innocently caused him. She delighted
+      in displaying for him the charms she knew he took pleasure in, while at
+      the same time she assumed a kind of melancholy; for men are more
+      especially accessible to certain ways, certain graces of the heart or of
+      the mind which they cannot resist. She aimed at interesting him in her
+      position, and appealing to his feelings so far as to take possession of
+      his mind and control him despotically.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Ready for anything to attain her ends, she did not yet know what she was
+      to do with this man; but at any rate she meant to annihilate him socially.
+      On the evening of the third day she felt that in spite of her efforts she
+      could not conceal her uneasiness as to the results of her manoeuvres. To
+      give herself a minute&rsquo;s reprieve she went up to her room, sat down before
+      her writing-table, and laid aside the mask of composure which she wore in
+      Chabert&rsquo;s presence, like an actress who, returning to her dressing-room
+      after a fatiguing fifth act, drops half dead, leaving with the audience an
+      image of herself which she no longer resembles. She proceeded to finish a
+      letter she had begun to Delbecq, whom she desired to go in her name and
+      demand of Derville the deeds relating to Colonel Chabert, to copy them,
+      and to come to her at once to Groslay. She had hardly finished when she
+      heard the Colonel&rsquo;s step in the passage; uneasy at her absence, he had
+      come to look for her.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Alas!&rdquo; she exclaimed, &ldquo;I wish I were dead! My position is intolerable...&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why, what is the matter?&rdquo; asked the good man.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Nothing, nothing!&rdquo; she replied.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      She rose, left the Colonel, and went down to speak privately to her maid,
+      whom she sent off to Paris, impressing on her that she was herself to
+      deliver to Delbecq the letter just written, and to bring it back to the
+      writer as soon as he had read it. Then the Countess went out to sit on a
+      bench sufficiently in sight for the Colonel to join her as soon as he
+      might choose. The Colonel, who was looking for her, hastened up and sat
+      down by her.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Rosine,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;what is the matter with you?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      She did not answer.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      It was one of those glorious, calm evenings in the month of June, whose
+      secret harmonies infuse such sweetness into the sunset. The air was clear,
+      the stillness perfect, so that far away in the park they could hear the
+      voices of some children, which added a kind of melody to the sublimity of
+      the scene.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You do not answer me?&rdquo; the Colonel said to his wife.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;My husband&mdash;&mdash;&rdquo; said the Countess, who broke off, started a
+      little, and with a blush stopped to ask him, &ldquo;What am I to say when I
+      speak of M. Ferraud?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Call him your husband, my poor child,&rdquo; replied the Colonel, in a kind
+      voice. &ldquo;Is he not the father of your children?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, then,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;if he should ask what I came here for, if he
+      finds out that I came here, alone, with a stranger, what am I to say to
+      him? Listen, monsieur,&rdquo; she went on, assuming a dignified attitude,
+      &ldquo;decide my fate, I am resigned to anything&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;My dear,&rdquo; said the Colonel, taking possession of his wife&rsquo;s hands, &ldquo;I
+      have made up my mind to sacrifice myself entirely for your happiness&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That is impossible!&rdquo; she exclaimed, with a sudden spasmodic movement.
+      &ldquo;Remember that you would have to renounce your identity, and in an
+      authenticated form.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What?&rdquo; said the Colonel. &ldquo;Is not my word enough for you?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The word &ldquo;authenticated&rdquo; fell on the old man&rsquo;s heart, and roused
+      involuntary distrust. He looked at his wife in a way that made her color,
+      she cast down her eyes, and he feared that he might find himself compelled
+      to despise her. The Countess was afraid lest she had scared the shy
+      modesty, the stern honesty, of a man whose generous temper and primitive
+      virtues were known to her. Though these feelings had brought the clouds to
+      her brow, they immediately recovered their harmony. This was the way of
+      it. A child&rsquo;s cry was heard in the distance.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Jules, leave your sister in peace,&rdquo; the Countess called out.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What, are your children here?&rdquo; said Chabert.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes, but I told them not to trouble you.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The old soldier understood the delicacy, the womanly tact of so gracious a
+      precaution, and took the Countess&rsquo; hand to kiss it.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But let them come,&rdquo; said he.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The little girl ran up to complain of her brother.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Mamma!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Mamma!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;It was Jules&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;It was her&mdash;&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Their little hands were held out to their mother, and the two childish
+      voices mingled; it was an unexpected and charming picture.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Poor little things!&rdquo; cried the Countess, no longer restraining her tears,
+      &ldquo;I shall have to leave them. To whom will the law assign them? A mother&rsquo;s
+      heart cannot be divided; I want them, I want them.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Are you making mamma cry?&rdquo; said Jules, looking fiercely at the Colonel.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Silence, Jules!&rdquo; said the mother in a decided tone.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The two children stood speechless, examining their mother and the stranger
+      with a curiosity which it is impossible to express in words.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh yes!&rdquo; she cried. &ldquo;If I am separated from the Count, only leave me my
+      children, and I will submit to anything...&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      This was the decisive speech which gained all that she had hoped from it.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; exclaimed the Colonel, as if he were ending a sentence already
+      begun in his mind, &ldquo;I must return underground again. I had told myself so
+      already.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Can I accept such a sacrifice?&rdquo; replied his wife. &ldquo;If some men have died
+      to save a mistress&rsquo; honor, they gave their life but once. But in this case
+      you would be giving your life every day. No, no. It is impossible. If it
+      were only your life, it would be nothing; but to sign a declaration that
+      you are not Colonel Chabert, to acknowledge yourself an imposter, to
+      sacrifice your honor, and live a lie every hour of the day! Human devotion
+      cannot go so far. Only think!&mdash;No. But for my poor children I would
+      have fled with you by this time to the other end of the world.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But,&rdquo; said Chabert, &ldquo;cannot I live here in your little lodge as one of
+      your relations? I am as worn out as a cracked cannon; I want nothing but a
+      little tobacco and the <i>Constitutionnel</i>.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Countess melted into tears. There was a contest of generosity between
+      the Comtesse Ferraud and Colonel Chabert, and the soldier came out
+      victorious. One evening, seeing this mother with her children, the soldier
+      was bewitched by the touching grace of a family picture in the country, in
+      the shade and the silence; he made a resolution to remain dead, and,
+      frightened no longer at the authentication of a deed, he asked what he
+      could do to secure beyond all risk the happiness of this family.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do exactly as you like,&rdquo; said the Countess. &ldquo;I declare to you that I will
+      have nothing to do with this affair. I ought not.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Delbecq had arrived some days before, and in obedience to the Countess&rsquo; 
+      verbal instructions, the intendant had succeeded in gaining the old
+      soldier&rsquo;s confidence. So on the following morning Colonel Chabert went
+      with the erewhile attorney to Saint-Leu-Taverny, where Delbecq had caused
+      the notary to draw up an affidavit in such terms that, after hearing it
+      read, the Colonel started up and walked out of the office.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Turf and thunder! What a fool you must think me! Why, I should make
+      myself out a swindler!&rdquo; he exclaimed.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Indeed, monsieur,&rdquo; said Delbecq, &ldquo;I should advise you not to sign in
+      haste. In your place I would get at least thirty thousand francs a year
+      out of the bargain. Madame would pay them.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      After annihilating this scoundrel <i>emeritus</i> by the lightning look of
+      an honest man insulted, the Colonel rushed off, carried away by a thousand
+      contrary emotions. He was suspicious, indignant, and calm again by turns.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Finally he made his way back into the park of Groslay by a gap in a fence,
+      and slowly walked on to sit down and rest, and meditate at his ease, in a
+      little room under a gazebo, from which the road to Saint-Leu could be
+      seen. The path being strewn with the yellowish sand which is used instead
+      of river-gravel, the Countess, who was sitting in the upper room of this
+      little summer-house, did not hear the Colonel&rsquo;s approach, for she was too
+      much preoccupied with the success of her business to pay the smallest
+      attention to the slight noise made by her husband. Nor did the old man
+      notice that his wife was in the room over him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, Monsieur Delbecq, has he signed?&rdquo; the Countess asked her secretary,
+      whom she saw alone on the road beyond the hedge of a haha.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;No, madame. I do not even know what has become of our man. The old horse
+      reared.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Then we shall be obliged to put him into Charenton,&rdquo; said she, &ldquo;since we
+      have got him.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Colonel, who recovered the elasticity of youth to leap the haha, in
+      the twinkling of an eye was standing in front of Delbecq, on whom he
+      bestowed the two finest slaps that ever a scoundrel&rsquo;s cheeks received.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And you may add that old horses can kick!&rdquo; said he.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      His rage spent, the Colonel no longer felt vigorous enough to leap the
+      ditch. He had seen the truth in all its nakedness. The Countess&rsquo; speech
+      and Delbecq&rsquo;s reply had revealed the conspiracy of which he was to be the
+      victim. The care taken of him was but a bait to entrap him in a snare.
+      That speech was like a drop of subtle poison, bringing on in the old
+      soldier a return of all his sufferings, physical and moral. He came back
+      to the summer-house through the park gate, walking slowly like a broken
+      man.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then for him there was to be neither peace nor truce. From this moment he
+      must begin the odious warfare with this woman of which Derville had
+      spoken, enter on a life of litigation, feed on gall, drink every morning
+      of the cup of bitterness. And then&mdash;fearful thought!&mdash;where was
+      he to find the money needful to pay the cost of the first proceedings? He
+      felt such disgust of life, that if there had been any water at hand he
+      would have thrown himself into it; that if he had had a pistol, he would
+      have blown out his brains. Then he relapsed into the indecision of mind
+      which, since his conversation with Derville at the dairyman&rsquo;s had changed
+      his character.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At last, having reached the kiosque, he went up to the gazebo, where
+      little rose-windows afforded a view over each lovely landscape of the
+      valley, and where he found his wife seated on a chair. The Countess was
+      gazing at the distance, and preserved a calm countenance, showing that
+      impenetrable face which women can assume when resolved to do their worst.
+      She wiped her eyes as if she had been weeping, and played absently with
+      the pink ribbons of her sash. Nevertheless, in spite of her apparent
+      assurance, she could not help shuddering slightly when she saw before her
+      her venerable benefactor, standing with folded arms, his face pale, his
+      brow stern.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Madame,&rdquo; he said, after gazing at her fixedly for a moment and compelling
+      her to blush, &ldquo;Madame, I do not curse you&mdash;I scorn you. I can now
+      thank the chance that has divided us. I do not feel even a desire for
+      revenge; I no longer love you. I want nothing from you. Live in peace on
+      the strength of my word; it is worth more than the scrawl of all the
+      notaries in Paris. I will never assert my claim to the name I perhaps have
+      made illustrious. I am henceforth but a poor devil named Hyacinthe, who
+      asks no more than his share of the sunshine.&mdash;Farewell!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Countess threw herself at his feet; she would have detained him by
+      taking his hands, but he pushed her away with disgust, saying:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do not touch me!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Countess&rsquo; expression when she heard her husband&rsquo;s retreating steps is
+      quite indescribable. Then, with the deep perspicacity given only by utter
+      villainy, or by fierce worldly selfishness, she knew that she might live
+      in peace on the word and the contempt of this loyal veteran.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Chabert, in fact, disappeared. The dairyman failed in business, and became
+      a hackney-cab driver. The Colonel, perhaps, took up some similar industry
+      for a time. Perhaps, like a stone flung into a chasm, he went falling from
+      ledge to ledge, to be lost in the mire of rags that seethes through the
+      streets of Paris.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Six months after this event, Derville, hearing no more of Colonel Chabert
+      or the Comtesse Ferraud, supposed that they had no doubt come to a
+      compromise, which the Countess, out of revenge, had had arranged by some
+      other lawyer. So one morning he added up the sums he had advanced to the
+      said Chabert with the costs, and begged the Comtesse Ferraud to claim from
+      M. le Comte Chabert the amount of the bill, assuming that she would know
+      where to find her first husband.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The very next day Comte Ferraud&rsquo;s man of business, lately appointed
+      President of the County Court in a town of some importance, wrote this
+      distressing note to Derville:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;MONSIEUR,&mdash;
+
+  &ldquo;Madame la Comtesse Ferraud desires me to inform you that your
+  client took complete advantage of your confidence, and that the
+  individual calling himself Comte Chabert has acknowledged that he
+  came forward under false pretences.
+</pre>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yours, etc., DELBECQ.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;One comes across people who are, on my honor, too stupid by half,&rdquo; cried
+      Derville. &ldquo;They don&rsquo;t deserve to be Christians! Be humane, generous,
+      philanthropical, and a lawyer, and you are bound to be cheated! There is a
+      piece of business that will cost me two thousand-franc notes!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Some time after receiving this letter, Derville went to the Palais de
+      Justice in search of a pleader to whom he wished to speak, and who was
+      employed in the Police Court. As chance would have it, Derville went into
+      Court Number 6 at the moment when the Presiding Magistrate was sentencing
+      one Hyacinthe to two months&rsquo; imprisonment as a vagabond, and subsequently
+      to be taken to the Mendicity House of Detention, a sentence which, by
+      magistrates&rsquo; law, is equivalent to perpetual imprisonment. On hearing the
+      name of Hyacinthe, Derville looked at the deliquent, sitting between two
+      <i>gendarmes</i> on the bench for the accused, and recognized in the
+      condemned man his false Colonel Chabert.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The old soldier was placid, motionless, almost absentminded. In spite of
+      his rags, in spite of the misery stamped on his countenance, it gave
+      evidence of noble pride. His eye had a stoical expression which no
+      magistrate ought to have misunderstood; but as soon as a man has fallen
+      into the hands of justice, he is no more than a moral entity, a matter of
+      law or of fact, just as to statists he has become a zero.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When the veteran was taken back to the lock-up, to be removed later with
+      the batch of vagabonds at that moment at the bar, Derville availed himself
+      of the privilege accorded to lawyers of going wherever they please in the
+      Courts, and followed him to the lock-up, where he stood scrutinizing him
+      for some minutes, as well as the curious crew of beggars among whom he
+      found himself. The passage to the lock-up at that moment afforded one of
+      those spectacles which, unfortunately, neither legislators, nor
+      philanthropists, nor painters, nor writers come to study. Like all the
+      laboratories of the law, this ante-room is a dark and malodorous place;
+      along the walls runs a wooden seat, blackened by the constant presence
+      there of the wretches who come to this meeting-place of every form of
+      social squalor, where not one of them is missing.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      A poet might say that the day was ashamed to light up this dreadful sewer
+      through which so much misery flows! There is not a spot on that plank
+      where some crime has not sat, in embryo or matured; not a corner where a
+      man has never stood who, driven to despair by the blight which justice has
+      set upon him after his first fault, has not there begun a career, at the
+      end of which looms the guillotine or the pistol-snap of the suicide. All
+      who fall on the pavement of Paris rebound against these yellow-gray walls,
+      on which a philanthropist who was not a speculator might read a
+      justification of the numerous suicides complained of by hypocritical
+      writers who are incapable of taking a step to prevent them&mdash;for that
+      justification is written in that ante-room, like a preface to the dramas
+      of the Morgue, or to those enacted on the Place de la Greve.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At this moment Colonel Chabert was sitting among these men&mdash;men with
+      coarse faces, clothed in the horrible livery of misery, and silent at
+      intervals, or talking in a low tone, for three gendarmes on duty paced to
+      and fro, their sabres clattering on the floor.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do you recognize me?&rdquo; said Derville to the old man, standing in front of
+      him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes, sir,&rdquo; said Chabert, rising.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;If you are an honest man,&rdquo; Derville went on in an undertone, &ldquo;how could
+      you remain in my debt?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The old soldier blushed as a young girl might when accused by her mother
+      of a clandestine love affair.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What! Madame Ferraud has not paid you?&rdquo; cried he in a loud voice.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Paid me?&rdquo; said Derville. &ldquo;She wrote to me that you were a swindler.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Colonel cast up his eyes in a sublime impulse of horror and
+      imprecation, as if to call heaven to witness to this fresh subterfuge.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; said he, in a voice that was calm by sheer huskiness, &ldquo;get the
+      gendarmes to allow me to go into the lock-up, and I will sign an order
+      which will certainly be honored.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      At a word from Derville to the sergeant he was allowed to take his client
+      into the room, where Hyacinthe wrote a few lines, and addressed them to
+      the Comtesse Ferraud.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Send her that,&rdquo; said the soldier, &ldquo;and you will be paid your costs and
+      the money you advanced. Believe me, monsieur, if I have not shown you the
+      gratitude I owe you for your kind offices, it is not the less there,&rdquo; and
+      he laid his hand on his heart. &ldquo;Yes, it is there, deep and sincere. But
+      what can the unfortunate do? They live, and that is all.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What!&rdquo; said Derville. &ldquo;Did you not stipulate for an allowance?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do not speak of it!&rdquo; cried the old man. &ldquo;You cannot conceive how deep my
+      contempt is for the outside life to which most men cling. I was suddenly
+      attacked by a sickness&mdash;disgust of humanity. When I think that
+      Napoleon is at Saint-Helena, everything on earth is a matter of
+      indifference to me. I can no longer be a soldier; that is my only real
+      grief. After all,&rdquo; he added with a gesture of childish simplicity, &ldquo;it is
+      better to enjoy luxury of feeling than of dress. For my part, I fear
+      nobody&rsquo;s contempt.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And the Colonel sat down on his bench again.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Derville went away. On returning to his office, he sent Godeschal, at that
+      time his second clerk, to the Comtesse Ferraud, who, on reading the note,
+      at once paid the sum due to Comte Chabert&rsquo;s lawyer.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      In 1840, towards the end of June, Godeschal, now himself an attorney, went
+      to Ris with Derville, to whom he had succeeded. When they reached the
+      avenue leading from the highroad to Bicetre, they saw, under one of the
+      elm-trees by the wayside, one of those old, broken, and hoary paupers who
+      have earned the Marshal&rsquo;s staff among beggars by living on at Bicetre as
+      poor women live on at la Salpetriere. This man, one of the two thousand
+      poor creatures who are lodged in the infirmary for the aged, was seated on
+      a corner-stone, and seemed to have concentrated all his intelligence on an
+      operation well known to these pensioners, which consists in drying their
+      snuffy pocket-handkerchiefs in the sun, perhaps to save washing them. This
+      old man had an attractive countenance. He was dressed in a reddish cloth
+      wrapper-coat which the work-house affords to its inmates, a sort of
+      horrible livery.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I say, Derville,&rdquo; said Godeschal to his traveling companion, &ldquo;look at
+      that old fellow. Isn&rsquo;t he like those grotesque carved figures we get from
+      Germany? And it is alive, perhaps it is happy.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Derville looked at the poor man through his eyeglass, and with a little
+      exclamation of surprise he said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That old man, my dear fellow, is a whole poem, or, as the romantics say,
+      a drama.&mdash;Did you ever meet the Comtesse Ferraud?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes; she is a clever woman, and agreeable; but rather too pious,&rdquo; said
+      Godeschal.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That old Bicetre pauper is her lawful husband, Comte Chabert, the old
+      Colonel. She has had him sent here, no doubt. And if he is in this
+      workhouse instead of living in a mansion, it is solely because he reminded
+      the pretty Countess that he had taken her, like a hackney cab, on the
+      street. I can remember now the tiger&rsquo;s glare she shot at him at that
+      moment.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      This opening having excited Godeschal&rsquo;s curiosity, Derville related the
+      story here told.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Two days later, on Monday morning, as they returned to Paris, the two
+      friends looked again at Bicetre, and Derville proposed that they should
+      call on Colonel Chabert. Halfway up the avenue they found the old man
+      sitting on the trunk of a felled tree. With his stick in one hand, he was
+      amusing himself with drawing lines in the sand. On looking at him
+      narrowly, they perceived that he had been breakfasting elsewhere than at
+      Bicetre.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Good-morning, Colonel Chabert,&rdquo; said Derville.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Not Chabert! not Chabert! My name is Hyacinthe,&rdquo; replied the veteran. &ldquo;I
+      am no longer a man, I am No. 164, Room 7,&rdquo; he added, looking at Derville
+      with timid anxiety, the fear of an old man and a child.&mdash;&ldquo;Are you
+      going to visit the man condemned to death?&rdquo; he asked after a moment&rsquo;s
+      silence. &ldquo;He is not married! He is very lucky!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Poor fellow!&rdquo; said Godeschal. &ldquo;Would you like something to buy snuff?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      With all the simplicity of a street Arab, the Colonel eagerly held out his
+      hand to the two strangers, who each gave him a twenty-franc piece; he
+      thanked them with a puzzled look, saying:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Brave troopers!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      He ported arms, pretended to take aim at them, and shouted with a smile:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Fire! both arms! <i>Vive Napoleon</i>!&rdquo; And he drew a flourish in the air
+      with his stick.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The nature of his wound has no doubt made him childish,&rdquo; said Derville.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Childish! he?&rdquo; said another old pauper, who was looking on. &ldquo;Why, there
+      are days when you had better not tread on his corns. He is an old rogue,
+      full of philosophy and imagination. But to-day, what can you expect! He
+      has had his Monday treat.&mdash;He was here, monsieur, so long ago as
+      1820. At that time a Prussian officer, whose chaise was crawling up the
+      hill of Villejuif, came by on foot. We two were together, Hyacinthe and I,
+      by the roadside. The officer, as he walked, was talking to another, a
+      Russian, or some animal of the same species, and when the Prussian saw the
+      old boy, just to make fun, he said to him, &lsquo;Here is an old cavalry man who
+      must have been at Rossbach.&rsquo;&mdash;&lsquo;I was too young to be there,&rsquo; said
+      Hyacinthe. &lsquo;But I was at Jena.&rsquo; And the Prussian made off pretty quick,
+      without asking any more questions.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What a destiny!&rdquo; exclaimed Derville. &ldquo;Taken out of the Foundling Hospital
+      to die in the Infirmary for the Aged, after helping Napoleon between
+      whiles to conquer Egypt and Europe.&mdash;Do you know, my dear fellow,&rdquo;
+       Derville went on after a pause, &ldquo;there are in modern society three men who
+      can never think well of the world&mdash;the priest, the doctor, and the
+      man of law? And they wear black robes, perhaps because they are in
+      mourning for every virtue and every illusion. The most hapless of the
+      three is the lawyer. When a man comes in search of the priest, he is
+      prompted by repentance, by remorse, by beliefs which make him interesting,
+      which elevate him and comfort the soul of the intercessor whose task will
+      bring him a sort of gladness; he purifies, repairs and reconciles. But we
+      lawyers, we see the same evil feelings repeated again and again, nothing
+      can correct them; our offices are sewers which can never be cleansed.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;How many things have I learned in the exercise of my profession! I have
+      seen a father die in a garret, deserted by two daughters, to whom he had
+      given forty thousand francs a year! I have known wills burned; I have seen
+      mothers robbing their children, wives killing their husbands, and working
+      on the love they could inspire to make the men idiotic or mad, that they
+      might live in peace with a lover. I have seen women teaching the child of
+      their marriage such tastes as must bring it to the grave in order to
+      benefit the child of an illicit affection. I could not tell you all I have
+      seen, for I have seen crimes against which justice is impotent. In short,
+      all the horrors that romancers suppose they have invented are still below
+      the truth. You will know something of these pretty things; as for me, I am
+      going to live in the country with my wife. I have a horror of Paris.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I have seen plenty of them already in Desroches&rsquo; office,&rdquo; replied
+      Godeschal.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      PARIS, February-March 1832.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002">
+      <!--  H2 anchor --> </a>
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      ADDENDUM
+    </h2>
+    <h3>
+      The following personages appear in other stories of the Human Comedy.
+    </h3>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+     Bonaparte, Napoleon
+       The Vendetta
+       The Gondreville Mystery
+       Domestic Peace
+       The Seamy Side of History
+       A Woman of Thirty
+
+     Crottat, Alexandre
+       Cesar Birotteau
+       A Start in Life
+       A Woman of Thirty
+       Cousin Pons
+
+     Derville
+       Gobseck
+       A Start in Life
+       The Gondreville Mystery
+       Father Goriot
+       Scenes from a Courtesan&rsquo;s Life
+
+     Desroches (son)
+       A Bachelor&rsquo;s Establishment
+       A Start in Life
+       A Woman of Thirty
+       The Commission in Lunacy
+       The Government Clerks
+       A Distinguished Provincial at Paris
+       Scenes from a Courtesan&rsquo;s Life
+       The Firm of Nucingen
+       A Man of Business
+       The Middle Classes
+
+     Ferraud, Comtesse
+       The Government Clerks
+
+     Godeschal, Francois-Claude-Marie
+       A Bachelor&rsquo;s Establishment
+       A Start in Life
+       The Commission in Lunacy
+       The Middle Classes
+       Cousin Pons
+
+     Grandlieu, Vicomtesse de
+       Scenes from a Courtesan&rsquo;s Life
+       Gobseck
+
+     Louis XVIII., Louis-Stanislas-Xavier
+       The Chouans
+       The Seamy Side of History
+       The Gondreville Mystery
+       Scenes from a Courtesan&rsquo;s Life
+       The Ball at Sceaux
+       The Lily of the Valley
+       The Government Clerks
+
+     Murat, Joachim, Prince
+       The Vendetta
+       The Gondreville Mystery
+       Domestic Peace
+       The Country Doctor
+
+     Navarreins, Duc de
+       A Bachelor&rsquo;s Establishment
+       The Muse of the Department
+       The Thirteen
+       Jealousies of a Country Town
+       The Peasantry
+       Scenes from a Courtesan&rsquo;s Life
+       The Country Parson
+       The Magic Skin
+       The Gondreville Mystery
+       The Secrets of a Princess
+       Cousin Betty
+
+     Vergniaud, Louis
+       The Vendetta
+</pre>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br />
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+
+
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+Title: Colonel Chabert
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+Author: Honore de Balzac
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+Translator: Ellen Marriage and Clara Bell
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+Release Date: November, 1999  [Etext #1954]
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK COLONEL CHABERT ***
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+Produced by John Bickers, and Dagny
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+COLONEL CHABERT
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+By Honore De Balzac
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+Translated by Ellen Marriage and Clara Bell
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+                             DEDICATION
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+       To Madame la Comtesse Ida de Bocarme nee du Chasteler.
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+COLONEL CHABERT
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+
+"HULLO! There is that old Box-coat again!"
+
+This exclamation was made by a lawyer's clerk of the class called in
+French offices a gutter-jumper--a messenger in fact--who at this moment
+was eating a piece of dry bread with a hearty appetite. He pulled off
+a morsel of crumb to make into a bullet, and fired it gleefully through
+the open pane of the window against which he was leaning. The pellet,
+well aimed, rebounded almost as high as the window, after hitting the
+hat of a stranger who was crossing the courtyard of a house in the Rue
+Vivienne, where dwelt Maitre Derville, attorney-at-law.
+
+"Come, Simonnin, don't play tricks on people, or I will turn you out of
+doors. However poor a client may be, he is still a man, hang it all!"
+said the head clerk, pausing in the addition of a bill of costs.
+
+The lawyer's messenger is commonly, as was Simonnin, a lad of thirteen
+or fourteen, who, in every office, is under the special jurisdiction of
+the managing clerk, whose errands and _billets-doux_ keep him employed
+on his way to carry writs to the bailiffs and petitions to the Courts.
+He is akin to the street boy in his habits, and to the pettifogger
+by fate. The boy is almost always ruthless, unbroken, unmanageable, a
+ribald rhymester, impudent, greedy, and idle. And yet, almost all these
+clerklings have an old mother lodging on some fifth floor with whom they
+share their pittance of thirty or forty francs a month.
+
+"If he is a man, why do you call him old Box-coat?" asked Simonnin, with
+the air of a schoolboy who has caught out his master.
+
+And he went on eating his bread and cheese, leaning his shoulder against
+the window jamb; for he rested standing like a cab-horse, one of his
+legs raised and propped against the other, on the toe of his shoe.
+
+"What trick can we play that cove?" said the third clerk, whose name was
+Godeschal, in a low voice, pausing in the middle of a discourse he
+was extemporizing in an appeal engrossed by the fourth clerk, of which
+copies were being made by two neophytes from the provinces.
+
+Then he went on improvising:
+
+"_But, in his noble and beneficent wisdom, his Majesty, Louis the
+Eighteenth_--(write it at full length, heh! Desroches the learned--you,
+as you engross it!)--_when he resumed the reins of Government,
+understood_--(what did that old nincompoop ever understand?)--_the high
+mission to which he had been called by Divine Providence!_--(a note of
+admiration and six stops. They are pious enough at the Courts to let us
+put six)--_and his first thought, as is proved by the date of the order
+hereinafter designated, was to repair the misfortunes caused by the
+terrible and sad disasters of the revolutionary times, by restoring to
+his numerous and faithful adherents_--('numerous' is flattering, and
+ought to please the Bench)--_all their unsold estates, whether within
+our realm, or in conquered or acquired territory, or in the endowments
+of public institutions, for we are, and proclaim ourselves competent to
+declare, that this is the spirit and meaning of the famous, truly loyal
+order given in_--Stop," said Godeschal to the three copying clerks,
+"that rascally sentence brings me to the end of my page.--Well," he went
+on, wetting the back fold of the sheet with his tongue, so as to be able
+to fold back the page of thick stamped paper, "well, if you want to play
+him a trick, tell him that the master can only see his clients between
+two and three in the morning; we shall see if he comes, the old
+ruffian!"
+
+And Godeschal took up the sentence he was dictating--"_given in_--Are
+you ready?"
+
+"Yes," cried the three writers.
+
+It all went all together, the appeal, the gossip, and the conspiracy.
+
+"_Given in_--Here, Daddy Boucard, what is the date of the order? We
+must dot our _i_'s and cross our _t_'s, by Jingo! it helps to fill the
+pages."
+
+"By Jingo!" repeated one of the copying clerks before Boucard, the head
+clerk, could reply.
+
+"What! have you written _by Jingo_?" cried Godeschal, looking at one of
+the novices, with an expression at once stern and humorous.
+
+"Why, yes," said Desroches, the fourth clerk, leaning across his
+neighbor's copy, "he has written, '_We must dot our i's_' and spelt it
+_by Gingo_!"
+
+All the clerks shouted with laughter.
+
+"Why! Monsieur Hure, you take 'By Jingo' for a law term, and you say you
+come from Mortagne!" exclaimed Simonnin.
+
+"Scratch it cleanly out," said the head clerk. "If the judge, whose
+business it is to tax the bill, were to see such things, he would say
+you were laughing at the whole boiling. You would hear of it from the
+chief! Come, no more of this nonsense, Monsieur Hure! A Norman ought not
+to write out an appeal without thought. It is the 'Shoulder arms!' of
+the law."
+
+"_Given in--in_?" asked Godeschal.--"Tell me when, Boucard."
+
+"June 1814," replied the head clerk, without looking up from his work.
+
+A knock at the office door interrupted the circumlocutions of the prolix
+document. Five clerks with rows of hungry teeth, bright, mocking eyes,
+and curly heads, lifted their noses towards the door, after crying all
+together in a singing tone, "Come in!"
+
+Boucard kept his face buried in a pile of papers--_broutilles_ (odds and
+ends) in French law jargon--and went on drawing out the bill of costs on
+which he was busy.
+
+The office was a large room furnished with the traditional stool which
+is to be seen in all these dens of law-quibbling. The stove-pipe crossed
+the room diagonally to the chimney of a bricked-up fireplace; on the
+marble chimney-piece were several chunks of bread, triangles of Brie
+cheese, pork cutlets, glasses, bottles, and the head clerk's cup of
+chocolate. The smell of these dainties blended so completely with that
+of the immoderately overheated stove and the odor peculiar to offices
+and old papers, that the trail of a fox would not have been perceptible.
+The floor was covered with mud and snow, brought in by the clerks. Near
+the window stood the desk with a revolving lid, where the head clerk
+worked, and against the back of it was the second clerk's table. The
+second clerk was at this moment in Court. It was between eight and nine
+in the morning.
+
+The only decoration of the office consisted in huge yellow posters,
+announcing seizures of real estate, sales, settlements under trust,
+final or interim judgments,--all the glory of a lawyer's office. Behind
+the head clerk was an enormous room, of which each division was crammed
+with bundles of papers with an infinite number of tickets hanging from
+them at the ends of red tape, which give a peculiar physiognomy to law
+papers. The lower rows were filled with cardboard boxes, yellow with
+use, on which might be read the names of the more important clients
+whose cases were juicily stewing at this present time. The dirty
+window-panes admitted but little daylight. Indeed, there are very few
+offices in Paris where it is possible to write without lamplight before
+ten in the morning in the month of February, for they are all left to
+very natural neglect; every one comes and no one stays; no one has any
+personal interest in a scene of mere routine--neither the attorney, nor
+the counsel, nor the clerks, trouble themselves about the appearance
+of a place which, to the youths, is a schoolroom; to the clients, a
+passage; to the chief, a laboratory. The greasy furniture is handed down
+to successive owners with such scrupulous care, that in some offices
+may still be seen boxes of _remainders_, machines for twisting
+parchment gut, and bags left by the prosecuting parties of the Chatelet
+(abbreviated to _Chlet_)--a Court which, under the old order of things,
+represented the present Court of First Instance (or County Court).
+
+So in this dark office, thick with dust, there was, as in all its
+fellows, something repulsive to the clients--something which made it
+one of the most hideous monstrosities of Paris. Nay, were it not for
+the mouldy sacristies where prayers are weighed out and paid for like
+groceries, and for the old-clothes shops, where flutter the rags that
+blight all the illusions of life by showing us the last end of all our
+festivities--an attorney's office would be, of all social marts, the
+most loathsome. But we might say the same of the gambling-hell, of the
+Law Court, of the lottery office, of the brothel.
+
+But why? In these places, perhaps, the drama being played in a man's
+soul makes him indifferent to accessories, which would also account for
+the single-mindedness of great thinkers and men of great ambitions.
+
+"Where is my penknife?"
+
+"I am eating my breakfast."
+
+"You go and be hanged! here is a blot on the copy."
+
+"Silence, gentlemen!"
+
+These various exclamations were uttered simultaneously at the moment
+when the old client shut the door with the sort of humility which
+disfigures the movements of a man down on his luck. The stranger tried
+to smile, but the muscles of his face relaxed as he vainly looked for
+some symptoms of amenity on the inexorably indifferent faces of the six
+clerks. Accustomed, no doubt, to gauge men, he very politely addressed
+the gutter-jumper, hoping to get a civil answer from this boy of all
+work.
+
+"Monsieur, is your master at home?"
+
+The pert messenger made no reply, but patted his ear with the fingers of
+his left hand, as much as to say, "I am deaf."
+
+"What do you want, sir?" asked Godeschal, swallowing as he spoke a
+mouthful of bread big enough to charge a four-pounder, flourishing his
+knife and crossing his legs, throwing up one foot in the air to the
+level of his eyes.
+
+"This is the fifth time I have called," replied the victim. "I wish to
+speak to M. Derville."
+
+"On business?"
+
+"Yes, but I can explain it to no one but--"
+
+"M. Derville is in bed; if you wish to consult him on some difficulty,
+he does no serious work till midnight. But if you will lay the case
+before us, we could help you just as well as he can to----"
+
+The stranger was unmoved; he looked timidly about him, like a dog who
+has got into a strange kitchen and expects a kick. By grace of their
+profession, lawyers' clerks have no fear of thieves; they did not
+suspect the owner of the box-coat, and left him to study the place,
+where he looked in vain for a chair to sit on, for he was evidently
+tired. Attorneys, on principle, do not have many chairs in their
+offices. The inferior client, being kept waiting on his feet, goes away
+grumbling, but then he does not waste time, which, as an old lawyer once
+said, is not allowed for when the bill is taxed.
+
+"Monsieur," said the old man, "as I have already told you, I cannot
+explain my business to any one but M. Derville. I will wait till he is
+up."
+
+Boucard had finished his bill. He smelt the fragrance of his chocolate,
+rose from his cane armchair, went to the chimney-piece, looked the old
+man from head to foot, stared at his coat, and made an indescribable
+grimace. He probably reflected that whichever way his client might be
+wrung, it would be impossible to squeeze out a centime, so he put in a
+few brief words to rid the office of a bad customer.
+
+"It is the truth, monsieur. The chief only works at night. If your
+business is important, I recommend you to return at one in the morning."
+The stranger looked at the head clerk with a bewildered expression, and
+remained motionless for a moment. The clerks, accustomed to every
+change of countenance, and the odd whimsicalities to which indecision or
+absence of mind gives rise in "parties," went on eating, making as much
+noise with their jaws as horses over a manger, and paying no further
+heed to the old man.
+
+"I will come again to-night," said the stranger at length, with the
+tenacious desire, peculiar to the unfortunate, to catch humanity at
+fault.
+
+The only irony allowed to poverty is to drive Justice and Benevolence to
+unjust denials. When a poor wretch has convicted Society of falsehood,
+he throws himself more eagerly on the mercy of God.
+
+"What do you think of that for a cracked pot?" said Simonnin, without
+waiting till the old man had shut the door.
+
+"He looks as if he had been buried and dug up again," said a clerk.
+
+"He is some colonel who wants his arrears of pay," said the head clerk.
+
+"No, he is a retired concierge," said Godeschal.
+
+"I bet you he is a nobleman," cried Boucard.
+
+"I bet you he has been a porter," retorted Godeschal. "Only porters are
+gifted by nature with shabby box-coats, as worn and greasy and frayed
+as that old body's. And did you see his trodden-down boots that let the
+water in, and his stock which serves for a shirt? He has slept in a dry
+arch."
+
+"He may be of noble birth, and yet have pulled the doorlatch," cried
+Desroches. "It has been known!"
+
+"No," Boucard insisted, in the midst of laughter, "I maintain that he
+was a brewer in 1789, and a colonel in the time of the Republic."
+
+"I bet theatre tickets round that he never was a soldier," said
+Godeschal.
+
+"Done with you," answered Boucard.
+
+"Monsieur! Monsieur!" shouted the little messenger, opening the window.
+
+"What are you at now, Simonnin?" asked Boucard.
+
+"I am calling him that you may ask him whether he is a colonel or a
+porter; he must know."
+
+All the clerks laughed. As to the old man, he was already coming
+upstairs again.
+
+"What can we say to him?" cried Godeschal.
+
+"Leave it to me," replied Boucard.
+
+The poor man came in nervously, his eyes cast down, perhaps not to
+betray how hungry he was by looking too greedily at the eatables.
+
+"Monsieur," said Boucard, "will you have the kindness to leave your
+name, so that M. Derville may know----"
+
+"Chabert."
+
+"The Colonel who was killed at Eylau?" asked Hure, who, having so far
+said nothing, was jealous of adding a jest to all the others.
+
+"The same, monsieur," replied the good man, with antique simplicity. And
+he went away.
+
+"Whew!"
+
+"Done brown!"
+
+"Poof!"
+
+"Oh!"
+
+"Ah!"
+
+"Boum!"
+
+"The old rogue!"
+
+"Ting-a-ring-ting!"
+
+"Sold again!"
+
+"Monsieur Desroches, you are going to the play without paying," said
+Hure to the fourth clerk, giving him a slap on the shoulder that might
+have killed a rhinoceros.
+
+There was a storm of cat-calls, cries, and exclamations, which all the
+onomatopeia of the language would fail to represent.
+
+"Which theatre shall we go to?"
+
+"To the opera," cried the head clerk.
+
+"In the first place," said Godeschal, "I never mentioned which theatre.
+I might, if I chose, take you to see Madame Saqui."
+
+"Madame Saqui is not the play."
+
+"What is a play?" replied Godeschal. "First, we must define the point
+of fact. What did I bet, gentlemen? A play. What is a play? A spectacle.
+What is a spectacle? Something to be seen--"
+
+"But on that principle you would pay your bet by taking us to see the
+water run under the Pont Neuf!" cried Simonnin, interrupting him.
+
+"To be seen for money," Godeschal added.
+
+"But a great many things are to be seen for money that are not plays.
+The definition is defective," said Desroches.
+
+"But do listen to me!"
+
+"You are talking nonsense, my dear boy," said Boucard.
+
+"Is Curtius' a play?" said Godeschal.
+
+"No," said the head clerk, "it is a collection of figures--but it is a
+spectacle."
+
+"I bet you a hundred francs to a sou," Godeschal resumed, "that Curtius'
+Waxworks forms such a show as might be called a play or theatre. It
+contains a thing to be seen at various prices, according to the place
+you choose to occupy."
+
+"And so on, and so forth!" said Simonnin.
+
+"You mind I don't box your ears!" said Godeschal.
+
+The clerk shrugged their shoulders.
+
+"Besides, it is not proved that that old ape was not making game of us,"
+he said, dropping his argument, which was drowned in the laughter of the
+other clerks. "On my honor, Colonel Chabert is really and truly dead.
+His wife is married again to Comte Ferraud, Councillor of State. Madame
+Ferraud is one of our clients."
+
+"Come, the case is remanded till to-morrow," said Boucard. "To work,
+gentlemen. The deuce is in it; we get nothing done here. Finish copying
+that appeal; it must be handed in before the sitting of the Fourth
+Chamber, judgment is to be given to-day. Come, on you go!"
+
+"If he really were Colonel Chabert, would not that impudent rascal
+Simonnin have felt the leather of his boot in the right place when he
+pretended to be deaf?" said Desroches, regarding this remark as more
+conclusive than Godeschal's.
+
+"Since nothing is settled," said Boucard, "let us all agree to go to the
+upper boxes of the Francais and see Talma in 'Nero.' Simonnin may go to
+the pit."
+
+And thereupon the head clerk sat down at his table, and the others
+followed his example.
+
+"_Given in June eighteen hundred and fourteen_ (in words)," said
+Godeschal. "Ready?"
+
+"Yes," replied the two copying-clerks and the engrosser, whose pens
+forthwith began to creak over the stamped paper, making as much noise
+in the office as a hundred cockchafers imprisoned by schoolboys in paper
+cages.
+
+"_And we hope that my lords on the Bench_," the extemporizing clerk went
+on. "Stop! I must read my sentence through again. I do not understand it
+myself."
+
+"Forty-six (that must often happen) and three forty-nines," said
+Boucard.
+
+"_We hope_," Godeschal began again, after reading all through the
+document, "_that my lords on the Bench will not be less magnanimous than
+the august author of the decree, and that they will do justice against
+the miserable claims of the acting committee of the chief Board of the
+Legion of Honor by interpreting the law in the wide sense we have here
+set forth_----"
+
+"Monsieur Godeschal, wouldn't you like a glass of water?" said the
+little messenger.
+
+"That imp of a boy!" said Boucard. "Here, get on your double-soled
+shanks-mare, take this packet, and spin off to the Invalides."
+
+"_Here set forth_," Godeschal went on. "Add _in the interest of Madame
+la Vicomtesse_ (at full length) _de Grandlieu_."
+
+"What!" cried the chief, "are you thinking of drawing up an appeal in
+the case of Vicomtesse de Grandlieu against the Legion of Honor--a case
+for the office to stand or fall by? You are something like an ass! Have
+the goodness to put aside your copies and your notes; you may keep all
+that for the case of Navarreins against the Hospitals. It is late.
+I will draw up a little petition myself, with a due allowance of
+'inasmuch,' and go to the Courts myself."
+
+This scene is typical of the thousand delights which, when we look back
+on our youth, make us say, "Those were good times."
+
+
+
+At about one in the morning Colonel Chabert, self-styled, knocked at the
+door of Maitre Derville, attorney to the Court of First Instance in the
+Department of the Seine. The porter told him that Monsieur Derville had
+not yet come in. The old man said he had an appointment, and was
+shown upstairs to the rooms occupied by the famous lawyer, who,
+notwithstanding his youth, was considered to have one of the longest
+heads in Paris.
+
+Having rung, the distrustful applicant was not a little astonished at
+finding the head clerk busily arranging in a convenient order on his
+master's dining-room table the papers relating to the cases to be tried
+on the morrow. The clerk, not less astonished, bowed to the Colonel and
+begged him to take a seat, which the client did.
+
+"On my word, monsieur, I thought you were joking yesterday when you
+named such an hour for an interview," said the old man, with the forced
+mirth of a ruined man, who does his best to smile.
+
+"The clerks were joking, but they were speaking the truth too," replied
+the man, going on with his work. "M. Derville chooses this hour for
+studying his cases, taking stock of their possibilities, arranging
+how to conduct them, deciding on the line of defence. His prodigious
+intellect is freer at this hour--the only time when he can have the
+silence and quiet needed for the conception of good ideas. Since he
+entered the profession, you are the third person to come to him for
+a consultation at this midnight hour. After coming in the chief will
+discuss each case, read everything, spend four or five hours perhaps
+over the business, then he will ring for me and explain to me his
+intentions. In the morning from ten to two he hears what his clients
+have to say, then he spends the rest of his day in appointments. In the
+evening he goes into society to keep up his connections. So he has only
+the night for undermining his cases, ransacking the arsenal of the code,
+and laying his plan of battle. He is determined never to lose a case;
+he loves his art. He will not undertake every case, as his brethren do.
+That is his life, an exceptionally active one. And he makes a great deal
+of money."
+
+As he listened to this explanation, the old man sat silent, and his
+strange face assumed an expression so bereft of intelligence, that the
+clerk, after looking at him, thought no more about him.
+
+A few minutes later Derville came in, in evening dress; his head clerk
+opened the door to him, and went back to finish arranging the papers.
+The young lawyer paused for a moment in amazement on seeing in the
+dim light the strange client who awaited him. Colonel Chabert was as
+absolutely immovable as one of the wax figures in Curtius' collection to
+which Godeschal had proposed to treat his fellow-clerks. This quiescence
+would not have been a subject for astonishment if it had not completed
+the supernatural aspect of the man's whole person. The old soldier was
+dry and lean. His forehead, intentionally hidden under a smoothly
+combed wig, gave him a look of mystery. His eyes seemed shrouded in a
+transparent film; you would have compared them to dingy mother-of-pearl
+with a blue iridescence changing in the gleam of the wax lights. His
+face, pale, livid, and as thin as a knife, if I may use such a vulgar
+expression, was as the face of the dead. Round his neck was a tight
+black silk stock.
+
+Below the dark line of this rag the body was so completely hidden in
+shadow that a man of imagination might have supposed the old head was
+due to some chance play of light and shade, or have taken it for a
+portrait by Rembrandt, without a frame. The brim of the hat which
+covered the old man's brow cast a black line of shadow on the upper part
+of the face. This grotesque effect, though natural, threw into relief by
+contrast the white furrows, the cold wrinkles, the colorless tone of the
+corpse-like countenance. And the absence of all movement in the
+figure, of all fire in the eye, were in harmony with a certain look of
+melancholy madness, and the deteriorating symptoms characteristic of
+senility, giving the face an indescribably ill-starred look which no
+human words could render.
+
+But an observer, especially a lawyer, could also have read in this
+stricken man the signs of deep sorrow, the traces of grief which had
+worn into this face, as drops of water from the sky falling on fine
+marble at last destroy its beauty. A physician, an author, or a judge
+might have discerned a whole drama at the sight of its sublime horror,
+while the least charm was its resemblance to the grotesques which
+artists amuse themselves by sketching on a corner of the lithographic
+stone while chatting with a friend.
+
+On seeing the attorney, the stranger started, with the convulsive thrill
+that comes over a poet when a sudden noise rouses him from a fruitful
+reverie in silence and at night. The old man hastily removed his hat
+and rose to bow to the young man; the leather lining of his hat was
+doubtless very greasy; his wig stuck to it without his noticing it,
+and left his head bare, showing his skull horribly disfigured by a
+scar beginning at the nape of the neck and ending over the right eye, a
+prominent seam all across his head. The sudden removal of the dirty
+wig which the poor man wore to hide this gash gave the two lawyers no
+inclination to laugh, so horrible to behold was this riven skull.
+The first idea suggested by the sight of this old wound was, "His
+intelligence must have escaped through that cut."
+
+"If this is not Colonel Chabert, he is some thorough-going trooper!"
+thought Boucard.
+
+"Monsieur," said Derville, "to whom have I the honor of speaking?"
+
+"To Colonel Chabert."
+
+"Which?"
+
+"He who was killed at Eylau," replied the old man.
+
+On hearing this strange speech, the lawyer and his clerk glanced at each
+other, as much as to say, "He is mad."
+
+"Monsieur," the Colonel went on, "I wish to confide to you the secret of
+my position."
+
+A thing worthy of note is the natural intrepidity of lawyers. Whether
+from the habit of receiving a great many persons, or from the deep sense
+of the protection conferred on them by the law, or from confidence in
+their missions, they enter everywhere, fearing nothing, like priests and
+physicians. Derville signed to Boucard, who vanished.
+
+"During the day, sir," said the attorney, "I am not so miserly of my
+time, but at night every minute is precious. So be brief and concise. Go
+to the facts without digression. I will ask for any explanations I may
+consider necessary. Speak."
+
+Having bid his strange client to be seated, the young man sat down at
+the table; but while he gave his attention to the deceased Colonel, he
+turned over the bundles of papers.
+
+"You know, perhaps," said the dead man, "that I commanded a cavalry
+regiment at Eylau. I was of important service to the success of Murat's
+famous charge which decided the victory. Unhappily for me, my death is
+a historical fact, recorded in _Victoires et Conquetes_, where it is
+related in full detail. We cut through the three Russian lines, which at
+once closed up and formed again, so that we had to repeat the movement
+back again. At the moment when we were nearing the Emperor, after
+having scattered the Russians, I came against a squadron of the enemy's
+cavalry. I rushed at the obstinate brutes. Two Russian officers, perfect
+giants, attacked me both at once. One of them gave me a cut across the
+head that crashed through everything, even a black silk cap I wore next
+my head, and cut deep into the skull. I fell from my horse. Murat came
+up to support me. He rode over my body, he and all his men, fifteen
+hundred of them--there might have been more! My death was announced
+to the Emperor, who as a precaution--for he was fond of me, was the
+master--wished to know if there were no hope of saving the man he had
+to thank for such a vigorous attack. He sent two surgeons to identify me
+and bring me into Hospital, saying, perhaps too carelessly, for he
+was very busy, 'Go and see whether by any chance poor Chabert is still
+alive.' These rascally saw-bones, who had just seen me lying under
+the hoofs of the horses of two regiments, no doubt did not trouble
+themselves to feel my pulse, and reported that I was quite dead. The
+certificate of death was probably made out in accordance with the rules
+of military jurisprudence."
+
+As he heard his visitor express himself with complete lucidity, and
+relate a story so probable though so strange, the young lawyer ceased
+fingering the papers, rested his left elbow on the table, and with his
+head on his hand looked steadily at the Colonel.
+
+"Do you know, monsieur, that I am lawyer to the Countess Ferraud," he
+said, interrupting the speaker, "Colonel Chabert's widow?"
+
+"My wife--yes monsieur. Therefore, after a hundred fruitless attempts to
+interest lawyers, who have all thought me mad, I made up my mind to come
+to you. I will tell you of my misfortunes afterwards; for the present,
+allow me to prove the facts, explaining rather how things must have
+fallen out rather than how they did occur. Certain circumstances, known,
+I suppose to no one but the Almighty, compel me to speak of some things
+as hypothetical. The wounds I had received must presumably have produced
+tetanus, or have thrown me into a state analogous to that of a disease
+called, I believe, catalepsy. Otherwise how is it conceivable that I
+should have been stripped, as is the custom in time of the war, and
+thrown into the common grave by the men ordered to bury the dead?
+
+"Allow me here to refer to a detail of which I could know nothing till
+after the event, which, after all, I must speak of as my death. At
+Stuttgart, in 1814, I met an old quartermaster of my regiment. This dear
+fellow, the only man who chose to recognize me, and of whom I will tell
+you more later, explained the marvel of my preservation, by telling me
+that my horse was shot in the flank at the moment when I was wounded.
+Man and beast went down together, like a monk cut out of card-paper. As
+I fell, to the right or to the left, I was no doubt covered by the body
+of my horse, which protected me from being trampled to death or hit by a
+ball.
+
+"When I came to myself, monsieur, I was in a position and an atmosphere
+of which I could give you no idea if I talked till to-morrow. The little
+air there was to breathe was foul. I wanted to move, and found no room.
+I opened my eyes, and saw nothing. The most alarming circumstance
+was the lack of air, and this enlightened me as to my situation. I
+understood that no fresh air could penetrate to me, and that I must die.
+This thought took off the sense of intolerable pain which had aroused
+me. There was a violent singing in my ears. I heard--or I thought I
+heard, I will assert nothing--groans from the world of dead among whom I
+was lying. Some nights I still think I hear those stifled moans;
+though the remembrance of that time is very obscure, and my memory very
+indistinct, in spite of my impressions of far more acute suffering I was
+fated to go through, and which have confused my ideas.
+
+"But there was something more awful than cries; there was a silence such
+as I have never known elsewhere--literally, the silence of the grave.
+At last, by raising my hands and feeling the dead, I discerned a vacant
+space between my head and the human carrion above. I could thus measure
+the space, granted by a chance of which I knew not the cause. It would
+seem that, thanks to the carelessness and the haste with which we had
+been pitched into the trench, two dead bodies had leaned across and
+against each other, forming an angle like that made by two cards when a
+child is building a card castle. Feeling about me at once, for there
+was no time for play, I happily felt an arm lying detached, the arm of
+a Hercules! A stout bone, to which I owed my rescue. But for this
+unhoped-for help, I must have perished. But with a fury you may imagine,
+I began to work my way through the bodies which separated me from the
+layer of earth which had no doubt been thrown over us--I say us, as if
+there had been others living! I worked with a will, monsieur, for here I
+am! But to this day I do not know how I succeeded in getting through the
+pile of flesh which formed a barrier between me and life. You will say I
+had three arms. This crowbar, which I used cleverly enough, opened out
+a little air between the bodies I moved, and I economized my breath. At
+last I saw daylight, but through snow!
+
+"At that moment I perceived that my head was cut open. Happily my blood,
+or that of my comrades, or perhaps the torn skin of my horse, who knows,
+had in coagulating formed a sort of natural plaster. But, in spite
+of it, I fainted away when my head came into contact with the snow.
+However, the little warmth left in me melted the snow about me; and when
+I recovered consciousness, I found myself in the middle of a round hole,
+where I stood shouting as long as I could. But the sun was rising, so I
+had very little chance of being heard. Was there any one in the fields
+yet? I pulled myself up, using my feet as a spring, resting on one of
+the dead, whose ribs were firm. You may suppose that this was not the
+moment for saying, 'Respect courage in misfortune!' In short, monsieur,
+after enduring the anguish, if the word is strong enough for my frenzy,
+of seeing for a long time, yes, quite a long time, those cursed Germans
+flying from a voice they heard where they could see no one, I was dug
+out by a woman, who was brave or curious enough to come close to my
+head, which must have looked as though it had sprouted from the ground
+like a mushroom. This woman went to fetch her husband, and between them
+they got me to their poor hovel.
+
+"It would seem that I must have again fallen into a catalepsy--allow me
+to use the word to describe a state of which I have no idea, but which,
+from the account given by my hosts, I suppose to have been the effect
+of that malady. I remained for six months between life and death; not
+speaking, or, if I spoke, talking in delirium. At last, my hosts got me
+admitted to the hospital at Heilsberg.
+
+"You will understand, Monsieur, that I came out of the womb of the grave
+as naked as I came from my mother's; so that six months afterwards, when
+I remembered, one fine morning, that I had been Colonel Chabert, and
+when, on recovering my wits, I tried to exact from my nurse rather more
+respect than she paid to any poor devil, all my companions in the ward
+began to laugh. Luckily for me, the surgeon, out of professional pride,
+had answered for my cure, and was naturally interested in his patient.
+When I told him coherently about my former life, this good man, named
+Sparchmann, signed a deposition, drawn up in the legal form of his
+country, giving an account of the miraculous way in which I had escaped
+from the trench dug for the dead, the day and hour when I had been found
+by my benefactress and her husband, the nature and exact spot of my
+injuries, adding to these documents a description of my person.
+
+"Well, monsieur, I have neither these important pieces of evidence,
+nor the declaration I made before a notary at Heilsberg, with a view
+to establishing my identity. From the day when I was turned out of that
+town by the events of the war, I have wandered about like a vagabond,
+begging my bread, treated as a madman when I have told my story, without
+ever having found or earned a sou to enable me to recover the deeds
+which would prove my statements, and restore me to society. My
+sufferings have often kept me for six months at a time in some little
+town, where every care was taken of the invalid Frenchman, but where he
+was laughed at to his face as soon as he said he was Colonel Chabert.
+For a long time that laughter, those doubts, used to put me into rages
+which did me harm, and which even led to my being locked up at Stuttgart
+as a madman. And indeed, as you may judge from my story, there was ample
+reason for shutting a man up.
+
+"At the end of two years' detention, which I was compelled to submit to,
+after hearing my keepers say a thousand times, 'Here is a poor man who
+thinks he is Colonel Chabert' to people who would reply, 'Poor fellow!'
+I became convinced of the impossibility of my own adventure. I grew
+melancholy, resigned, and quiet, and gave up calling myself Colonel
+Chabert, in order to get out of my prison, and see France once more. Oh,
+monsieur! To see Paris again was a delirium which I----"
+
+Without finishing his sentence, Colonel Chabert fell into a deep study,
+which Derville respected.
+
+"One fine day," his visitor resumed, "one spring day, they gave me the
+key of the fields, as we say, and ten thalers, admitting that I talked
+quite sensibly on all subjects, and no longer called myself Colonel
+Chabert. On my honor, at that time, and even to this day, sometimes I
+hate my name. I wish I were not myself. The sense of my rights kills me.
+If my illness had but deprived me of all memory of my past life, I could
+be happy. I should have entered the service again under any name,
+no matter what, and should, perhaps, have been made Field-Marshal in
+Austria or Russia. Who knows?"
+
+"Monsieur," said the attorney, "you have upset all my ideas. I feel as
+if I heard you in a dream. Pause for a moment, I beg of you."
+
+"You are the only person," said the Colonel, with a melancholy look,
+"who ever listened to me so patiently. No lawyer has been willing to
+lend me ten napoleons to enable me to procure from Germany the necessary
+documents to begin my lawsuit--"
+
+"What lawsuit?" said the attorney, who had forgotten his client's
+painful position in listening to the narrative of his past sufferings.
+
+"Why, monsieur, is not the Comtesse Ferraud my wife? She has thirty
+thousand francs a year, which belong to me, and she will not give me a
+son. When I tell lawyers these things--men of sense; when I propose--I,
+a beggar--to bring action against a Count and Countess; when I--a
+dead man--bring up as against a certificate of death a certificate of
+marriage and registers of births, they show me out, either with the air
+of cold politeness, which you all know how to assume to rid yourself of
+a hapless wretch, or brutally, like men who think they have to deal with
+a swindler or a madman--it depends on their nature. I have been buried
+under the dead; but now I am buried under the living, under papers,
+under facts, under the whole of society, which wants to shove me
+underground again!"
+
+"Pray resume your narrative," said Derville.
+
+"'Pray resume it!'" cried the hapless old man, taking the young lawyer's
+hand. "That is the first polite word I have heard since----"
+
+The Colonel wept. Gratitude choked his voice. The appealing and
+unutterable eloquence that lies in the eyes, in a gesture, even in
+silence, entirely convinced Derville, and touched him deeply.
+
+"Listen, monsieur," said he; "I have this evening won three hundred
+francs at cards. I may very well lay out half that sum in making a man
+happy. I will begin the inquiries and researches necessary to obtain the
+documents of which you speak, and until they arrive I will give you five
+francs a day. If you are Colonel Chabert, you will pardon the smallness
+of the loan as it is coming from a young man who has his fortune to
+make. Proceed."
+
+The Colonel, as he called himself, sat for a moment motionless and
+bewildered; the depth of his woes had no doubt destroyed his powers of
+belief. Though he was eager in pursuit of his military distinction, of
+his fortune, of himself, perhaps it was in obedience to the inexplicable
+feeling, the latent germ in every man's heart, to which we owe the
+experiments of alchemists, the passion for glory, the discoveries of
+astronomy and of physics, everything which prompts man to expand his
+being by multiplying himself through deeds or ideas. In his mind the
+_Ego_ was now but a secondary object, just as the vanity of success or
+the pleasures of winning become dearer to the gambler than the object
+he has at stake. The young lawyer's words were as a miracle to this man,
+for ten years repudiated by his wife, by justice, by the whole social
+creation. To find in a lawyer's office the ten gold pieces which had
+so long been refused him by so many people, and in so many ways! The
+colonel was like the lady who, having been ill of a fever for fifteen
+years, fancied she had some fresh complaint when she was cured. There
+are joys in which we have ceased to believe; they fall on us, it is like
+a thunderbolt; they burn us. The poor man's gratitude was too great to
+find utterance. To superficial observers he seemed cold, but Derville
+saw complete honesty under this amazement. A swindler would have found
+his voice.
+
+"Where was I?" said the Colonel, with the simplicity of a child or of
+a soldier, for there is often something of the child in a true soldier,
+and almost always something of the soldier in a child, especially in
+France.
+
+"At Stuttgart. You were out of prison," said Derville.
+
+"You know my wife?" asked the Colonel.
+
+"Yes," said Derville, with a bow.
+
+"What is she like?"
+
+"Still quite charming."
+
+The old man held up his hand, and seemed to be swallowing down
+some secret anguish with the grave and solemn resignation that is
+characteristic of men who have stood the ordeal of blood and fire on the
+battlefield.
+
+"Monsieur," said he, with a sort of cheerfulness--for he breathed again,
+the poor Colonel; he had again risen from the grave; he had just melted
+a covering of snow less easily thawed than that which had once before
+frozen his head; and he drew a deep breath, as if he had just escaped
+from a dungeon--"Monsieur, if I had been a handsome young fellow, none
+of my misfortunes would have befallen me. Women believe in men when they
+flavor their speeches with the word Love. They hurry then, they come,
+they go, they are everywhere at once; they intrigue, they assert facts,
+they play the very devil for a man who takes their fancy. But how could
+I interest a woman? I had a face like a Requiem. I was dressed like a
+_sans-culotte_. I was more like an Esquimaux than a Frenchman--I, who
+had formerly been considered one of the smartest of fops in 1799!--I,
+Chabert, Count of the Empire.
+
+"Well, on the very day when I was turned out into the streets like
+a dog, I met the quartermaster of whom I just now spoke. This old
+soldier's name was Boutin. The poor devil and I made the queerest pair
+of broken-down hacks I ever set eyes on. I met him out walking; but
+though I recognized him, he could not possibly guess who I was. We went
+into a tavern together. In there, when I told him my name, Boutin's
+mouth opened from ear to ear in a roar of laughter, like the bursting
+of a mortar. That mirth, monsieur, was one of the keenest pangs I have
+known. It told me without disguise how great were the changes in me! I
+was, then, unrecognizable even to the humblest and most grateful of my
+former friends!
+
+"I had once saved Boutin's life, but it was only the repayment of a debt
+I owed him. I need not tell you how he did me this service; it was at
+Ravenna, in Italy. The house where Boutin prevented my being stabbed was
+not extremely respectable. At that time I was not a colonel, but, like
+Boutin himself, a common trooper. Happily there were certain details of
+this adventure which could be known only to us two, and when I recalled
+them to his mind his incredulity diminished. I then told him the story
+of my singular experiences. Although my eyes and my voice, he told
+me, were strangely altered, although I had neither hair, teeth, nor
+eyebrows, and was as colorless as an Albino, he at last recognized his
+Colonel in the beggar, after a thousand questions, which I answered
+triumphantly.
+
+"He related his adventures; they were not less extraordinary than my
+own; he had lately come back from the frontiers of China, which he
+had tried to cross after escaping from Siberia. He told me of the
+catastrophe of the Russian campaign, and of Napoleon's first abdication.
+That news was one of the things which caused me most anguish!
+
+"We were two curious derelicts, having been rolled over the globe as
+pebbles are rolled by the ocean when storms bear them from shore to
+shore. Between us we had seen Egypt, Syria, Spain, Russia, Holland,
+Germany, Italy and Dalmatia, England, China, Tartary, Siberia; the only
+thing wanting was that neither of us had been to America or the Indies.
+Finally, Boutin, who still was more locomotive than I, undertook to go
+to Paris as quickly as might be to inform my wife of the predicament in
+which I was. I wrote a long letter full of details to Madame Chabert.
+That, monsieur, was the fourth! If I had had any relations, perhaps
+nothing of all this might have happened; but, to be frank with you, I
+am but a workhouse child, a soldier, whose sole fortune was his courage,
+whose sole family is mankind at large, whose country is France, whose
+only protector is the Almighty.--Nay, I am wrong! I had a father--the
+Emperor! Ah! if he were but here, the dear man! If he could see _his
+Chabert_, as he used to call me, in the state in which I am now, he
+would be in a rage! What is to be done? Our sun is set, and we are all
+out in the cold now. After all, political events might account for my
+wife's silence!
+
+"Boutin set out. He was a lucky fellow! He had two bears, admirably
+trained, which brought him in a living. I could not go with him; the
+pain I suffered forbade my walking long stages. I wept, monsieur, when
+we parted, after I had gone as far as my state allowed in company with
+him and his bears. At Carlsruhe I had an attack of neuralgia in the
+head, and lay for six weeks on straw in an inn. I should never have
+ended if I were to tell you all the distresses of my life as a beggar.
+Moral suffering, before which physical suffering pales, nevertheless
+excites less pity, because it is not seen. I remember shedding tears, as
+I stood in front of a fine house in Strassburg where once I had given
+an entertainment, and where nothing was given me, not even a piece of
+bread. Having agreed with Boutin on the road I was to take, I went to
+every post-office to ask if there were a letter or some money for me.
+I arrived at Paris without having found either. What despair I had been
+forced to endure! 'Boutin must be dead! I told myself, and in fact the
+poor fellow was killed at Waterloo. I heard of his death later, and by
+mere chance. His errand to my wife had, of course, been fruitless.
+
+"At last I entered Paris--with the Cossacks. To me this was grief on
+grief. On seeing the Russians in France, I quite forgot that I had no
+shoes on my feet nor money in my pocket. Yes, monsieur, my clothes were
+in tatters. The evening before I reached Paris I was obliged to bivouac
+in the woods of Claye. The chill of the night air no doubt brought on an
+attack of some nameless complaint which seized me as I was crossing
+the Faubourg Saint-Martin. I dropped almost senseless at the door of an
+ironmonger's shop. When I recovered I was in a bed in the Hotel-Dieu.
+There I stayed very contentedly for about a month. I was then turned
+out; I had no money, but I was well, and my feet were on the good stones
+of Paris. With what delight and haste did I make my way to the Rue du
+Mont-Blanc, where my wife should be living in a house belonging to me!
+Bah! the Rue du Mont-Blanc was now the Rue de la Chausee d'Antin; I
+could not find my house; it had been sold and pulled down. Speculators
+had built several houses over my gardens. Not knowing that my wife had
+married M. Ferraud, I could obtain no information.
+
+"At last I went to the house of an old lawyer who had been in charge of
+my affairs. This worthy man was dead, after selling his connection to
+a younger man. This gentleman informed me, to my great surprise, of the
+administration of my estate, the settlement of the moneys, of my wife's
+marriage, and the birth of her two children. When I told him that I was
+Colonel Chabert, he laughed so heartily that I left him without saying
+another word. My detention at Stuttgart had suggested possibilities of
+Charenton, and I determined to act with caution. Then, monsieur,
+knowing where my wife lived, I went to her house, my heart high with
+hope.--Well," said the Colonel, with a gesture of concentrated fury,
+"when I called under an assumed name I was not admitted, and on the day
+when I used my own I was turned out of doors.
+
+"To see the Countess come home from a ball or the play in the early
+morning, I have sat whole nights through, crouching close to the wall of
+her gateway. My eyes pierced the depths of the carriage, which flashed
+past me with the swiftness of lightning, and I caught a glimpse of the
+woman who is my wife and no longer mine. Oh, from that day I have
+lived for vengeance!" cried the old man in a hollow voice, and suddenly
+standing up in front of Derville. "She knows that I am alive; since my
+return she has had two letters written with my own hand. She loves me
+no more!--I--I know not whether I love or hate her. I long for her and
+curse her by turns. To me she owes all her fortune, all her happiness;
+well, she has not sent me the very smallest pittance. Sometimes I do not
+know what will become of me!"
+
+With these words the veteran dropped on to his chair again and remained
+motionless. Derville sat in silence, studying his client.
+
+"It is a serious business," he said at length, mechanically. "Even
+granting the genuineness of the documents to be procured from Heilsberg,
+it is not proved to me that we can at once win our case. It must go
+before three tribunals in succession. I must think such a matter over
+with a clear head; it is quite exceptional."
+
+"Oh," said the Colonel, coldly, with a haughty jerk of his head, "if I
+fail, I can die--but not alone."
+
+The feeble old man had vanished. The eyes were those of a man of energy,
+lighted up with the spark of desire and revenge.
+
+"We must perhaps compromise," said the lawyer.
+
+"Compromise!" echoed Colonel Chabert. "Am I dead, or am I alive?"
+
+"I hope, monsieur," the attorney went on, "that you will follow my
+advice. Your cause is mine. You will soon perceive the interest I take
+in your situation, almost unexampled in judicial records. For the moment
+I will give you a letter to my notary, who will pay to your order fifty
+francs every ten days. It would be unbecoming for you to come here to
+receive alms. If you are Colonel Chabert, you ought to be at no man's
+mercy. I shall record these advances as a loan; you have estates to
+recover; you are rich."
+
+This delicate compassion brought tears to the old man's eyes. Derville
+rose hastily, for it was perhaps not correct for a lawyer to show
+emotion; he went into the adjoining room, and came back with an unsealed
+letter, which he gave to the Colonel. When the poor man held it in his
+hand, he felt through the paper two gold pieces.
+
+"Will you be good enough to describe the documents, and tell me the name
+of the town, and in what kingdom?" said the lawyer.
+
+The Colonel dictated the information, and verified the spelling of the
+names of places; then he took his hat in one hand, looked at Derville,
+and held out the other--a horny hand, saying with much simplicity:
+
+"On my honor, sir, after the Emperor, you are the man to whom I shall
+owe most. You are a splendid fellow!"
+
+The attorney clapped his hand into the Colonel's, saw him to the stairs,
+and held a light for him.
+
+"Boucard," said Derville to his head clerk, "I have just listened to a
+tale that may cost me five and twenty louis. If I am robbed, I shall not
+regret the money, for I shall have seen the most consummate actor of the
+day."
+
+When the Colonel was in the street and close to a lamp, he took the two
+twenty-franc pieces out of the letter and looked at them for a moment
+under the light. It was the first gold he had seen for nine years.
+
+"I may smoke cigars!" he said to himself.
+
+
+
+About three months after this interview, at night, in Derville's room,
+the notary commissioned to advance the half-pay on Derville's account to
+his eccentric client, came to consult the attorney on a serious matter,
+and began by begging him to refund the six hundred francs that the old
+soldier had received.
+
+"Are you amusing yourself with pensioning the old army?" said the
+notary, laughing--a young man named Crottat, who had just bought up
+the office in which he had been head clerk, his chief having fled in
+consequence of a disastrous bankruptcy.
+
+"I have to thank you, my dear sir, for reminding me of that affair,"
+replied Derville. "My philanthropy will not carry me beyond twenty-five
+louis; I have, I fear, already been the dupe of my patriotism."
+
+As Derville finished the sentence, he saw on his desk the papers his
+head clerk had laid out for him. His eye was struck by the appearance
+of the stamps--long, square, and triangular, in red and blue ink, which
+distinguished a letter that had come through the Prussian, Austrian,
+Bavarian, and French post-offices.
+
+"Ah ha!" said he with a laugh, "here is the last act of the comedy; now
+we shall see if I have been taken in!"
+
+He took up the letter and opened it; but he could not read it; it was
+written in German.
+
+"Boucard, go yourself and have this letter translated, and bring it back
+immediately," said Derville, half opening his study door, and giving the
+letter to the head clerk.
+
+The notary at Berlin, to whom the lawyer had written, informed him that
+the documents he had been requested to forward would arrive within a
+few days of this note announcing them. They were, he said, all perfectly
+regular and duly witnessed, and legally stamped to serve as evidence
+in law. He also informed him that almost all the witnesses to the facts
+recorded under these affidavits were still to be found at Eylau, in
+Prussia, and that the woman to whom M. le Comte Chabert owed his life
+was still living in a suburb of Heilsberg.
+
+"This looks like business," cried Derville, when Boucard had given
+him the substance of the letter. "But look here, my boy," he went on,
+addressing the notary, "I shall want some information which ought to
+exist in your office. Was it not that old rascal Roguin--?"
+
+"We will say that unfortunate, that ill-used Roguin," interrupted
+Alexandre Crottat with a laugh.
+
+"Well, was it not that ill-used man who has just carried off eight
+hundred thousand francs of his clients' money, and reduced several
+families to despair, who effected the settlement of Chabert's estate? I
+fancy I have seen that in the documents in our case of Ferraud."
+
+"Yes," said Crottat. "It was when I was third clerk; I copied the papers
+and studied them thoroughly. Rose Chapotel, wife and widow of Hyacinthe,
+called Chabert, Count of the Empire, grand officer of the Legion of
+Honor. They had married without settlement; thus, they held all the
+property in common. To the best of my recollections, the personalty was
+about six hundred thousand francs. Before his marriage, Colonel Chabert
+had made a will in favor of the hospitals of Paris, by which he left
+them one-quarter of the fortune he might possess at the time of his
+decease, the State to take the other quarter. The will was contested,
+there was a forced sale, and then a division, for the attorneys went at
+a pace. At the time of the settlement the monster who was then governing
+France handed over to the widow, by special decree, the portion
+bequeathed to the treasury."
+
+"So that Comte Chabert's personal fortune was no more than three hundred
+thousand francs?"
+
+"Consequently so it was, old fellow!" said Crottat. "You lawyers
+sometimes are very clear-headed, though you are accused of false
+practices in pleading for one side or the other."
+
+Colonel Chabert, whose address was written at the bottom of the
+first receipt he had given the notary, was lodging in the Faubourg
+Saint-Marceau, Rue du Petit-Banquier, with an old quartermaster of the
+Imperial Guard, now a cowkeeper, named Vergniaud. Having reached the
+spot, Derville was obliged to go on foot in search of his client, for
+his coachman declined to drive along an unpaved street, where the ruts
+were rather too deep for cab wheels. Looking about him on all sides,
+the lawyer at last discovered at the end of the street nearest to the
+boulevard, between two walls built of bones and mud, two shabby stone
+gate-posts, much knocked about by carts, in spite of two wooden stumps
+that served as blocks. These posts supported a cross beam with a
+penthouse coping of tiles, and on the beam, in red letters, were the
+words, "Vergniaud, dairyman." To the right of this inscription were some
+eggs, to the left a cow, all painted in white. The gate was open, and no
+doubt remained open all day. Beyond a good-sized yard there was a house
+facing the gate, if indeed the name of house may be applied to one of
+the hovels built in the neighborhood of Paris, which are like nothing
+else, not even the most wretched dwellings in the country, of which they
+have all the poverty without their poetry.
+
+Indeed, in the midst of the fields, even a hovel may have a certain
+grace derived from the pure air, the verdure, the open country--a hill,
+a serpentine road, vineyards, quickset hedges, moss-grown thatch and
+rural implements; but poverty in Paris gains dignity only by horror.
+Though recently built, this house seemed ready to fall into ruins. None
+of its materials had found a legitimate use; they had been collected
+from the various demolitions which are going on every day in Paris. On
+a shutter made of the boards of a shop-sign Derville read the words,
+"Fancy Goods." The windows were all mismatched and grotesquely placed.
+The ground floor, which seemed to be the habitable part, was on one
+side raised above the soil, and on the other sunk in the rising ground.
+Between the gate and the house lay a puddle full of stable litter, into
+which flowed the rain-water and house waste. The back wall of this frail
+construction, which seemed rather more solidly built than the rest,
+supported a row of barred hutches, where rabbits bred their numerous
+families. To the right of the gate was the cowhouse, with a loft above
+for fodder; it communicated with the house through the dairy. To
+the left was a poultry yard, with a stable and pig-styes, the roofs
+finished, like that of the house, with rough deal boards nailed so as to
+overlap, and shabbily thatched with rushes.
+
+Like most of the places where the elements of the huge meal daily
+devoured by Paris are every day prepared, the yard Derville now entered
+showed traces of the hurry that comes of the necessity for being
+ready at a fixed hour. The large pot-bellied tin cans in which milk
+is carried, and the little pots for cream, were flung pell-mell at the
+dairy door, with their linen-covered stoppers. The rags that were used
+to clean them, fluttered in the sunshine, riddled with holes, hanging
+to strings fastened to poles. The placid horse, of a breed known only
+to milk-women, had gone a few steps from the cart, and was standing in
+front of the stable, the door being shut. A goat was munching the shoots
+of a starved and dusty vine that clung to the cracked yellow wall of the
+house. A cat, squatting on the cream jars, was licking them over. The
+fowls, scared by Derville's approach, scuttered away screaming, and the
+watch-dog barked.
+
+"And the man who decided the victory at Eylau is to be found here!" said
+Derville to himself, as his eyes took in at a glance the general effect
+of the squalid scene.
+
+The house had been left in charge of three little boys. One, who had
+climbed to the top of the cart loaded with hay, was pitching stones into
+the chimney of a neighboring house, in the hope that they might fall
+into a saucepan; another was trying to get a pig into a cart, to hoist
+it by making the whole thing tilt. When Derville asked them if M.
+Chabert lived there, neither of them replied, but all three looked at
+him with a sort of bright stupidity, if I may combine those two words.
+Derville repeated his questions, but without success. Provoked by the
+saucy cunning of these three imps, he abused them with the sort of
+pleasantry which young men think they have the right to address to
+little boys, and they broke the silence with a horse-laugh. Then
+Derville was angry.
+
+The Colonel, hearing him, now came out of the little low room, close to
+the dairy, and stood on the threshold of his doorway with indescribable
+military coolness. He had in his mouth a very finely-colored pipe--a
+technical phrase to a smoker--a humble, short clay pipe of the kind
+called "_brule-queule_." He lifted the peak of a dreadfully greasy
+cloth cap, saw Derville, and came straight across the midden to join his
+benefactor the sooner, calling out in friendly tones to the boys:
+
+"Silence in the ranks!"
+
+The children at once kept a respectful silence, which showed the power
+the old soldier had over them.
+
+"Why did you not write to me?" he said to Derville. "Go along by the
+cowhouse! There--the path is paved there," he exclaimed, seeing the
+lawyer's hesitancy, for he did not wish to wet his feet in the manure
+heap.
+
+Jumping from one dry spot to another, Derville reached the door by which
+the Colonel had come out. Chabert seemed but ill pleased at having to
+receive him in the bed-room he occupied; and, in fact, Derville found
+but one chair there. The Colonel's bed consisted of some trusses of
+straw, over which his hostess had spread two or three of those old
+fragments of carpet, picked up heaven knows where, which milk-women
+use to cover the seats of their carts. The floor was simply the trodden
+earth. The walls, sweating salt-petre, green with mould, and full of
+cracks, were so excessively damp that on the side where the Colonel's
+bed was a reed mat had been nailed. The famous box-coat hung on a nail.
+Two pairs of old boots lay in a corner. There was not a sign of linen.
+On the worm-eaten table the _Bulletins de la Grande Armee_, reprinted
+by Plancher, lay open, and seemed to be the Colonel's reading; his
+countenance was calm and serene in the midst of this squalor. His visit
+to Derville seemed to have altered his features; the lawyer perceived in
+them traces of a happy feeling, a particular gleam set there by hope.
+
+"Does the smell of the pipe annoy you?" he said, placing the dilapidated
+straw-bottomed chair for his lawyer.
+
+"But, Colonel, you are dreadfully uncomfortable here!"
+
+The speech was wrung from Derville by the distrust natural to lawyers,
+and the deplorable experience which they derive early in life from the
+appalling and obscure tragedies at which they look on.
+
+"Here," said he to himself, "is a man who has of course spent my money
+in satisfying a trooper's three theological virtues--play, wine, and
+women!"
+
+"To be sure, monsieur, we are not distinguished for luxury here. It is
+a camp lodging, tempered by friendship, but----" And the soldier shot a
+deep glance at the man of law--"I have done no one wrong, I have never
+turned my back on anybody, and I sleep in peace."
+
+Derville reflected that there would be some want of delicacy in asking
+his client to account for the sums of money he had advanced, so he
+merely said:
+
+"But why would you not come to Paris, where you might have lived as
+cheaply as you do here, but where you would have been better lodged?"
+
+"Why," replied the Colonel, "the good folks with whom I am living had
+taken me in and fed me _gratis_ for a year. How could I leave them just
+when I had a little money? Besides, the father of those three pickles is
+an old _Egyptian_--"
+
+"An Egyptian!"
+
+"We give that name to the troopers who came back from the expedition
+into Egypt, of which I was one. Not merely are all who get back
+brothers; Vergniaud was in my regiment. We have shared a draught of
+water in the desert; and besides, I have not yet finished teaching his
+brats to read."
+
+"He might have lodged you better for your money," said Derville.
+
+"Bah!" said the Colonel, "his children sleep on the straw as I do. He
+and his wife have no better bed; they are very poor you see. They
+have taken a bigger business than they can manage. But if I recover my
+fortune... However, it does very well."
+
+"Colonel, to-morrow or the next day, I shall receive your papers from
+Heilsberg. The woman who dug you out is still alive!"
+
+"Curse the money! To think I haven't got any!" he cried, flinging his
+pipe on the ground.
+
+Now, a well-colored pipe is to a smoker a precious possession; but the
+impulse was so natural, the emotion so generous, that every smoker, and
+the excise office itself, would have pardoned this crime of treason to
+tobacco. Perhaps the angels may have picked up the pieces.
+
+"Colonel, it is an exceedingly complicated business," said Derville as
+they left the room to walk up and down in the sunshine.
+
+"To me," said the soldier, "it appears exceedingly simple. I was thought
+to be dead, and here I am! Give me back my wife and my fortune; give me
+the rank of General, to which I have a right, for I was made Colonel of
+the Imperial Guard the day before the battle of Eylau."
+
+"Things are not done so in the legal world," said Derville. "Listen to
+me. You are Colonel Chabert, I am glad to think it; but it has to be
+proved judicially to persons whose interest it will be to deny it.
+Hence, your papers will be disputed. That contention will give rise to
+ten or twelve preliminary inquiries. Every question will be sent under
+contradiction up to the supreme court, and give rise to so many costly
+suits, which will hang on for a long time, however eagerly I may push
+them. Your opponents will demand an inquiry, which we cannot refuse, and
+which may necessitate the sending of a commission of investigation to
+Prussia. But even if we hope for the best; supposing that justice should
+at once recognize you as Colonel Chabert--can we know how the questions
+will be settled that will arise out of the very innocent bigamy
+committed by the Comtesse Ferraud?
+
+"In your case, the point of law is unknown to the Code, and can only be
+decided as a point in equity, as a jury decides in the delicate cases
+presented by the social eccentricities of some criminal prosecutions.
+Now, you had no children by your marriage; M. le Comte Ferraud has two.
+The judges might pronounce against the marriage where the family ties
+are weakest, to the confirmation of that where they are stronger, since
+it was contracted in perfect good faith. Would you be in a very becoming
+moral position if you insisted, at your age, and in your present
+circumstances, in resuming your rights over a woman who no longer loves
+you? You will have both your wife and her husband against you, two
+important persons who might influence the Bench. Thus, there are many
+elements which would prolong the case; you will have time to grow old in
+the bitterest regrets."
+
+"And my fortune?"
+
+"Do you suppose you had a fine fortune?"
+
+"Had I not thirty thousand francs a year?"
+
+"My dear Colonel, in 1799 you made a will before your marriage, leaving
+one-quarter of your property to hospitals."
+
+"That is true."
+
+"Well, when you were reported dead, it was necessary to make a
+valuation, and have a sale, to give this quarter away. Your wife was not
+particular about honesty as to the poor. The valuation, in which she no
+doubt took care not to include the ready money or jewelry, or too
+much of the plate, and in which the furniture would be estimated at
+two-thirds of its actual cost, either to benefit her, or to lighten the
+succession duty, and also because a valuer can be held responsible
+for the declared value--the valuation thus made stood at six hundred
+thousand francs. Your wife had a right of half for her share. Everything
+was sold and bought in by her; she got something out of it all, and the
+hospitals got their seventy-five thousand francs. Then, as the remainder
+went to the State, since you had made no mention of your wife in your
+will, the Emperor restored to your widow by decree the residue which
+would have reverted to the Exchequer. So, now, what can you claim? Three
+hundred thousand francs, no more, and minus the costs."
+
+"And you call that justice!" said the Colonel, in dismay.
+
+"Why, certainly--"
+
+"A pretty kind of justice!"
+
+"So it is, my dear Colonel. You see, that what you thought so easy is
+not so. Madame Ferraud might even choose to keep the sum given to her by
+the Emperor."
+
+"But she was not a widow. The decree is utterly void----"
+
+"I agree with you. But every case can get a hearing. Listen to me. I
+think that under these circumstances a compromise would be both for her
+and for you the best solution of the question. You will gain by it a
+more considerable sum than you can prove a right to."
+
+"That would be to sell my wife!"
+
+"With twenty-four thousand francs a year you could find a woman who, in
+the position in which you are, would suit you better than your own wife,
+and make you happier. I propose going this very day to see the Comtesse
+Ferraud and sounding the ground; but I would not take such a step
+without giving you due notice."
+
+"Let us go together."
+
+"What, just as you are?" said the lawyer. "No, my dear Colonel, no. You
+might lose your case on the spot."
+
+"Can I possibly gain it?"
+
+"On every count," replied Derville. "But, my dear Colonel Chabert, you
+overlook one thing. I am not rich; the price of my connection is not
+wholly paid up. If the bench should allow you a maintenance, that is to
+say, a sum advanced on your prospects, they will not do so till you
+have proved that you are Comte Chabert, grand officer of the Legion of
+Honor."
+
+"To be sure, I am a grand officer of the Legion of Honor; I had
+forgotten that," said he simply.
+
+"Well, until then," Derville went on, "will you not have to engage
+pleaders, to have documents copied, to keep the underlings of the
+law going, and to support yourself? The expenses of the preliminary
+inquiries will, at a rough guess, amount to ten or twelve thousand
+francs. I have not so much to lend you--I am crushed as it is by the
+enormous interest I have to pay on the money I borrowed to buy my
+business; and you?--Where can you find it."
+
+Large tears gathered in the poor veteran's faded eyes, and rolled down
+his withered cheeks. This outlook of difficulties discouraged him. The
+social and the legal world weighed on his breast like a nightmare.
+
+"I will go to the foot of the Vendome column!" he cried. "I will call
+out: 'I am Colonel Chabert who rode through the Russian square at
+Eylau!'--The statue--he--he will know me."
+
+"And you will find yourself in Charenton."
+
+At this terrible name the soldier's transports collapsed.
+
+"And will there be no hope for me at the Ministry of War?"
+
+"The war office!" said Derville. "Well, go there; but take a formal
+legal opinion with you, nullifying the certificate of your death. The
+government offices would be only too glad if they could annihilate the
+men of the Empire."
+
+The Colonel stood for a while, speechless, motionless, his eyes fixed,
+but seeing nothing, sunk in bottomless despair. Military justice is
+ready and swift; it decides with Turk-like finality, and almost always
+rightly. This was the only justice known to Chabert. As he saw the
+labyrinth of difficulties into which he must plunge, and how much money
+would be required for the journey, the poor old soldier was mortally hit
+in that power peculiar to man, and called the Will. He thought it would
+be impossible to live as party to a lawsuit; it seemed a thousand times
+simpler to remain poor and a beggar, or to enlist as a trooper if any
+regiment would pass him.
+
+His physical and mental sufferings had already impaired his bodily
+health in some of the most important organs. He was on the verge of one
+of those maladies for which medicine has no name, and of which the seat
+is in some degree variable, like the nervous system itself, the part
+most frequently attacked of the whole human machine, a malady which may
+be designated as the heart-sickness of the unfortunate. However serious
+this invisible but real disorder might already be, it could still be
+cured by a happy issue. But a fresh obstacle, an unexpected incident,
+would be enough to wreck this vigorous constitution, to break the
+weakened springs, and produce the hesitancy, the aimless, unfinished
+movements, which physiologists know well in men undermined by grief.
+
+Derville, detecting in his client the symptoms of extreme dejection,
+said to him:
+
+"Take courage; the end of the business cannot fail to be in your favor.
+Only, consider whether you can give me your whole confidence and blindly
+accept the result I may think best for your interests."
+
+"Do what you will," said Chabert.
+
+"Yes, but you surrender yourself to me like a man marching to his
+death."
+
+"Must I not be left to live without a position, without a name? Is that
+endurable?"
+
+"That is not my view of it," said the lawyer. "We will try a friendly
+suit, to annul both your death certificate and your marriage, so as to
+put you in possession of your rights. You may even, by Comte Ferraud's
+intervention, have your name replaced on the army list as general, and
+no doubt you will get a pension."
+
+"Well, proceed then," said Chabert. "I put myself entirely in your
+hands."
+
+"I will send you a power of attorney to sign," said Derville. "Good-bye.
+Keep up your courage. If you want money, rely on me."
+
+Chabert warmly wrung the lawyer's hand, and remained standing with his
+back against the wall, not having the energy to follow him excepting
+with his eyes. Like all men who know but little of legal matters, he was
+frightened by this unforeseen struggle.
+
+During their interview, several times, the figure of a man posted in the
+street had come forward from behind one of the gate-pillars, watching
+for Derville to depart, and he now accosted the lawyer. He was an old
+man, wearing a blue waistcoat and a white-pleated kilt, like a brewer's;
+on his head was an otter-skin cap. His face was tanned, hollow-cheeked,
+and wrinkled, but ruddy on the cheek-bones by hard work and exposure to
+the open air.
+
+"Asking your pardon, sir," said he, taking Derville by the arm, "if I
+take the liberty of speaking to you. But I fancied, from the look of
+you, that you were a friend of our General's."
+
+"And what then?" replied Derville. "What concern have you with him?--But
+who are you?" said the cautious lawyer.
+
+"I am Louis Vergniaud," he replied at once. "I have a few words to say
+to you."
+
+"So you are the man who has lodged Comte Chabert as I have found him?"
+
+"Asking your pardon, sir, he has the best room. I would have given him
+mine if I had had but one; I could have slept in the stable. A man
+who has suffered as he has, who teaches my kids to read, a general,
+an Egyptian, the first lieutenant I ever served under--What do you
+think?--Of us all, he is best served. I shared what I had with him.
+Unfortunately, it is not much to boast of--bread, milk, eggs. Well,
+well; it's neighbors' fare, sir. And he is heartily welcome.--But he has
+hurt our feelings."
+
+"He?"
+
+"Yes, sir, hurt our feelings. To be plain with you, I have taken a
+larger business than I can manage, and he saw it. Well, it worried
+him; he must needs mind the horse! I says to him, 'Really, General----'
+'Bah!' says he, 'I am not going to eat my head off doing nothing. I
+learned to rub a horse down many a year ago.'--I had some bills out for
+the purchase money of my dairy--a fellow named Grados--Do you know him,
+sir?"
+
+"But, my good man, I have not time to listen to your story. Only tell me
+how the Colonel offended you."
+
+"He hurt our feelings, sir, as sure as my name is Louis Vergniaud, and
+my wife cried about it. He heard from our neighbors that we had not a
+sou to begin to meet the bills with. The old soldier, as he is, he saved
+up all you gave him, he watched for the bill to come in, and he paid it.
+Such a trick! While my wife and me, we knew he had no tobacco, poor old
+boy, and went without.--Oh! now--yes, he has his cigar every morning!
+I would sell my soul for it--No, we are hurt. Well, so I wanted to ask
+you--for he said you were a good sort--to lend us a hundred crowns on
+the stock, so that we may get him some clothes, and furnish his room.
+He thought he was getting us out of debt, you see? Well, it's just
+the other way; the old man is running us into debt--and hurt our
+feelings!--He ought not to have stolen a march on us like that. And we
+his friends, too!--On my word as an honest man, as sure as my name is
+Louis Vergniaud, I would sooner sell up and enlist than fail to pay you
+back your money----"
+
+Derville looked at the dairyman, and stepped back a few paces to glance
+at the house, the yard, the manure-pool, the cowhouse, the rabbits, the
+children.
+
+"On my honor, I believe it is characteristic of virtue to have nothing
+to do with riches!" thought he.
+
+"All right, you shall have your hundred crowns, and more. But I shall
+not give them to you; the Colonel will be rich enough to help, and I
+will not deprive him of the pleasure."
+
+"And will that be soon?"
+
+"Why, yes."
+
+"Ah, dear God! how glad my wife will be!" and the cowkeeper's tanned
+face seemed to expand.
+
+"Now," said Derville to himself, as he got into his cab again, "let us
+call on our opponent. We must not show our hand, but try to see hers,
+and win the game at one stroke. She must be frightened. She is a woman.
+Now, what frightens women most? A woman is afraid of nothing but..."
+
+And he set to work to study the Countess' position, falling into one of
+those brown studies to which great politicians give themselves up when
+concocting their own plans and trying to guess the secrets of a hostile
+Cabinet. Are not attorneys, in a way, statesmen in charge of private
+affairs?
+
+But a brief survey of the situation in which the Comte Ferraud and
+his wife now found themselves is necessary for a comprehension of the
+lawyer's cleverness.
+
+Monsieur le Comte Ferraud was the only son of a former Councillor in the
+old _Parlement_ of Paris, who had emigrated during the Reign of Terror,
+and so, though he saved his head, lost his fortune. He came back under
+the Consulate, and remained persistently faithful to the cause of Louis
+XVIII., in whose circle his father had moved before the Revolution.
+He thus was one of the party in the Faubourg Saint-Germain which nobly
+stood out against Napoleon's blandishments. The reputation for capacity
+gained by the young Count--then simply called Monsieur Ferraud--made him
+the object of the Emperor's advances, for he was often as well pleased
+at his conquests among the aristocracy as at gaining a battle. The Count
+was promised the restitution of his title, of such of his estates as had
+not been sold, and he was shown in perspective a place in the ministry
+or as senator.
+
+The Emperor fell.
+
+At the time of Comte Chabert's death, M. Ferraud was a young man of
+six-and-twenty, without a fortune, of pleasing appearance, who had had
+his successes, and whom the Faubourg Saint-Germain had adopted as doing
+it credit; but Madame la Comtesse Chabert had managed to turn her share
+of her husband's fortune to such good account that, after eighteen
+months of widowhood, she had about forty thousand francs a year. Her
+marriage to the young Count was not regarded as news in the circles of
+the Faubourg Saint-Germain. Napoleon, approving of this union, which
+carried out his idea of fusion, restored to Madame Chabert the money
+falling to the Exchequer under her husband's will; but Napoleon's hopes
+were again disappointed. Madame Ferraud was not only in love with her
+lover; she had also been fascinated by the notion of getting into
+the haughty society which, in spite of its humiliation, was still
+predominant at the Imperial Court. By this marriage all her vanities
+were as much gratified as her passions. She was to become a real fine
+lady. When the Faubourg Saint-Germain understood that the young Count's
+marriage did not mean desertion, its drawing-rooms were thrown open to
+his wife.
+
+Then came the Restoration. The Count's political advancement was not
+rapid. He understood the exigencies of the situation in which Louis
+XVIII. found himself; he was one of the inner circle who waited till the
+"Gulf of Revolution should be closed"--for this phrase of the King's, at
+which the Liberals laughed so heartily, had a political sense. The order
+quoted in the long lawyer's preamble at the beginning of this story had,
+however, put him in possession of two tracts of forest, and of an estate
+which had considerably increased in value during its sequestration. At
+the present moment, though Comte Ferraud was a Councillor of State, and
+a Director-General, he regarded his position as merely the first step of
+his political career.
+
+Wholly occupied as he was by the anxieties of consuming ambition, he had
+attached to himself, as secretary, a ruined attorney named Delbecq, a
+more than clever man, versed in all the resources of the law, to whom he
+left the conduct of his private affairs. This shrewd practitioner had so
+well understood his position with the Count as to be honest in his own
+interest. He hoped to get some place by his master's influence, and he
+made the Count's fortune his first care. His conduct so effectually gave
+the lie to his former life, that he was regarded as a slandered man. The
+Countess, with the tact and shrewdness of which most women have a share
+more or less, understood the man's motives, watched him quietly,
+and managed him so well, that she had made good use of him for the
+augmentation of her private fortune. She had contrived to make Delbecq
+believe that she ruled her husband, and had promised to get him
+appointed President of an inferior court in some important provincial
+town, if he devoted himself entirely to her interests.
+
+The promise of a place, not dependent on changes of ministry, which
+would allow of his marrying advantageously, and rising subsequently to
+a high political position, by being chosen Depute, made Delbecq the
+Countess' abject slave. He had never allowed her to miss one of those
+favorable chances which the fluctuations of the Bourse and the increased
+value of property afforded to clever financiers in Paris during the
+first three years after the Restoration. He had trebled his protectress'
+capital, and all the more easily because the Countess had no scruples
+as to the means which might make her an enormous fortune as quickly as
+possible. The emoluments derived by the Count from the places he held
+she spent on the housekeeping, so as to reinvest her dividends; and
+Delbecq lent himself to these calculations of avarice without trying to
+account for her motives. People of that sort never trouble themselves
+about any secrets of which the discovery is not necessary to their own
+interests. And, indeed, he naturally found the reason in the thirst for
+money, which taints almost every Parisian woman; and as a fine fortune
+was needed to support the pretensions of Comte Ferraud, the secretary
+sometimes fancied that he saw in the Countess' greed a consequence of
+her devotion to a husband with whom she still was in love. The Countess
+buried the secrets of her conduct at the bottom of her heart. There lay
+the secrets of life and death to her, there lay the turning-point of
+this history.
+
+At the beginning of the year 1818 the Restoration was settled on
+an apparently immovable foundation; its doctrines of government, as
+understood by lofty minds, seemed calculated to bring to France an era
+of renewed prosperity, and Parisian society changed its aspect. Madame
+la Comtesse Ferraud found that by chance she had achieved for love a
+marriage that had brought her fortune and gratified ambition. Still
+young and handsome, Madame Ferraud played the part of a woman of
+fashion, and lived in the atmosphere of the Court. Rich herself, with a
+rich husband who was cried up as one of the ablest men of the royalist
+party, and, as a friend of the King, certain to be made Minister, she
+belonged to the aristocracy, and shared its magnificence. In the midst
+of this triumph she was attacked by a moral canker. There are feelings
+which women guess in spite of the care men take to bury them. On
+the first return of the King, Comte Ferraud had begun to regret his
+marriage. Colonel Chabert's widow had not been the means of allying him
+to anybody; he was alone and unsupported in steering his way in a course
+full of shoals and beset by enemies. Also, perhaps, when he came to
+judge his wife coolly, he may have discerned in her certain vices of
+education which made her unfit to second him in his schemes.
+
+A speech he made, _a propos_ of Talleyrand's marriage, enlightened the
+Countess, to whom it proved that if he had still been a free man she
+would never have been Madame Ferraud. What woman could forgive this
+repentance? Does it not include the germs of every insult, every crime,
+every form of repudiation? But what a wound must it have left in the
+Countess' heart, supposing that she lived in the dread of her first
+husband's return? She had known that he still lived, and she had ignored
+him. Then during the time when she had heard no more of him, she had
+chosen to believe that he had fallen at Waterloo with the Imperial
+Eagle, at the same time as Boutin. She resolved, nevertheless, to bind
+the Count to her by the strongest of all ties, by a chain of gold, and
+vowed to be so rich that her fortune might make her second marriage
+dissoluble, if by chance Colonel Chabert should ever reappear. And he
+had reappeared; and she could not explain to herself why the struggle
+she had dreaded had not already begun. Suffering, sickness, had perhaps
+delivered her from that man. Perhaps he was half mad, and Charenton
+might yet do her justice. She had not chosen to take either Delbecq or
+the police into her confidence, for fear of putting herself in their
+power, or of hastening the catastrophe. There are in Paris many women
+who, like the Countess Ferraud, live with an unknown moral monster, or
+on the brink of an abyss; a callus forms over the spot that tortures
+them, and they can still laugh and enjoy themselves.
+
+"There is something very strange in Comte Ferraud's position," said
+Derville to himself, on emerging from his long reverie, as his cab
+stopped at the door of the Hotel Ferraud in the Rue de Varennes. "How is
+it that he, so rich as he is, and such a favorite with the King, is not
+yet a peer of France? It may, to be sure, be true that the King, as
+Mme. de Grandlieu was telling me, desires to keep up the value of the
+_pairie_ by not bestowing it right and left. And, after all, the son of
+a Councillor of the _Parlement_ is not a Crillon nor a Rohan. A Comte
+Ferraud can only get into the Upper Chamber surreptitiously. But if his
+marriage were annulled, could he not get the dignity of some old peer
+who has only daughters transferred to himself, to the King's great
+satisfaction? At any rate this will be a good bogey to put forward and
+frighten the Countess," thought he as he went up the steps.
+
+Derville had without knowing it laid his finger on the hidden wound, put
+his hand on the canker that consumed Madame Ferraud.
+
+She received him in a pretty winter dining-room, where she was at
+breakfast, while playing with a monkey tethered by a chain to a little
+pole with climbing bars of iron. The Countess was in an elegant wrapper;
+the curls of her hair, carelessly pinned up, escaped from a cap, giving
+her an arch look. She was fresh and smiling. Silver, gilding, and
+mother-of-pearl shone on the table, and all about the room were rare
+plants growing in magnificent china jars. As he saw Colonel Chabert's
+wife, rich with his spoil, in the lap of luxury and the height of
+fashion, while he, poor wretch, was living with a poor dairyman among
+the beasts, the lawyer said to himself:
+
+"The moral of all this is that a pretty woman will never acknowledge as
+her husband, nor even as a lover, a man in an old box-coat, a tow wig,
+and boots with holes in them."
+
+A mischievous and bitter smile expressed the feelings, half
+philosophical and half satirical, which such a man was certain to
+experience--a man well situated to know the truth of things in spite of
+the lies behind which most families in Paris hide their mode of life.
+
+"Good-morning, Monsieur Derville," said she, giving the monkey some
+coffee to drink.
+
+"Madame," said he, a little sharply, for the light tone in which she
+spoke jarred on him. "I have come to speak with you on a very serious
+matter."
+
+"I am so _grieved_, M. le Comte is away--"
+
+"I, madame, am delighted. It would be grievous if he could be present at
+our interview. Besides, I am informed through M. Delbecq that you like
+to manage your own business without troubling the Count."
+
+"Then I will send for Delbecq," said she.
+
+"He would be of no use to you, clever as he is," replied Derville.
+"Listen to me, madame; one word will be enough to make you grave.
+Colonel Chabert is alive!"
+
+"Is it by telling me such nonsense as that that you think you can make
+me grave?" said she with a shout of laughter. But she was suddenly
+quelled by the singular penetration of the fixed gaze which Derville
+turned on her, seeming to read to the bottom of her soul.
+
+"Madame," he said with cold and piercing solemnity, "you know not the
+extent of the danger that threatens you. I need say nothing of the
+indisputable authenticity of the evidence nor of the fulness of proof
+which testifies to the identity of Comte Chabert. I am not, as you know,
+the man to take up a bad cause. If you resist our proceedings to show
+that the certificate of death was false, you will lose that first case,
+and that matter once settled, we shall gain every point."
+
+"What, then, do you wish to discuss with me?"
+
+"Neither the Colonel nor yourself. Nor need I allude to the briefs which
+clever advocates may draw up when armed with the curious facts of this
+case, or the advantage they may derive from the letters you received
+from your first husband before your marriage to your second."
+
+"It is false," she cried, with the violence of a spoilt woman. "I never
+had a letter from Comte Chabert; and if some one is pretending to be
+the Colonel, it is some swindler, some returned convict, like Coignard
+perhaps. It makes me shudder only to think of it. Can the Colonel rise
+from the dead, monsieur? Bonaparte sent an aide-de-camp to inquire for
+me on his death, and to this day I draw the pension of three thousand
+francs granted to this widow by the Government. I have been perfectly in
+the right to turn away all the Chaberts who have ever come, as I shall
+all who may come."
+
+"Happily we are alone, madame. We can tell lies at our ease," said he
+coolly, and finding it amusing to lash up the Countess' rage so as to
+lead her to betray herself, by tactics familiar to lawyers, who are
+accustomed to keep cool when their opponents or their clients are in
+a passion. "Well, then, we must fight it out," thought he, instantly
+hitting on a plan to entrap her and show her her weakness.
+
+"The proof that you received the first letter, madame, is that it
+contained some securities--"
+
+"Oh, as to securities--that it certainly did not."
+
+"Then you received the letter," said Derville, smiling. "You are caught,
+madame, in the first snare laid for you by an attorney, and you fancy
+you could fight against Justice----"
+
+The Countess colored, and then turned pale, hiding her face in her
+hands. Then she shook off her shame, and retorted with the natural
+impertinence of such women, "Since you are the so-called Chabert's
+attorney, be so good as to--"
+
+"Madame," said Derville, "I am at this moment as much your lawyer as I
+am Colonel Chabert's. Do you suppose I want to lose so valuable a client
+as you are?--But you are not listening."
+
+"Nay, speak on, monsieur," said she graciously.
+
+"Your fortune came to you from M. le Comte Chabert, and you cast him
+off. Your fortune is immense, and you leave him to beg. An advocate
+can be very eloquent when a cause is eloquent in itself; there are here
+circumstances which might turn public opinion strongly against you."
+
+"But, monsieur," said the Comtesse, provoked by the way in which
+Derville turned and laid her on the gridiron, "even if I grant that your
+M. Chabert is living, the law will uphold my second marriage on account
+of the children, and I shall get off with the restitution of two hundred
+and twenty-five thousand francs to M. Chabert."
+
+"It is impossible to foresee what view the Bench may take of the
+question. If on one side we have a mother and children, on the other we
+have an old man crushed by sorrows, made old by your refusals to know
+him. Where is he to find a wife? Can the judges contravene the law? Your
+marriage with Colonel Chabert has priority on its side and every legal
+right. But if you appear under disgraceful colors, you might have an
+unlooked-for adversary. That, madame, is the danger against which I
+would warn you."
+
+"And who is he?"
+
+"Comte Ferraud."
+
+"Monsieur Ferraud has too great an affection for me, too much respect
+for the mother of his children--"
+
+"Do not talk of such absurd things," interrupted Derville, "to lawyers,
+who are accustomed to read hearts to the bottom. At this instant
+Monsieur Ferraud has not the slightest wish to annual your union, and I
+am quite sure that he adores you; but if some one were to tell him that
+his marriage is void, that his wife will be called before the bar of
+public opinion as a criminal--"
+
+"He would defend me, monsieur."
+
+"No, madame."
+
+"What reason could he have for deserting me, monsieur?"
+
+"That he would be free to marry the only daughter of a peer of France,
+whose title would be conferred on him by patent from the King."
+
+The Countess turned pale.
+
+"A hit!" said Derville to himself. "I have you on the hip; the poor
+Colonel's case is won."--"Besides, madame," he went on aloud, "he would
+feel all the less remorse because a man covered with glory--a
+General, Count, Grand Cross of the Legion of Honor--is not such a bad
+alternative; and if that man insisted on his wife's returning to him--"
+
+"Enough, enough, monsieur!" she exclaimed. "I will never have any lawyer
+but you. What is to be done?"
+
+"Compromise!" said Derville.
+
+"Does he still love me?" she said.
+
+"Well, I do not think he can do otherwise."
+
+The Countess raised her head at these words. A flash of hope shone in
+her eyes; she thought perhaps that she could speculate on her first
+husband's affection to gain her cause by some feminine cunning.
+
+"I shall await your orders, madame, to know whether I am to report our
+proceedings to you, or if you will come to my office to agree to the
+terms of a compromise," said Derville, taking leave.
+
+
+
+A week after Derville had paid these two visits, on a fine morning
+in June, the husband and wife, who had been separated by an almost
+supernatural chance, started from the opposite ends of Paris to meet in
+the office of the lawyer who was engaged by both. The supplies liberally
+advanced by Derville to Colonel Chabert had enabled him to dress as
+suited his position in life, and the dead man arrived in a very decent
+cab. He wore a wig suited to his face, was dressed in blue cloth with
+white linen, and wore under his waistcoat the broad red ribbon of the
+higher grade of the Legion of Honor. In resuming the habits of wealth he
+had recovered his soldierly style. He held himself up; his face, grave
+and mysterious-looking, reflected his happiness and all his hopes, and
+seemed to have acquired youth and _impasto_, to borrow a picturesque
+word from the painter's art. He was no more like the Chabert of the old
+box-coat than a cartwheel double sou is like a newly coined forty-franc
+piece. The passer-by, only to see him, would have recognized at once one
+of the noble wrecks of our old army, one of the heroic men on whom
+our national glory is reflected, as a splinter of ice on which the sun
+shines seems to reflect every beam. These veterans are at once a picture
+and a book.
+
+When the Count jumped out of his carriage to go into Derville's office,
+he did it as lightly as a young man. Hardly had his cab moved off,
+when a smart brougham drove up, splendid with coats-of-arms. Madame
+la Comtesse Ferraud stepped out in a dress which, though simple, was
+cleverly designed to show how youthful her figure was. She wore a pretty
+drawn bonnet lined with pink, which framed her face to perfection,
+softening its outlines and making it look younger.
+
+If the clients were rejuvenescent, the office was unaltered, and
+presented the same picture as that described at the beginning of this
+story. Simonnin was eating his breakfast, his shoulder leaning against
+the window, which was then open, and he was staring up at the blue sky
+in the opening of the courtyard enclosed by four gloomy houses.
+
+"Ah, ha!" cried the little clerk, "who will bet an evening at the play
+that Colonel Chabert is a General, and wears a red ribbon?"
+
+"The chief is a great magician," said Godeschal.
+
+"Then there is no trick to play on him this time?" asked Desroches.
+
+"His wife has taken that in hand, the Comtesse Ferraud," said Boucard.
+
+"What next?" said Godeschal. "Is Comtesse Ferraud required to belong to
+two men?"
+
+"Here she is," answered Simonnin.
+
+"So you are not deaf, you young rogue!" said Chabert, taking the
+gutter-jumper by the ear and twisting it, to the delight of the other
+clerks, who began to laugh, looking at the Colonel with the curious
+attention due to so singular a personage.
+
+Comte Chabert was in Derville's private room at the moment when his wife
+came in by the door of the office.
+
+"I say, Boucard, there is going to be a queer scene in the chief's room!
+There is a woman who can spend her days alternately, the odd with Comte
+Ferraud, and the even with Comte Chabert."
+
+"And in leap year," said Godeschal, "they must settle the _count_
+between them."
+
+"Silence, gentlemen, you can be heard!" said Boucard severely. "I never
+was in an office where there was so much jesting as there is here over
+the clients."
+
+Derville had made the Colonel retire to the bedroom when the Countess
+was admitted.
+
+"Madame," he said, "not knowing whether it would be agreeable to you
+to meet M. le Comte Chabert, I have placed you apart. If, however, you
+should wish it--"
+
+"It is an attention for which I am obliged to you."
+
+"I have drawn up the memorandum of an agreement of which you and M.
+Chabert can discuss the conditions, here, and now. I will go alternately
+to him and to you, and explain your views respectively."
+
+"Let me see, monsieur," said the Countess impatiently.
+
+Derville read aloud:
+
+"'Between the undersigned:
+
+"'M. Hyacinthe Chabert, Count, Marechal de Camp, and Grand Officer of
+the Legion of Honor, living in Paris, Rue du Petit-Banquier, on the one
+part;
+
+"'And Madame Rose Chapotel, wife of the aforesaid M. le Comte Chabert,
+_nee_--'"
+
+"Pass over the preliminaries," said she. "Come to the conditions."
+
+"Madame," said the lawyer, "the preamble briefly sets forth the position
+in which you stand to each other. Then, by the first clause, you
+acknowledge, in the presence of three witnesses, of whom two shall be
+notaries, and one the dairyman with whom your husband has been lodging,
+to all of whom your secret is known, and who will be absolutely
+silent--you acknowledge, I say, that the individual designated in the
+documents subjoined to the deed, and whose identity is to be further
+proved by an act of recognition prepared by your notary, Alexandre
+Crottat, is your first husband, Comte Chabert. By the second clause
+Comte Chabert, to secure your happiness, will undertake to assert his
+rights only under certain circumstances set forth in the deed.--And
+these," said Derville, in a parenthesis, "are none other than a failure
+to carry out the conditions of this secret agreement.--M. Chabert, on
+his part, agrees to accept judgment on a friendly suit, by which his
+certificate of death shall be annulled, and his marriage dissolved."
+
+"That will not suit me in the least," said the Countess with surprise.
+"I will be a party to no suit; you know why."
+
+"By the third clause," Derville went on, with imperturbable coolness,
+"you pledge yourself to secure to Hyacinthe Comte Chabert an income of
+twenty-four thousand francs on government stock held in his name, to
+revert to you at his death--"
+
+"But it is much too dear!" exclaimed the Countess.
+
+"Can you compromise the matter cheaper?"
+
+"Possibly."
+
+"But what do you want, madame?"
+
+"I want--I will not have a lawsuit. I want--"
+
+"You want him to remain dead?" said Derville, interrupting her hastily.
+
+"Monsieur," said the Countess, "if twenty-four thousand francs a year
+are necessary, we will go to law--"
+
+"Yes, we will go to law," said the Colonel in a deep voice, as he opened
+the door and stood before his wife, with one hand in his waistcoat and
+the other hanging by his side--an attitude to which the recollection of
+his adventure gave horrible significance.
+
+"It is he," said the Countess to herself.
+
+"Too dear!" the old soldier exclaimed. "I have given you near on a
+million, and you are cheapening my misfortunes. Very well; now I will
+have you--you and your fortune. Our goods are in common, our marriage is
+not dissolved--"
+
+"But monsieur is not Colonel Chabert!" cried the Countess, in feigned
+amazement.
+
+"Indeed!" said the old man, in a tone of intense irony. "Do you want
+proofs? I found you in the Palais Royal----"
+
+The Countess turned pale. Seeing her grow white under her rouge, the old
+soldier paused, touched by the acute suffering he was inflicting on the
+woman he had once so ardently loved; but she shot such a venomous glance
+at him that he abruptly went on:
+
+"You were with La--"
+
+"Allow me, Monsieur Derville," said the Countess to the lawyer. "You
+must give me leave to retire. I did not come here to listen to such
+dreadful things."
+
+She rose and went out. Derville rushed after her; but the Countess had
+taken wings, and seemed to have flown from the place.
+
+On returning to his private room, he found the Colonel in a towering
+rage, striding up and down.
+
+"In those times a man took his wife where he chose," said he. "But I was
+foolish and chose badly; I trusted to appearances. She has no heart."
+
+"Well, Colonel, was I not right to beg you not to come?--I am now
+positive of your identity; when you came in, the Countess gave a little
+start, of which the meaning was unequivocal. But you have lost your
+chances. Your wife knows that you are unrecognizable."
+
+"I will kill her!"
+
+"Madness! you will be caught and executed like any common wretch.
+Besides you might miss! That would be unpardonable. A man must not miss
+his shot when he wants to kill his wife.--Let me set things straight;
+you are only a big child. Go now. Take care of yourself; she is capable
+of setting some trap for you and shutting you up in Charenton. I will
+notify her of our proceedings to protect you against a surprise."
+
+The unhappy Colonel obeyed his young benefactor, and went away,
+stammering apologies. He slowly went down the dark staircase, lost in
+gloomy thoughts, and crushed perhaps by the blow just dealt him--the
+most cruel he could feel, the thrust that could most deeply pierce
+his heart--when he heard the rustle of a woman's dress on the lowest
+landing, and his wife stood before him.
+
+"Come, monsieur," said she, taking his arm with a gesture like those
+familiar to him of old. Her action and the accent of her voice, which
+had recovered its graciousness, were enough to allay the Colonel's
+wrath, and he allowed himself to be led to the carriage.
+
+"Well, get in!" said she, when the footman had let down the step.
+
+And as if by magic, he found himself sitting by his wife in the
+brougham.
+
+"Where to?" asked the servant.
+
+"To Groslay," said she.
+
+The horses started at once, and carried them all across Paris.
+
+"Monsieur," said the Countess, in a tone of voice which betrayed one of
+those emotions which are rare in our lives, and which agitate every part
+of our being. At such moments the heart, fibres, nerves, countenance,
+soul, and body, everything, every pore even, feels a thrill. Life
+no longer seems to be within us; it flows out, springs forth, is
+communicated as if by contagion, transmitted by a look, a tone of voice,
+a gesture, impressing our will on others. The old soldier started on
+hearing this single word, this first, terrible "monsieur!" But still it
+was at once a reproach and a pardon, a hope and a despair, a question
+and an answer. This word included them all; none but an actress could
+have thrown so much eloquence, so many feelings into a single word.
+Truth is less complete in its utterance; it does not put everything on
+the outside; it allows us to see what is within. The Colonel was filled
+with remorse for his suspicions, his demands, and his anger; he looked
+down not to betray his agitation.
+
+"Monsieur," repeated she, after an imperceptible pause, "I knew you at
+once."
+
+"Rosine," said the old soldier, "those words contain the only balm that
+can help me to forget my misfortunes."
+
+Two large tears rolled hot on to his wife's hands, which he pressed to
+show his paternal affection.
+
+"Monsieur," she went on, "could you not have guessed what it cost me
+to appear before a stranger in a position so false as mine now is? If
+I have to blush for it, at least let it be in the privacy of my family.
+Ought not such a secret to remain buried in our hearts? You will forgive
+me, I hope, for my apparent indifference to the woes of a Chabert in
+whose existence I could not possibly believe. I received your letters,"
+she hastily added, seeing in his face the objection it expressed, "but
+they did not reach me till thirteen months after the battle of Eylau.
+They were opened, dirty, the writing was unrecognizable; and after
+obtaining Napoleon's signature to my second marriage contract, I could
+not help believing that some clever swindler wanted to make a fool of
+me. Therefore, to avoid disturbing Monsieur Ferraud's peace of mind,
+and disturbing family ties, I was obliged to take precautions against a
+pretended Chabert. Was I not right, I ask you?"
+
+"Yes, you were right. It was I who was the idiot, the owl, the dolt, not
+to have calculated better what the consequences of such a position might
+be.--But where are we going?" he asked, seeing that they had reached the
+barrier of La Chapelle.
+
+"To my country house near Groslay, in the valley of Montmorency. There,
+monsieur, we will consider the steps to be taken. I know my duties.
+Though I am yours by right, I am no longer yours in fact. Can you wish
+that we should become the talk of Paris? We need not inform the public
+of a situation, which for me has its ridiculous side, and let us
+preserve our dignity. You still love me," she said, with a sad, sweet
+gaze at the Colonel, "but have not I been authorized to form other ties?
+In so strange a position, a secret voice bids me trust to your kindness,
+which is so well known to me. Can I be wrong in taking you as the sole
+arbiter of my fate? Be at once judge and party to the suit. I trust in
+your noble character; you will be generous enough to forgive me for the
+consequences of faults committed in innocence. I may then confess to
+you: I love M. Ferraud. I believed that I had a right to love him. I
+do not blush to make this confession to you; even if it offends you, it
+does not disgrace us. I cannot conceal the facts. When fate made me a
+widow, I was not a mother."
+
+The Colonel with a wave of his hand bid his wife be silent, and for a
+mile and a half they sat without speaking a single word. Chabert could
+fancy he saw the two little ones before him.
+
+"Rosine."
+
+"Monsieur?"
+
+"The dead are very wrong to come to life again."
+
+"Oh, monsieur, no, no! Do not think me ungrateful. Only, you find me a
+lover, a mother, while you left me merely a wife. Though it is no longer
+in my power to love, I know how much I owe you, and I can still offer
+you all the affection of a daughter."
+
+"Rosine," said the old man in a softened tone, "I no longer feel any
+resentment against you. We will forget anything," he added, with one of
+those smiles which always reflect a noble soul; "I have not so little
+delicacy as to demand the mockery of love from a wife who no longer
+loves me."
+
+The Countess gave him a flashing look full of such deep gratitude that
+poor Chabert would have been glad to sink again into his grave at Eylau.
+Some men have a soul strong enough for such self-devotion, of which the
+whole reward consists in the assurance that they have made the person
+they love happy.
+
+"My dear friend, we will talk all this over later when our hearts have
+rested," said the Countess.
+
+The conversation turned to other subjects, for it was impossible to
+dwell very long on this one. Though the couple came back again and
+again to their singular position, either by some allusion or of serious
+purpose, they had a delightful drive, recalling the events of their
+former life together and the times of the Empire. The Countess knew how
+to lend peculiar charm to her reminiscences, and gave the conversation
+the tinge of melancholy that was needed to keep it serious. She revived
+his love without awakening his desires, and allowed her first husband to
+discern the mental wealth she had acquired while trying to accustom him
+to moderate his pleasure to that which a father may feel in the society
+of a favorite daughter.
+
+The Colonel had known the Countess of the Empire; he found her a
+Countess of the Restoration.
+
+At last, by a cross-road, they arrived at the entrance to a large park
+lying in the little valley which divides the heights of Margency from
+the pretty village of Groslay. The Countess had there a delightful
+house, where the Colonel on arriving found everything in readiness
+for his stay there, as well as for his wife's. Misfortune is a kind
+of talisman whose virtue consists in its power to confirm our original
+nature; in some men it increases their distrust and malignancy, just as
+it improves the goodness of those who have a kind heart.
+
+Sorrow had made the Colonel even more helpful and good than he had
+always been, and he could understand some secrets of womanly distress
+which are unrevealed to most men. Nevertheless, in spite of his loyal
+trustfulness, he could not help saying to his wife:
+
+"Then you felt quite sure you would bring me here?"
+
+"Yes," replied she, "if I found Colonel Chabert in Derville's client."
+
+The appearance of truth she contrived to give to this answer dissipated
+the slight suspicions which the Colonel was ashamed to have felt. For
+three days the Countess was quite charming to her first husband. By
+tender attentions and unfailing sweetness she seemed anxious to wipe out
+the memory of the sufferings he had endured, and to earn forgiveness
+for the woes which, as she confessed, she had innocently caused him. She
+delighted in displaying for him the charms she knew he took pleasure
+in, while at the same time she assumed a kind of melancholy; for men are
+more especially accessible to certain ways, certain graces of the heart
+or of the mind which they cannot resist. She aimed at interesting him in
+her position, and appealing to his feelings so far as to take possession
+of his mind and control him despotically.
+
+Ready for anything to attain her ends, she did not yet know what she
+was to do with this man; but at any rate she meant to annihilate him
+socially. On the evening of the third day she felt that in spite of her
+efforts she could not conceal her uneasiness as to the results of her
+manoeuvres. To give herself a minute's reprieve she went up to her room,
+sat down before her writing-table, and laid aside the mask of composure
+which she wore in Chabert's presence, like an actress who, returning to
+her dressing-room after a fatiguing fifth act, drops half dead, leaving
+with the audience an image of herself which she no longer resembles. She
+proceeded to finish a letter she had begun to Delbecq, whom she desired
+to go in her name and demand of Derville the deeds relating to Colonel
+Chabert, to copy them, and to come to her at once to Groslay. She had
+hardly finished when she heard the Colonel's step in the passage; uneasy
+at her absence, he had come to look for her.
+
+"Alas!" she exclaimed, "I wish I were dead! My position is
+intolerable..."
+
+"Why, what is the matter?" asked the good man.
+
+"Nothing, nothing!" she replied.
+
+She rose, left the Colonel, and went down to speak privately to her
+maid, whom she sent off to Paris, impressing on her that she was herself
+to deliver to Delbecq the letter just written, and to bring it back to
+the writer as soon as he had read it. Then the Countess went out to sit
+on a bench sufficiently in sight for the Colonel to join her as soon as
+he might choose. The Colonel, who was looking for her, hastened up and
+sat down by her.
+
+"Rosine," said he, "what is the matter with you?"
+
+She did not answer.
+
+It was one of those glorious, calm evenings in the month of June, whose
+secret harmonies infuse such sweetness into the sunset. The air was
+clear, the stillness perfect, so that far away in the park they could
+hear the voices of some children, which added a kind of melody to the
+sublimity of the scene.
+
+"You do not answer me?" the Colonel said to his wife.
+
+"My husband----" said the Countess, who broke off, started a little, and
+with a blush stopped to ask him, "What am I to say when I speak of M.
+Ferraud?"
+
+"Call him your husband, my poor child," replied the Colonel, in a kind
+voice. "Is he not the father of your children?"
+
+"Well, then," she said, "if he should ask what I came here for, if he
+finds out that I came here, alone, with a stranger, what am I to say
+to him? Listen, monsieur," she went on, assuming a dignified attitude,
+"decide my fate, I am resigned to anything--"
+
+"My dear," said the Colonel, taking possession of his wife's hands, "I
+have made up my mind to sacrifice myself entirely for your happiness--"
+
+"That is impossible!" she exclaimed, with a sudden spasmodic movement.
+"Remember that you would have to renounce your identity, and in an
+authenticated form."
+
+"What?" said the Colonel. "Is not my word enough for you?"
+
+The word "authenticated" fell on the old man's heart, and roused
+involuntary distrust. He looked at his wife in a way that made her
+color, she cast down her eyes, and he feared that he might find himself
+compelled to despise her. The Countess was afraid lest she had scared
+the shy modesty, the stern honesty, of a man whose generous temper and
+primitive virtues were known to her. Though these feelings had brought
+the clouds to her brow, they immediately recovered their harmony. This
+was the way of it. A child's cry was heard in the distance.
+
+"Jules, leave your sister in peace," the Countess called out.
+
+"What, are your children here?" said Chabert.
+
+"Yes, but I told them not to trouble you."
+
+The old soldier understood the delicacy, the womanly tact of so gracious
+a precaution, and took the Countess' hand to kiss it.
+
+"But let them come," said he.
+
+The little girl ran up to complain of her brother.
+
+"Mamma!"
+
+"Mamma!"
+
+"It was Jules--"
+
+"It was her--"
+
+Their little hands were held out to their mother, and the two childish
+voices mingled; it was an unexpected and charming picture.
+
+"Poor little things!" cried the Countess, no longer restraining her
+tears, "I shall have to leave them. To whom will the law assign them? A
+mother's heart cannot be divided; I want them, I want them."
+
+"Are you making mamma cry?" said Jules, looking fiercely at the Colonel.
+
+"Silence, Jules!" said the mother in a decided tone.
+
+The two children stood speechless, examining their mother and the
+stranger with a curiosity which it is impossible to express in words.
+
+"Oh yes!" she cried. "If I am separated from the Count, only leave me my
+children, and I will submit to anything..."
+
+This was the decisive speech which gained all that she had hoped from
+it.
+
+"Yes," exclaimed the Colonel, as if he were ending a sentence already
+begun in his mind, "I must return underground again. I had told myself
+so already."
+
+"Can I accept such a sacrifice?" replied his wife. "If some men have
+died to save a mistress' honor, they gave their life but once. But
+in this case you would be giving your life every day. No, no. It is
+impossible. If it were only your life, it would be nothing; but to sign
+a declaration that you are not Colonel Chabert, to acknowledge yourself
+an imposter, to sacrifice your honor, and live a lie every hour of the
+day! Human devotion cannot go so far. Only think!--No. But for my poor
+children I would have fled with you by this time to the other end of the
+world."
+
+"But," said Chabert, "cannot I live here in your little lodge as one of
+your relations? I am as worn out as a cracked cannon; I want nothing but
+a little tobacco and the _Constitutionnel_."
+
+The Countess melted into tears. There was a contest of generosity
+between the Comtesse Ferraud and Colonel Chabert, and the soldier came
+out victorious. One evening, seeing this mother with her children, the
+soldier was bewitched by the touching grace of a family picture in the
+country, in the shade and the silence; he made a resolution to remain
+dead, and, frightened no longer at the authentication of a deed, he
+asked what he could do to secure beyond all risk the happiness of this
+family.
+
+"Do exactly as you like," said the Countess. "I declare to you that I
+will have nothing to do with this affair. I ought not."
+
+Delbecq had arrived some days before, and in obedience to the Countess'
+verbal instructions, the intendant had succeeded in gaining the old
+soldier's confidence. So on the following morning Colonel Chabert went
+with the erewhile attorney to Saint-Leu-Taverny, where Delbecq had
+caused the notary to draw up an affidavit in such terms that, after
+hearing it read, the Colonel started up and walked out of the office.
+
+"Turf and thunder! What a fool you must think me! Why, I should make
+myself out a swindler!" he exclaimed.
+
+"Indeed, monsieur," said Delbecq, "I should advise you not to sign in
+haste. In your place I would get at least thirty thousand francs a year
+out of the bargain. Madame would pay them."
+
+After annihilating this scoundrel _emeritus_ by the lightning look of an
+honest man insulted, the Colonel rushed off, carried away by a thousand
+contrary emotions. He was suspicious, indignant, and calm again by
+turns.
+
+Finally he made his way back into the park of Groslay by a gap in a
+fence, and slowly walked on to sit down and rest, and meditate at his
+ease, in a little room under a gazebo, from which the road to Saint-Leu
+could be seen. The path being strewn with the yellowish sand which is
+used instead of river-gravel, the Countess, who was sitting in the upper
+room of this little summer-house, did not hear the Colonel's approach,
+for she was too much preoccupied with the success of her business to pay
+the smallest attention to the slight noise made by her husband. Nor did
+the old man notice that his wife was in the room over him.
+
+"Well, Monsieur Delbecq, has he signed?" the Countess asked her
+secretary, whom she saw alone on the road beyond the hedge of a haha.
+
+"No, madame. I do not even know what has become of our man. The old
+horse reared."
+
+"Then we shall be obliged to put him into Charenton," said she, "since
+we have got him."
+
+The Colonel, who recovered the elasticity of youth to leap the haha,
+in the twinkling of an eye was standing in front of Delbecq, on whom he
+bestowed the two finest slaps that ever a scoundrel's cheeks received.
+
+"And you may add that old horses can kick!" said he.
+
+His rage spent, the Colonel no longer felt vigorous enough to leap the
+ditch. He had seen the truth in all its nakedness. The Countess' speech
+and Delbecq's reply had revealed the conspiracy of which he was to be
+the victim. The care taken of him was but a bait to entrap him in a
+snare. That speech was like a drop of subtle poison, bringing on in the
+old soldier a return of all his sufferings, physical and moral. He came
+back to the summer-house through the park gate, walking slowly like a
+broken man.
+
+Then for him there was to be neither peace nor truce. From this moment
+he must begin the odious warfare with this woman of which Derville had
+spoken, enter on a life of litigation, feed on gall, drink every morning
+of the cup of bitterness. And then--fearful thought!--where was he to
+find the money needful to pay the cost of the first proceedings? He felt
+such disgust of life, that if there had been any water at hand he would
+have thrown himself into it; that if he had had a pistol, he would
+have blown out his brains. Then he relapsed into the indecision of
+mind which, since his conversation with Derville at the dairyman's had
+changed his character.
+
+At last, having reached the kiosque, he went up to the gazebo, where
+little rose-windows afforded a view over each lovely landscape of the
+valley, and where he found his wife seated on a chair. The Countess was
+gazing at the distance, and preserved a calm countenance, showing that
+impenetrable face which women can assume when resolved to do their
+worst. She wiped her eyes as if she had been weeping, and played
+absently with the pink ribbons of her sash. Nevertheless, in spite of
+her apparent assurance, she could not help shuddering slightly when she
+saw before her her venerable benefactor, standing with folded arms, his
+face pale, his brow stern.
+
+"Madame," he said, after gazing at her fixedly for a moment and
+compelling her to blush, "Madame, I do not curse you--I scorn you. I can
+now thank the chance that has divided us. I do not feel even a desire
+for revenge; I no longer love you. I want nothing from you. Live in
+peace on the strength of my word; it is worth more than the scrawl of
+all the notaries in Paris. I will never assert my claim to the name I
+perhaps have made illustrious. I am henceforth but a poor devil named
+Hyacinthe, who asks no more than his share of the sunshine.--Farewell!"
+
+The Countess threw herself at his feet; she would have detained him by
+taking his hands, but he pushed her away with disgust, saying:
+
+"Do not touch me!"
+
+The Countess' expression when she heard her husband's retreating steps
+is quite indescribable. Then, with the deep perspicacity given only
+by utter villainy, or by fierce worldly selfishness, she knew that she
+might live in peace on the word and the contempt of this loyal veteran.
+
+Chabert, in fact, disappeared. The dairyman failed in business, and
+became a hackney-cab driver. The Colonel, perhaps, took up some similar
+industry for a time. Perhaps, like a stone flung into a chasm, he went
+falling from ledge to ledge, to be lost in the mire of rags that seethes
+through the streets of Paris.
+
+Six months after this event, Derville, hearing no more of Colonel
+Chabert or the Comtesse Ferraud, supposed that they had no doubt come
+to a compromise, which the Countess, out of revenge, had had arranged by
+some other lawyer. So one morning he added up the sums he had advanced
+to the said Chabert with the costs, and begged the Comtesse Ferraud to
+claim from M. le Comte Chabert the amount of the bill, assuming that she
+would know where to find her first husband.
+
+The very next day Comte Ferraud's man of business, lately appointed
+President of the County Court in a town of some importance, wrote this
+distressing note to Derville:
+
+  "MONSIEUR,--
+
+  "Madame la Comtesse Ferraud desires me to inform you that your
+  client took complete advantage of your confidence, and that the
+  individual calling himself Comte Chabert has acknowledged that he
+  came forward under false pretences.
+
+"Yours, etc., DELBECQ."
+
+
+"One comes across people who are, on my honor, too stupid by half,"
+cried Derville. "They don't deserve to be Christians! Be humane,
+generous, philanthropical, and a lawyer, and you are bound to
+be cheated! There is a piece of business that will cost me two
+thousand-franc notes!"
+
+
+
+Some time after receiving this letter, Derville went to the Palais de
+Justice in search of a pleader to whom he wished to speak, and who was
+employed in the Police Court. As chance would have it, Derville went
+into Court Number 6 at the moment when the Presiding Magistrate was
+sentencing one Hyacinthe to two months' imprisonment as a vagabond, and
+subsequently to be taken to the Mendicity House of Detention, a sentence
+which, by magistrates' law, is equivalent to perpetual imprisonment. On
+hearing the name of Hyacinthe, Derville looked at the deliquent, sitting
+between two _gendarmes_ on the bench for the accused, and recognized in
+the condemned man his false Colonel Chabert.
+
+The old soldier was placid, motionless, almost absentminded. In spite
+of his rags, in spite of the misery stamped on his countenance, it
+gave evidence of noble pride. His eye had a stoical expression which no
+magistrate ought to have misunderstood; but as soon as a man has fallen
+into the hands of justice, he is no more than a moral entity, a matter
+of law or of fact, just as to statists he has become a zero.
+
+When the veteran was taken back to the lock-up, to be removed later
+with the batch of vagabonds at that moment at the bar, Derville availed
+himself of the privilege accorded to lawyers of going wherever they
+please in the Courts, and followed him to the lock-up, where he stood
+scrutinizing him for some minutes, as well as the curious crew of
+beggars among whom he found himself. The passage to the lock-up at that
+moment afforded one of those spectacles which, unfortunately, neither
+legislators, nor philanthropists, nor painters, nor writers come to
+study. Like all the laboratories of the law, this ante-room is a dark
+and malodorous place; along the walls runs a wooden seat, blackened
+by the constant presence there of the wretches who come to this
+meeting-place of every form of social squalor, where not one of them is
+missing.
+
+A poet might say that the day was ashamed to light up this dreadful
+sewer through which so much misery flows! There is not a spot on that
+plank where some crime has not sat, in embryo or matured; not a corner
+where a man has never stood who, driven to despair by the blight which
+justice has set upon him after his first fault, has not there begun a
+career, at the end of which looms the guillotine or the pistol-snap of
+the suicide. All who fall on the pavement of Paris rebound against these
+yellow-gray walls, on which a philanthropist who was not a speculator
+might read a justification of the numerous suicides complained of by
+hypocritical writers who are incapable of taking a step to prevent
+them--for that justification is written in that ante-room, like a
+preface to the dramas of the Morgue, or to those enacted on the Place de
+la Greve.
+
+At this moment Colonel Chabert was sitting among these men--men with
+coarse faces, clothed in the horrible livery of misery, and silent at
+intervals, or talking in a low tone, for three gendarmes on duty paced
+to and fro, their sabres clattering on the floor.
+
+"Do you recognize me?" said Derville to the old man, standing in front
+of him.
+
+"Yes, sir," said Chabert, rising.
+
+"If you are an honest man," Derville went on in an undertone, "how could
+you remain in my debt?"
+
+The old soldier blushed as a young girl might when accused by her mother
+of a clandestine love affair.
+
+"What! Madame Ferraud has not paid you?" cried he in a loud voice.
+
+"Paid me?" said Derville. "She wrote to me that you were a swindler."
+
+The Colonel cast up his eyes in a sublime impulse of horror and
+imprecation, as if to call heaven to witness to this fresh subterfuge.
+
+"Monsieur," said he, in a voice that was calm by sheer huskiness, "get
+the gendarmes to allow me to go into the lock-up, and I will sign an
+order which will certainly be honored."
+
+At a word from Derville to the sergeant he was allowed to take his
+client into the room, where Hyacinthe wrote a few lines, and addressed
+them to the Comtesse Ferraud.
+
+"Send her that," said the soldier, "and you will be paid your costs and
+the money you advanced. Believe me, monsieur, if I have not shown
+you the gratitude I owe you for your kind offices, it is not the less
+there," and he laid his hand on his heart. "Yes, it is there, deep and
+sincere. But what can the unfortunate do? They live, and that is all."
+
+"What!" said Derville. "Did you not stipulate for an allowance?"
+
+"Do not speak of it!" cried the old man. "You cannot conceive how deep
+my contempt is for the outside life to which most men cling. I was
+suddenly attacked by a sickness--disgust of humanity. When I think
+that Napoleon is at Saint-Helena, everything on earth is a matter of
+indifference to me. I can no longer be a soldier; that is my only real
+grief. After all," he added with a gesture of childish simplicity, "it
+is better to enjoy luxury of feeling than of dress. For my part, I fear
+nobody's contempt."
+
+And the Colonel sat down on his bench again.
+
+Derville went away. On returning to his office, he sent Godeschal, at
+that time his second clerk, to the Comtesse Ferraud, who, on reading the
+note, at once paid the sum due to Comte Chabert's lawyer.
+
+
+
+In 1840, towards the end of June, Godeschal, now himself an attorney,
+went to Ris with Derville, to whom he had succeeded. When they reached
+the avenue leading from the highroad to Bicetre, they saw, under one
+of the elm-trees by the wayside, one of those old, broken, and hoary
+paupers who have earned the Marshal's staff among beggars by living on
+at Bicetre as poor women live on at la Salpetriere. This man, one of
+the two thousand poor creatures who are lodged in the infirmary for the
+aged, was seated on a corner-stone, and seemed to have concentrated all
+his intelligence on an operation well known to these pensioners, which
+consists in drying their snuffy pocket-handkerchiefs in the sun, perhaps
+to save washing them. This old man had an attractive countenance. He was
+dressed in a reddish cloth wrapper-coat which the work-house affords to
+its inmates, a sort of horrible livery.
+
+"I say, Derville," said Godeschal to his traveling companion, "look at
+that old fellow. Isn't he like those grotesque carved figures we get
+from Germany? And it is alive, perhaps it is happy."
+
+Derville looked at the poor man through his eyeglass, and with a little
+exclamation of surprise he said:
+
+"That old man, my dear fellow, is a whole poem, or, as the romantics
+say, a drama.--Did you ever meet the Comtesse Ferraud?"
+
+"Yes; she is a clever woman, and agreeable; but rather too pious," said
+Godeschal.
+
+"That old Bicetre pauper is her lawful husband, Comte Chabert, the
+old Colonel. She has had him sent here, no doubt. And if he is in
+this workhouse instead of living in a mansion, it is solely because he
+reminded the pretty Countess that he had taken her, like a hackney cab,
+on the street. I can remember now the tiger's glare she shot at him at
+that moment."
+
+This opening having excited Godeschal's curiosity, Derville related the
+story here told.
+
+Two days later, on Monday morning, as they returned to Paris, the two
+friends looked again at Bicetre, and Derville proposed that they should
+call on Colonel Chabert. Halfway up the avenue they found the old man
+sitting on the trunk of a felled tree. With his stick in one hand, he
+was amusing himself with drawing lines in the sand. On looking at him
+narrowly, they perceived that he had been breakfasting elsewhere than at
+Bicetre.
+
+"Good-morning, Colonel Chabert," said Derville.
+
+"Not Chabert! not Chabert! My name is Hyacinthe," replied the veteran.
+"I am no longer a man, I am No. 164, Room 7," he added, looking at
+Derville with timid anxiety, the fear of an old man and a child.--"Are
+you going to visit the man condemned to death?" he asked after a
+moment's silence. "He is not married! He is very lucky!"
+
+"Poor fellow!" said Godeschal. "Would you like something to buy snuff?"
+
+With all the simplicity of a street Arab, the Colonel eagerly held out
+his hand to the two strangers, who each gave him a twenty-franc piece;
+he thanked them with a puzzled look, saying:
+
+"Brave troopers!"
+
+He ported arms, pretended to take aim at them, and shouted with a smile:
+
+"Fire! both arms! _Vive Napoleon_!" And he drew a flourish in the air
+with his stick.
+
+"The nature of his wound has no doubt made him childish," said Derville.
+
+"Childish! he?" said another old pauper, who was looking on. "Why, there
+are days when you had better not tread on his corns. He is an old rogue,
+full of philosophy and imagination. But to-day, what can you expect! He
+has had his Monday treat.--He was here, monsieur, so long ago as 1820.
+At that time a Prussian officer, whose chaise was crawling up the hill
+of Villejuif, came by on foot. We two were together, Hyacinthe and I,
+by the roadside. The officer, as he walked, was talking to another, a
+Russian, or some animal of the same species, and when the Prussian saw
+the old boy, just to make fun, he said to him, 'Here is an old cavalry
+man who must have been at Rossbach.'--'I was too young to be there,'
+said Hyacinthe. 'But I was at Jena.' And the Prussian made off pretty
+quick, without asking any more questions."
+
+"What a destiny!" exclaimed Derville. "Taken out of the Foundling
+Hospital to die in the Infirmary for the Aged, after helping Napoleon
+between whiles to conquer Egypt and Europe.--Do you know, my dear
+fellow," Derville went on after a pause, "there are in modern society
+three men who can never think well of the world--the priest, the doctor,
+and the man of law? And they wear black robes, perhaps because they are
+in mourning for every virtue and every illusion. The most hapless of
+the three is the lawyer. When a man comes in search of the priest, he
+is prompted by repentance, by remorse, by beliefs which make him
+interesting, which elevate him and comfort the soul of the intercessor
+whose task will bring him a sort of gladness; he purifies, repairs and
+reconciles. But we lawyers, we see the same evil feelings repeated again
+and again, nothing can correct them; our offices are sewers which can
+never be cleansed.
+
+"How many things have I learned in the exercise of my profession! I have
+seen a father die in a garret, deserted by two daughters, to whom he had
+given forty thousand francs a year! I have known wills burned; I have
+seen mothers robbing their children, wives killing their husbands, and
+working on the love they could inspire to make the men idiotic or mad,
+that they might live in peace with a lover. I have seen women teaching
+the child of their marriage such tastes as must bring it to the grave in
+order to benefit the child of an illicit affection. I could not tell
+you all I have seen, for I have seen crimes against which justice is
+impotent. In short, all the horrors that romancers suppose they have
+invented are still below the truth. You will know something of these
+pretty things; as for me, I am going to live in the country with my
+wife. I have a horror of Paris."
+
+"I have seen plenty of them already in Desroches' office," replied
+Godeschal.
+
+
+PARIS, February-March 1832.
+
+
+
+
+ADDENDUM
+
+The following personages appear in other stories of the Human Comedy.
+
+     Bonaparte, Napoleon
+       The Vendetta
+       The Gondreville Mystery
+       Domestic Peace
+       The Seamy Side of History
+       A Woman of Thirty
+
+     Crottat, Alexandre
+       Cesar Birotteau
+       A Start in Life
+       A Woman of Thirty
+       Cousin Pons
+
+     Derville
+       Gobseck
+       A Start in Life
+       The Gondreville Mystery
+       Father Goriot
+       Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+
+     Desroches (son)
+       A Bachelor's Establishment
+       A Start in Life
+       A Woman of Thirty
+       The Commission in Lunacy
+       The Government Clerks
+       A Distinguished Provincial at Paris
+       Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+       The Firm of Nucingen
+       A Man of Business
+       The Middle Classes
+
+     Ferraud, Comtesse
+       The Government Clerks
+
+     Godeschal, Francois-Claude-Marie
+       A Bachelor's Establishment
+       A Start in Life
+       The Commission in Lunacy
+       The Middle Classes
+       Cousin Pons
+
+     Grandlieu, Vicomtesse de
+       Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+       Gobseck
+
+     Louis XVIII., Louis-Stanislas-Xavier
+       The Chouans
+       The Seamy Side of History
+       The Gondreville Mystery
+       Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+       The Ball at Sceaux
+       The Lily of the Valley
+       The Government Clerks
+
+     Murat, Joachim, Prince
+       The Vendetta
+       The Gondreville Mystery
+       Domestic Peace
+       The Country Doctor
+
+     Navarreins, Duc de
+       A Bachelor's Establishment
+       The Muse of the Department
+       The Thirteen
+       Jealousies of a Country Town
+       The Peasantry
+       Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+       The Country Parson
+       The Magic Skin
+       The Gondreville Mystery
+       The Secrets of a Princess
+       Cousin Betty
+
+     Vergniaud, Louis
+       The Vendetta
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Colonel Chabert, by Honore de Balzac
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+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
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+Title: Colonel Chabert
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+Author: Honore de Balzac
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+Release Date: July 1, 2004 [EBook #1954]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK COLONEL CHABERT ***
+
+
+
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+Produced by Dagny, and John Bickers
+
+
+
+
+                          COLONEL CHABERT
+
+                                 BY
+
+                          HONORE DE BALZAC
+
+
+                           Translated by
+
+                   Ellen Marriage and Clara Bell
+
+
+
+
+                             DEDICATION
+
+       To Madame la Comtesse Ida de Bocarme nee du Chasteler.
+
+
+
+
+
+                          COLONEL CHABERT
+
+
+
+"HULLO! There is that old Box-coat again!"
+
+This exclamation was made by a lawyer's clerk of the class called in
+French offices a gutter-jumper--a messenger in fact--who at this
+moment was eating a piece of dry bread with a hearty appetite. He
+pulled off a morsel of crumb to make into a bullet, and fired it
+gleefully through the open pane of the window against which he was
+leaning. The pellet, well aimed, rebounded almost as high as the
+window, after hitting the hat of a stranger who was crossing the
+courtyard of a house in the Rue Vivienne, where dwelt Maitre Derville,
+attorney-at-law.
+
+"Come, Simonnin, don't play tricks on people, or I will turn you out
+of doors. However poor a client may be, he is still a man, hang it
+all!" said the head clerk, pausing in the addition of a bill of costs.
+
+The lawyer's messenger is commonly, as was Simonnin, a lad of thirteen
+or fourteen, who, in every office, is under the special jurisdiction
+of the managing clerk, whose errands and /billets-doux/ keep him
+employed on his way to carry writs to the bailiffs and petitions to
+the Courts. He is akin to the street boy in his habits, and to the
+pettifogger by fate. The boy is almost always ruthless, unbroken,
+unmanageable, a ribald rhymester, impudent, greedy, and idle. And yet,
+almost all these clerklings have an old mother lodging on some fifth
+floor with whom they share their pittance of thirty or forty francs a
+month.
+
+"If he is a man, why do you call him old Box-coat?" asked Simonnin,
+with the air of a schoolboy who has caught out his master.
+
+And he went on eating his bread and cheese, leaning his shoulder
+against the window jamb; for he rested standing like a cab-horse, one
+of his legs raised and propped against the other, on the toe of his
+shoe.
+
+"What trick can we play that cove?" said the third clerk, whose name
+was Godeschal, in a low voice, pausing in the middle of a discourse he
+was extemporizing in an appeal engrossed by the fourth clerk, of which
+copies were being made by two neophytes from the provinces.
+
+Then he went on improvising:
+
+"/But, in his noble and beneficent wisdom, his Majesty, Louis the
+Eighteenth/--(write it at full length, heh! Desroches the learned
+--you, as you engross it!)--/when he resumed the reins of Government,
+understood/--(what did that old nincompoop ever understand?)--/the
+high mission to which he had been called by Divine Providence!/--(a
+note of admiration and six stops. They are pious enough at the Courts
+to let us put six)--/and his first thought, as is proved by the date
+of the order hereinafter designated, was to repair the misfortunes
+caused by the terrible and sad disasters of the revolutionary times,
+by restoring to his numerous and faithful adherents/--('numerous' is
+flattering, and ought to please the Bench)--/all their unsold estates,
+whether within our realm, or in conquered or acquired territory, or in
+the endowments of public institutions, for we are, and proclaim
+ourselves competent to declare, that this is the spirit and meaning of
+the famous, truly loyal order given in/--Stop," said Godeschal to the
+three copying clerks, "that rascally sentence brings me to the end of
+my page.--Well," he went on, wetting the back fold of the sheet with
+his tongue, so as to be able to fold back the page of thick stamped
+paper, "well, if you want to play him a trick, tell him that the
+master can only see his clients between two and three in the morning;
+we shall see if he comes, the old ruffian!"
+
+And Godeschal took up the sentence he was dictating--"/given in/--Are
+you ready?"
+
+"Yes," cried the three writers.
+
+It all went all together, the appeal, the gossip, and the conspiracy.
+
+"/Given in/--Here, Daddy Boucard, what is the date of the order? We
+must dot our /i/'s and cross our /t/'s, by Jingo! it helps to fill the
+pages."
+
+"By Jingo!" repeated one of the copying clerks before Boucard, the
+head clerk, could reply.
+
+"What! have you written /by Jingo/?" cried Godeschal, looking at one
+of the novices, with an expression at once stern and humorous.
+
+"Why, yes," said Desroches, the fourth clerk, leaning across his
+neighbor's copy, "he has written, '/We must dot our i's/' and spelt it
+/by Gingo/!"
+
+All the clerks shouted with laughter.
+
+"Why! Monsieur Hure, you take 'By Jingo' for a law term, and you say
+you come from Mortagne!" exclaimed Simonnin.
+
+"Scratch it cleanly out," said the head clerk. "If the judge, whose
+business it is to tax the bill, were to see such things, he would say
+you were laughing at the whole boiling. You would hear of it from the
+chief! Come, no more of this nonsense, Monsieur Hure! A Norman ought
+not to write out an appeal without thought. It is the 'Shoulder arms!'
+of the law."
+
+"/Given in--in/?" asked Godeschal.--"Tell me when, Boucard."
+
+"June 1814," replied the head clerk, without looking up from his work.
+
+A knock at the office door interrupted the circumlocutions of the
+prolix document. Five clerks with rows of hungry teeth, bright,
+mocking eyes, and curly heads, lifted their noses towards the door,
+after crying all together in a singing tone, "Come in!"
+
+Boucard kept his face buried in a pile of papers--/broutilles/ (odds
+and ends) in French law jargon--and went on drawing out the bill of
+costs on which he was busy.
+
+The office was a large room furnished with the traditional stool which
+is to be seen in all these dens of law-quibbling. The stove-pipe
+crossed the room diagonally to the chimney of a bricked-up fireplace;
+on the marble chimney-piece were several chunks of bread, triangles of
+Brie cheese, pork cutlets, glasses, bottles, and the head clerk's cup
+of chocolate. The smell of these dainties blended so completely with
+that of the immoderately overheated stove and the odor peculiar to
+offices and old papers, that the trail of a fox would not have been
+perceptible. The floor was covered with mud and snow, brought in by
+the clerks. Near the window stood the desk with a revolving lid, where
+the head clerk worked, and against the back of it was the second
+clerk's table. The second clerk was at this moment in Court. It was
+between eight and nine in the morning.
+
+The only decoration of the office consisted in huge yellow posters,
+announcing seizures of real estate, sales, settlements under trust,
+final or interim judgments,--all the glory of a lawyer's office.
+Behind the head clerk was an enormous room, of which each division was
+crammed with bundles of papers with an infinite number of tickets
+hanging from them at the ends of red tape, which give a peculiar
+physiognomy to law papers. The lower rows were filled with cardboard
+boxes, yellow with use, on which might be read the names of the more
+important clients whose cases were juicily stewing at this present
+time. The dirty window-panes admitted but little daylight. Indeed,
+there are very few offices in Paris where it is possible to write
+without lamplight before ten in the morning in the month of February,
+for they are all left to very natural neglect; every one comes and no
+one stays; no one has any personal interest in a scene of mere routine
+--neither the attorney, nor the counsel, nor the clerks, trouble
+themselves about the appearance of a place which, to the youths, is a
+schoolroom; to the clients, a passage; to the chief, a laboratory. The
+greasy furniture is handed down to successive owners with such
+scrupulous care, that in some offices may still be seen boxes of
+/remainders/, machines for twisting parchment gut, and bags left by
+the prosecuting parties of the Chatelet (abbreviated to /Chlet/)--a
+Court which, under the old order of things, represented the present
+Court of First Instance (or County Court).
+
+So in this dark office, thick with dust, there was, as in all its
+fellows, something repulsive to the clients--something which made it
+one of the most hideous monstrosities of Paris. Nay, were it not for
+the mouldy sacristies where prayers are weighed out and paid for like
+groceries, and for the old-clothes shops, where flutter the rags that
+blight all the illusions of life by showing us the last end of all our
+festivities--an attorney's office would be, of all social marts, the
+most loathsome. But we might say the same of the gambling-hell, of the
+Law Court, of the lottery office, of the brothel.
+
+But why? In these places, perhaps, the drama being played in a man's
+soul makes him indifferent to accessories, which would also account
+for the single-mindedness of great thinkers and men of great
+ambitions.
+
+"Where is my penknife?"
+
+"I am eating my breakfast."
+
+"You go and be hanged! here is a blot on the copy."
+
+"Silence, gentlemen!"
+
+These various exclamations were uttered simultaneously at the moment
+when the old client shut the door with the sort of humility which
+disfigures the movements of a man down on his luck. The stranger tried
+to smile, but the muscles of his face relaxed as he vainly looked for
+some symptoms of amenity on the inexorably indifferent faces of the
+six clerks. Accustomed, no doubt, to gauge men, he very politely
+addressed the gutter-jumper, hoping to get a civil answer from this
+boy of all work.
+
+"Monsieur, is your master at home?"
+
+The pert messenger made no reply, but patted his ear with the fingers
+of his left hand, as much as to say, "I am deaf."
+
+"What do you want, sir?" asked Godeschal, swallowing as he spoke a
+mouthful of bread big enough to charge a four-pounder, flourishing his
+knife and crossing his legs, throwing up one foot in the air to the
+level of his eyes.
+
+"This is the fifth time I have called," replied the victim. "I wish to
+speak to M. Derville."
+
+"On business?"
+
+"Yes, but I can explain it to no one but--"
+
+"M. Derville is in bed; if you wish to consult him on some difficulty,
+he does no serious work till midnight. But if you will lay the case
+before us, we could help you just as well as he can to----"
+
+The stranger was unmoved; he looked timidly about him, like a dog who
+has got into a strange kitchen and expects a kick. By grace of their
+profession, lawyers' clerks have no fear of thieves; they did not
+suspect the owner of the box-coat, and left him to study the place,
+where he looked in vain for a chair to sit on, for he was evidently
+tired. Attorneys, on principle, do not have many chairs in their
+offices. The inferior client, being kept waiting on his feet, goes
+away grumbling, but then he does not waste time, which, as an old
+lawyer once said, is not allowed for when the bill is taxed.
+
+"Monsieur," said the old man, "as I have already told you, I cannot
+explain my business to any one but M. Derville. I will wait till he is
+up."
+
+Boucard had finished his bill. He smelt the fragrance of his
+chocolate, rose from his cane armchair, went to the chimney-piece,
+looked the old man from head to foot, stared at his coat, and made an
+indescribable grimace. He probably reflected that whichever way his
+client might be wrung, it would be impossible to squeeze out a
+centime, so he put in a few brief words to rid the office of a bad
+customer.
+
+"It is the truth, monsieur. The chief only works at night. If your
+business is important, I recommend you to return at one in the
+morning." The stranger looked at the head clerk with a bewildered
+expression, and remained motionless for a moment. The clerks,
+accustomed to every change of countenance, and the odd whimsicalities
+to which indecision or absence of mind gives rise in "parties," went
+on eating, making as much noise with their jaws as horses over a
+manger, and paying no further heed to the old man.
+
+"I will come again to-night," said the stranger at length, with the
+tenacious desire, peculiar to the unfortunate, to catch humanity at
+fault.
+
+The only irony allowed to poverty is to drive Justice and Benevolence
+to unjust denials. When a poor wretch has convicted Society of
+falsehood, he throws himself more eagerly on the mercy of God.
+
+"What do you think of that for a cracked pot?" said Simonnin, without
+waiting till the old man had shut the door.
+
+"He looks as if he had been buried and dug up again," said a clerk.
+
+"He is some colonel who wants his arrears of pay," said the head
+clerk.
+
+"No, he is a retired concierge," said Godeschal.
+
+"I bet you he is a nobleman," cried Boucard.
+
+"I bet you he has been a porter," retorted Godeschal. "Only porters
+are gifted by nature with shabby box-coats, as worn and greasy and
+frayed as that old body's. And did you see his trodden-down boots that
+let the water in, and his stock which serves for a shirt? He has slept
+in a dry arch."
+
+"He may be of noble birth, and yet have pulled the doorlatch," cried
+Desroches. "It has been known!"
+
+"No," Boucard insisted, in the midst of laughter, "I maintain that he
+was a brewer in 1789, and a colonel in the time of the Republic."
+
+"I bet theatre tickets round that he never was a soldier," said
+Godeschal.
+
+"Done with you," answered Boucard.
+
+"Monsieur! Monsieur!" shouted the little messenger, opening the
+window.
+
+"What are you at now, Simonnin?" asked Boucard.
+
+"I am calling him that you may ask him whether he is a colonel or a
+porter; he must know."
+
+All the clerks laughed. As to the old man, he was already coming
+upstairs again.
+
+"What can we say to him?" cried Godeschal.
+
+"Leave it to me," replied Boucard.
+
+The poor man came in nervously, his eyes cast down, perhaps not to
+betray how hungry he was by looking too greedily at the eatables.
+
+"Monsieur," said Boucard, "will you have the kindness to leave your
+name, so that M. Derville may know----"
+
+"Chabert."
+
+"The Colonel who was killed at Eylau?" asked Hure, who, having so far
+said nothing, was jealous of adding a jest to all the others.
+
+"The same, monsieur," replied the good man, with antique simplicity.
+And he went away.
+
+"Whew!"
+
+"Done brown!"
+
+"Poof!"
+
+"Oh!"
+
+"Ah!"
+
+"Boum!"
+
+"The old rogue!"
+
+"Ting-a-ring-ting!"
+
+"Sold again!"
+
+"Monsieur Desroches, you are going to the play without paying," said
+Hure to the fourth clerk, giving him a slap on the shoulder that might
+have killed a rhinoceros.
+
+There was a storm of cat-calls, cries, and exclamations, which all the
+onomatopeia of the language would fail to represent.
+
+"Which theatre shall we go to?"
+
+"To the opera," cried the head clerk.
+
+"In the first place," said Godeschal, "I never mentioned which
+theatre. I might, if I chose, take you to see Madame Saqui."
+
+"Madame Saqui is not the play."
+
+"What is a play?" replied Godeschal. "First, we must define the point
+of fact. What did I bet, gentlemen? A play. What is a play? A
+spectacle. What is a spectacle? Something to be seen--"
+
+"But on that principle you would pay your bet by taking us to see the
+water run under the Pont Neuf!" cried Simonnin, interrupting him.
+
+"To be seen for money," Godeschal added.
+
+"But a great many things are to be seen for money that are not plays.
+The definition is defective," said Desroches.
+
+"But do listen to me!"
+
+"You are talking nonsense, my dear boy," said Boucard.
+
+"Is Curtius' a play?" said Godeschal.
+
+"No," said the head clerk, "it is a collection of figures--but it is a
+spectacle."
+
+"I bet you a hundred francs to a sou," Godeschal resumed, "that
+Curtius' Waxworks forms such a show as might be called a play or
+theatre. It contains a thing to be seen at various prices, according
+to the place you choose to occupy."
+
+"And so on, and so forth!" said Simonnin.
+
+"You mind I don't box your ears!" said Godeschal.
+
+The clerk shrugged their shoulders.
+
+"Besides, it is not proved that that old ape was not making game of
+us," he said, dropping his argument, which was drowned in the laughter
+of the other clerks. "On my honor, Colonel Chabert is really and truly
+dead. His wife is married again to Comte Ferraud, Councillor of State.
+Madame Ferraud is one of our clients."
+
+"Come, the case is remanded till to-morrow," said Boucard. "To work,
+gentlemen. The deuce is in it; we get nothing done here. Finish
+copying that appeal; it must be handed in before the sitting of the
+Fourth Chamber, judgment is to be given to-day. Come, on you go!"
+
+"If he really were Colonel Chabert, would not that impudent rascal
+Simonnin have felt the leather of his boot in the right place when he
+pretended to be deaf?" said Desroches, regarding this remark as more
+conclusive than Godeschal's.
+
+"Since nothing is settled," said Boucard, "let us all agree to go to
+the upper boxes of the Francais and see Talma in 'Nero.' Simonnin may
+go to the pit."
+
+And thereupon the head clerk sat down at his table, and the others
+followed his example.
+
+"/Given in June eighteen hundred and fourteen/ (in words)," said
+Godeschal. "Ready?"
+
+"Yes," replied the two copying-clerks and the engrosser, whose pens
+forthwith began to creak over the stamped paper, making as much noise
+in the office as a hundred cockchafers imprisoned by schoolboys in
+paper cages.
+
+"/And we hope that my lords on the Bench/," the extemporizing clerk
+went on. "Stop! I must read my sentence through again. I do not
+understand it myself."
+
+"Forty-six (that must often happen) and three forty-nines," said
+Boucard.
+
+"/We hope/," Godeschal began again, after reading all through the
+document, "/that my lords on the Bench will not be less magnanimous
+than the august author of the decree, and that they will do justice
+against the miserable claims of the acting committee of the chief
+Board of the Legion of Honor by interpreting the law in the wide sense
+we have here set forth/----"
+
+"Monsieur Godeschal, wouldn't you like a glass of water?" said the
+little messenger.
+
+"That imp of a boy!" said Boucard. "Here, get on your double-soled
+shanks-mare, take this packet, and spin off to the Invalides."
+
+"/Here set forth/," Godeschal went on. "Add /in the interest of Madame
+la Vicomtesse/ (at full length) /de Grandlieu/."
+
+"What!" cried the chief, "are you thinking of drawing up an appeal in
+the case of Vicomtesse de Grandlieu against the Legion of Honor--a
+case for the office to stand or fall by? You are something like an
+ass! Have the goodness to put aside your copies and your notes; you
+may keep all that for the case of Navarreins against the Hospitals. It
+is late. I will draw up a little petition myself, with a due allowance
+of 'inasmuch,' and go to the Courts myself."
+
+This scene is typical of the thousand delights which, when we look
+back on our youth, make us say, "Those were good times."
+
+
+
+At about one in the morning Colonel Chabert, self-styled, knocked at
+the door of Maitre Derville, attorney to the Court of First Instance
+in the Department of the Seine. The porter told him that Monsieur
+Derville had not yet come in. The old man said he had an appointment,
+and was shown upstairs to the rooms occupied by the famous lawyer,
+who, notwithstanding his youth, was considered to have one of the
+longest heads in Paris.
+
+Having rung, the distrustful applicant was not a little astonished at
+finding the head clerk busily arranging in a convenient order on his
+master's dining-room table the papers relating to the cases to be
+tried on the morrow. The clerk, not less astonished, bowed to the
+Colonel and begged him to take a seat, which the client did.
+
+"On my word, monsieur, I thought you were joking yesterday when you
+named such an hour for an interview," said the old man, with the
+forced mirth of a ruined man, who does his best to smile.
+
+"The clerks were joking, but they were speaking the truth too,"
+replied the man, going on with his work. "M. Derville chooses this
+hour for studying his cases, taking stock of their possibilities,
+arranging how to conduct them, deciding on the line of defence. His
+prodigious intellect is freer at this hour--the only time when he can
+have the silence and quiet needed for the conception of good ideas.
+Since he entered the profession, you are the third person to come to
+him for a consultation at this midnight hour. After coming in the
+chief will discuss each case, read everything, spend four or five
+hours perhaps over the business, then he will ring for me and explain
+to me his intentions. In the morning from ten to two he hears what his
+clients have to say, then he spends the rest of his day in
+appointments. In the evening he goes into society to keep up his
+connections. So he has only the night for undermining his cases,
+ransacking the arsenal of the code, and laying his plan of battle. He
+is determined never to lose a case; he loves his art. He will not
+undertake every case, as his brethren do. That is his life, an
+exceptionally active one. And he makes a great deal of money."
+
+As he listened to this explanation, the old man sat silent, and his
+strange face assumed an expression so bereft of intelligence, that the
+clerk, after looking at him, thought no more about him.
+
+A few minutes later Derville came in, in evening dress; his head clerk
+opened the door to him, and went back to finish arranging the papers.
+The young lawyer paused for a moment in amazement on seeing in the dim
+light the strange client who awaited him. Colonel Chabert was as
+absolutely immovable as one of the wax figures in Curtius' collection
+to which Godeschal had proposed to treat his fellow-clerks. This
+quiescence would not have been a subject for astonishment if it had
+not completed the supernatural aspect of the man's whole person. The
+old soldier was dry and lean. His forehead, intentionally hidden under
+a smoothly combed wig, gave him a look of mystery. His eyes seemed
+shrouded in a transparent film; you would have compared them to dingy
+mother-of-pearl with a blue iridescence changing in the gleam of the
+wax lights. His face, pale, livid, and as thin as a knife, if I may
+use such a vulgar expression, was as the face of the dead. Round his
+neck was a tight black silk stock.
+
+Below the dark line of this rag the body was so completely hidden in
+shadow that a man of imagination might have supposed the old head was
+due to some chance play of light and shade, or have taken it for a
+portrait by Rembrandt, without a frame. The brim of the hat which
+covered the old man's brow cast a black line of shadow on the upper
+part of the face. This grotesque effect, though natural, threw into
+relief by contrast the white furrows, the cold wrinkles, the colorless
+tone of the corpse-like countenance. And the absence of all movement
+in the figure, of all fire in the eye, were in harmony with a certain
+look of melancholy madness, and the deteriorating symptoms
+characteristic of senility, giving the face an indescribably
+ill-starred look which no human words could render.
+
+But an observer, especially a lawyer, could also have read in this
+stricken man the signs of deep sorrow, the traces of grief which had
+worn into this face, as drops of water from the sky falling on fine
+marble at last destroy its beauty. A physician, an author, or a judge
+might have discerned a whole drama at the sight of its sublime horror,
+while the least charm was its resemblance to the grotesques which
+artists amuse themselves by sketching on a corner of the lithographic
+stone while chatting with a friend.
+
+On seeing the attorney, the stranger started, with the convulsive
+thrill that comes over a poet when a sudden noise rouses him from a
+fruitful reverie in silence and at night. The old man hastily removed
+his hat and rose to bow to the young man; the leather lining of his
+hat was doubtless very greasy; his wig stuck to it without his
+noticing it, and left his head bare, showing his skull horribly
+disfigured by a scar beginning at the nape of the neck and ending over
+the right eye, a prominent seam all across his head. The sudden
+removal of the dirty wig which the poor man wore to hide this gash
+gave the two lawyers no inclination to laugh, so horrible to behold
+was this riven skull. The first idea suggested by the sight of this
+old wound was, "His intelligence must have escaped through that cut."
+
+"If this is not Colonel Chabert, he is some thorough-going trooper!"
+thought Boucard.
+
+"Monsieur," said Derville, "to whom have I the honor of speaking?"
+
+"To Colonel Chabert."
+
+"Which?"
+
+"He who was killed at Eylau," replied the old man.
+
+On hearing this strange speech, the lawyer and his clerk glanced at
+each other, as much as to say, "He is mad."
+
+"Monsieur," the Colonel went on, "I wish to confide to you the secret
+of my position."
+
+A thing worthy of note is the natural intrepidity of lawyers. Whether
+from the habit of receiving a great many persons, or from the deep
+sense of the protection conferred on them by the law, or from
+confidence in their missions, they enter everywhere, fearing nothing,
+like priests and physicians. Derville signed to Boucard, who vanished.
+
+"During the day, sir," said the attorney, "I am not so miserly of my
+time, but at night every minute is precious. So be brief and concise.
+Go to the facts without digression. I will ask for any explanations I
+may consider necessary. Speak."
+
+Having bid his strange client to be seated, the young man sat down at
+the table; but while he gave his attention to the deceased Colonel, he
+turned over the bundles of papers.
+
+"You know, perhaps," said the dead man, "that I commanded a cavalry
+regiment at Eylau. I was of important service to the success of
+Murat's famous charge which decided the victory. Unhappily for me, my
+death is a historical fact, recorded in /Victoires et Conquetes/,
+where it is related in full detail. We cut through the three Russian
+lines, which at once closed up and formed again, so that we had to
+repeat the movement back again. At the moment when we were nearing the
+Emperor, after having scattered the Russians, I came against a
+squadron of the enemy's cavalry. I rushed at the obstinate brutes. Two
+Russian officers, perfect giants, attacked me both at once. One of
+them gave me a cut across the head that crashed through everything,
+even a black silk cap I wore next my head, and cut deep into the
+skull. I fell from my horse. Murat came up to support me. He rode over
+my body, he and all his men, fifteen hundred of them--there might have
+been more! My death was announced to the Emperor, who as a precaution
+--for he was fond of me, was the master--wished to know if there were
+no hope of saving the man he had to thank for such a vigorous attack.
+He sent two surgeons to identify me and bring me into Hospital,
+saying, perhaps too carelessly, for he was very busy, 'Go and see
+whether by any chance poor Chabert is still alive.' These rascally
+saw-bones, who had just seen me lying under the hoofs of the horses of
+two regiments, no doubt did not trouble themselves to feel my pulse,
+and reported that I was quite dead. The certificate of death was
+probably made out in accordance with the rules of military
+jurisprudence."
+
+As he heard his visitor express himself with complete lucidity, and
+relate a story so probable though so strange, the young lawyer ceased
+fingering the papers, rested his left elbow on the table, and with his
+head on his hand looked steadily at the Colonel.
+
+"Do you know, monsieur, that I am lawyer to the Countess Ferraud," he
+said, interrupting the speaker, "Colonel Chabert's widow?"
+
+"My wife--yes monsieur. Therefore, after a hundred fruitless attempts
+to interest lawyers, who have all thought me mad, I made up my mind to
+come to you. I will tell you of my misfortunes afterwards; for the
+present, allow me to prove the facts, explaining rather how things
+must have fallen out rather than how they did occur. Certain
+circumstances, known, I suppose to no one but the Almighty, compel me
+to speak of some things as hypothetical. The wounds I had received
+must presumably have produced tetanus, or have thrown me into a state
+analogous to that of a disease called, I believe, catalepsy. Otherwise
+how is it conceivable that I should have been stripped, as is the
+custom in time of the war, and thrown into the common grave by the men
+ordered to bury the dead?
+
+"Allow me here to refer to a detail of which I could know nothing till
+after the event, which, after all, I must speak of as my death. At
+Stuttgart, in 1814, I met an old quartermaster of my regiment. This
+dear fellow, the only man who chose to recognize me, and of whom I
+will tell you more later, explained the marvel of my preservation, by
+telling me that my horse was shot in the flank at the moment when I
+was wounded. Man and beast went down together, like a monk cut out of
+card-paper. As I fell, to the right or to the left, I was no doubt
+covered by the body of my horse, which protected me from being
+trampled to death or hit by a ball.
+
+"When I came to myself, monsieur, I was in a position and an
+atmosphere of which I could give you no idea if I talked till
+to-morrow. The little air there was to breathe was foul. I wanted to
+move, and found no room. I opened my eyes, and saw nothing. The most
+alarming circumstance was the lack of air, and this enlightened me as
+to my situation. I understood that no fresh air could penetrate to me,
+and that I must die. This thought took off the sense of intolerable
+pain which had aroused me. There was a violent singing in my ears. I
+heard--or I thought I heard, I will assert nothing--groans from the
+world of dead among whom I was lying. Some nights I still think I hear
+those stifled moans; though the remembrance of that time is very
+obscure, and my memory very indistinct, in spite of my impressions of
+far more acute suffering I was fated to go through, and which have
+confused my ideas.
+
+"But there was something more awful than cries; there was a silence
+such as I have never known elsewhere--literally, the silence of the
+grave. At last, by raising my hands and feeling the dead, I discerned
+a vacant space between my head and the human carrion above. I could
+thus measure the space, granted by a chance of which I knew not the
+cause. It would seem that, thanks to the carelessness and the haste
+with which we had been pitched into the trench, two dead bodies had
+leaned across and against each other, forming an angle like that made
+by two cards when a child is building a card castle. Feeling about me
+at once, for there was no time for play, I happily felt an arm lying
+detached, the arm of a Hercules! A stout bone, to which I owed my
+rescue. But for this unhoped-for help, I must have perished. But with
+a fury you may imagine, I began to work my way through the bodies
+which separated me from the layer of earth which had no doubt been
+thrown over us--I say us, as if there had been others living! I worked
+with a will, monsieur, for here I am! But to this day I do not know
+how I succeeded in getting through the pile of flesh which formed a
+barrier between me and life. You will say I had three arms. This
+crowbar, which I used cleverly enough, opened out a little air between
+the bodies I moved, and I economized my breath. At last I saw
+daylight, but through snow!
+
+"At that moment I perceived that my head was cut open. Happily my
+blood, or that of my comrades, or perhaps the torn skin of my horse,
+who knows, had in coagulating formed a sort of natural plaster. But,
+in spite of it, I fainted away when my head came into contact with the
+snow. However, the little warmth left in me melted the snow about me;
+and when I recovered consciousness, I found myself in the middle of a
+round hole, where I stood shouting as long as I could. But the sun was
+rising, so I had very little chance of being heard. Was there any one
+in the fields yet? I pulled myself up, using my feet as a spring,
+resting on one of the dead, whose ribs were firm. You may suppose that
+this was not the moment for saying, 'Respect courage in misfortune!'
+In short, monsieur, after enduring the anguish, if the word is strong
+enough for my frenzy, of seeing for a long time, yes, quite a long
+time, those cursed Germans flying from a voice they heard where they
+could see no one, I was dug out by a woman, who was brave or curious
+enough to come close to my head, which must have looked as though it
+had sprouted from the ground like a mushroom. This woman went to fetch
+her husband, and between them they got me to their poor hovel.
+
+"It would seem that I must have again fallen into a catalepsy--allow
+me to use the word to describe a state of which I have no idea, but
+which, from the account given by my hosts, I suppose to have been the
+effect of that malady. I remained for six months between life and
+death; not speaking, or, if I spoke, talking in delirium. At last, my
+hosts got me admitted to the hospital at Heilsberg.
+
+"You will understand, Monsieur, that I came out of the womb of the
+grave as naked as I came from my mother's; so that six months
+afterwards, when I remembered, one fine morning, that I had been
+Colonel Chabert, and when, on recovering my wits, I tried to exact
+from my nurse rather more respect than she paid to any poor devil, all
+my companions in the ward began to laugh. Luckily for me, the surgeon,
+out of professional pride, had answered for my cure, and was naturally
+interested in his patient. When I told him coherently about my former
+life, this good man, named Sparchmann, signed a deposition, drawn up
+in the legal form of his country, giving an account of the miraculous
+way in which I had escaped from the trench dug for the dead, the day
+and hour when I had been found by my benefactress and her husband, the
+nature and exact spot of my injuries, adding to these documents a
+description of my person.
+
+"Well, monsieur, I have neither these important pieces of evidence,
+nor the declaration I made before a notary at Heilsberg, with a view
+to establishing my identity. From the day when I was turned out of
+that town by the events of the war, I have wandered about like a
+vagabond, begging my bread, treated as a madman when I have told my
+story, without ever having found or earned a sou to enable me to
+recover the deeds which would prove my statements, and restore me to
+society. My sufferings have often kept me for six months at a time in
+some little town, where every care was taken of the invalid Frenchman,
+but where he was laughed at to his face as soon as he said he was
+Colonel Chabert. For a long time that laughter, those doubts, used to
+put me into rages which did me harm, and which even led to my being
+locked up at Stuttgart as a madman. And indeed, as you may judge from
+my story, there was ample reason for shutting a man up.
+
+"At the end of two years' detention, which I was compelled to submit
+to, after hearing my keepers say a thousand times, 'Here is a poor man
+who thinks he is Colonel Chabert' to people who would reply, 'Poor
+fellow!' I became convinced of the impossibility of my own adventure.
+I grew melancholy, resigned, and quiet, and gave up calling myself
+Colonel Chabert, in order to get out of my prison, and see France once
+more. Oh, monsieur! To see Paris again was a delirium which I----"
+
+Without finishing his sentence, Colonel Chabert fell into a deep
+study, which Derville respected.
+
+"One fine day," his visitor resumed, "one spring day, they gave me the
+key of the fields, as we say, and ten thalers, admitting that I talked
+quite sensibly on all subjects, and no longer called myself Colonel
+Chabert. On my honor, at that time, and even to this day, sometimes I
+hate my name. I wish I were not myself. The sense of my rights kills
+me. If my illness had but deprived me of all memory of my past life, I
+could be happy. I should have entered the service again under any
+name, no matter what, and should, perhaps, have been made
+Field-Marshal in Austria or Russia. Who knows?"
+
+"Monsieur," said the attorney, "you have upset all my ideas. I feel as
+if I heard you in a dream. Pause for a moment, I beg of you."
+
+"You are the only person," said the Colonel, with a melancholy look,
+"who ever listened to me so patiently. No lawyer has been willing to
+lend me ten napoleons to enable me to procure from Germany the
+necessary documents to begin my lawsuit--"
+
+"What lawsuit?" said the attorney, who had forgotten his client's
+painful position in listening to the narrative of his past sufferings.
+
+"Why, monsieur, is not the Comtesse Ferraud my wife? She has thirty
+thousand francs a year, which belong to me, and she will not give me a
+son. When I tell lawyers these things--men of sense; when I propose
+--I, a beggar--to bring action against a Count and Countess; when I--a
+dead man--bring up as against a certificate of death a certificate of
+marriage and registers of births, they show me out, either with the
+air of cold politeness, which you all know how to assume to rid
+yourself of a hapless wretch, or brutally, like men who think they
+have to deal with a swindler or a madman--it depends on their nature.
+I have been buried under the dead; but now I am buried under the
+living, under papers, under facts, under the whole of society, which
+wants to shove me underground again!"
+
+"Pray resume your narrative," said Derville.
+
+"'Pray resume it!'" cried the hapless old man, taking the young
+lawyer's hand. "That is the first polite word I have heard since----"
+
+The Colonel wept. Gratitude choked his voice. The appealing and
+unutterable eloquence that lies in the eyes, in a gesture, even in
+silence, entirely convinced Derville, and touched him deeply.
+
+"Listen, monsieur," said he; "I have this evening won three hundred
+francs at cards. I may very well lay out half that sum in making a man
+happy. I will begin the inquiries and researches necessary to obtain
+the documents of which you speak, and until they arrive I will give
+you five francs a day. If you are Colonel Chabert, you will pardon the
+smallness of the loan as it is coming from a young man who has his
+fortune to make. Proceed."
+
+The Colonel, as he called himself, sat for a moment motionless and
+bewildered; the depth of his woes had no doubt destroyed his powers of
+belief. Though he was eager in pursuit of his military distinction, of
+his fortune, of himself, perhaps it was in obedience to the
+inexplicable feeling, the latent germ in every man's heart, to which
+we owe the experiments of alchemists, the passion for glory, the
+discoveries of astronomy and of physics, everything which prompts man
+to expand his being by multiplying himself through deeds or ideas. In
+his mind the /Ego/ was now but a secondary object, just as the vanity
+of success or the pleasures of winning become dearer to the gambler
+than the object he has at stake. The young lawyer's words were as a
+miracle to this man, for ten years repudiated by his wife, by justice,
+by the whole social creation. To find in a lawyer's office the ten
+gold pieces which had so long been refused him by so many people, and
+in so many ways! The colonel was like the lady who, having been ill of
+a fever for fifteen years, fancied she had some fresh complaint when
+she was cured. There are joys in which we have ceased to believe; they
+fall on us, it is like a thunderbolt; they burn us. The poor man's
+gratitude was too great to find utterance. To superficial observers he
+seemed cold, but Derville saw complete honesty under this amazement. A
+swindler would have found his voice.
+
+"Where was I?" said the Colonel, with the simplicity of a child or of
+a soldier, for there is often something of the child in a true
+soldier, and almost always something of the soldier in a child,
+especially in France.
+
+"At Stuttgart. You were out of prison," said Derville.
+
+"You know my wife?" asked the Colonel.
+
+"Yes," said Derville, with a bow.
+
+"What is she like?"
+
+"Still quite charming."
+
+The old man held up his hand, and seemed to be swallowing down some
+secret anguish with the grave and solemn resignation that is
+characteristic of men who have stood the ordeal of blood and fire on
+the battlefield.
+
+"Monsieur," said he, with a sort of cheerfulness--for he breathed
+again, the poor Colonel; he had again risen from the grave; he had
+just melted a covering of snow less easily thawed than that which had
+once before frozen his head; and he drew a deep breath, as if he had
+just escaped from a dungeon--"Monsieur, if I had been a handsome young
+fellow, none of my misfortunes would have befallen me. Women believe
+in men when they flavor their speeches with the word Love. They hurry
+then, they come, they go, they are everywhere at once; they intrigue,
+they assert facts, they play the very devil for a man who takes their
+fancy. But how could I interest a woman? I had a face like a Requiem.
+I was dressed like a /sans-culotte/. I was more like an Esquimaux than
+a Frenchman--I, who had formerly been considered one of the smartest
+of fops in 1799!--I, Chabert, Count of the Empire.
+
+"Well, on the very day when I was turned out into the streets like a
+dog, I met the quartermaster of whom I just now spoke. This old
+soldier's name was Boutin. The poor devil and I made the queerest pair
+of broken-down hacks I ever set eyes on. I met him out walking; but
+though I recognized him, he could not possibly guess who I was. We
+went into a tavern together. In there, when I told him my name,
+Boutin's mouth opened from ear to ear in a roar of laughter, like the
+bursting of a mortar. That mirth, monsieur, was one of the keenest
+pangs I have known. It told me without disguise how great were the
+changes in me! I was, then, unrecognizable even to the humblest and
+most grateful of my former friends!
+
+"I had once saved Boutin's life, but it was only the repayment of a
+debt I owed him. I need not tell you how he did me this service; it
+was at Ravenna, in Italy. The house where Boutin prevented my being
+stabbed was not extremely respectable. At that time I was not a
+colonel, but, like Boutin himself, a common trooper. Happily there
+were certain details of this adventure which could be known only to us
+two, and when I recalled them to his mind his incredulity diminished.
+I then told him the story of my singular experiences. Although my eyes
+and my voice, he told me, were strangely altered, although I had
+neither hair, teeth, nor eyebrows, and was as colorless as an Albino,
+he at last recognized his Colonel in the beggar, after a thousand
+questions, which I answered triumphantly.
+
+"He related his adventures; they were not less extraordinary than my
+own; he had lately come back from the frontiers of China, which he had
+tried to cross after escaping from Siberia. He told me of the
+catastrophe of the Russian campaign, and of Napoleon's first
+abdication. That news was one of the things which caused me most
+anguish!
+
+"We were two curious derelicts, having been rolled over the globe as
+pebbles are rolled by the ocean when storms bear them from shore to
+shore. Between us we had seen Egypt, Syria, Spain, Russia, Holland,
+Germany, Italy and Dalmatia, England, China, Tartary, Siberia; the
+only thing wanting was that neither of us had been to America or the
+Indies. Finally, Boutin, who still was more locomotive than I,
+undertook to go to Paris as quickly as might be to inform my wife of
+the predicament in which I was. I wrote a long letter full of details
+to Madame Chabert. That, monsieur, was the fourth! If I had had any
+relations, perhaps nothing of all this might have happened; but, to be
+frank with you, I am but a workhouse child, a soldier, whose sole
+fortune was his courage, whose sole family is mankind at large, whose
+country is France, whose only protector is the Almighty.--Nay, I am
+wrong! I had a father--the Emperor! Ah! if he were but here, the dear
+man! If he could see /his Chabert/, as he used to call me, in the
+state in which I am now, he would be in a rage! What is to be done?
+Our sun is set, and we are all out in the cold now. After all,
+political events might account for my wife's silence!
+
+"Boutin set out. He was a lucky fellow! He had two bears, admirably
+trained, which brought him in a living. I could not go with him; the
+pain I suffered forbade my walking long stages. I wept, monsieur, when
+we parted, after I had gone as far as my state allowed in company with
+him and his bears. At Carlsruhe I had an attack of neuralgia in the
+head, and lay for six weeks on straw in an inn. I should never have
+ended if I were to tell you all the distresses of my life as a beggar.
+Moral suffering, before which physical suffering pales, nevertheless
+excites less pity, because it is not seen. I remember shedding tears,
+as I stood in front of a fine house in Strassburg where once I had
+given an entertainment, and where nothing was given me, not even a
+piece of bread. Having agreed with Boutin on the road I was to take, I
+went to every post-office to ask if there were a letter or some money
+for me. I arrived at Paris without having found either. What despair I
+had been forced to endure! 'Boutin must be dead! I told myself, and in
+fact the poor fellow was killed at Waterloo. I heard of his death
+later, and by mere chance. His errand to my wife had, of course, been
+fruitless.
+
+"At last I entered Paris--with the Cossacks. To me this was grief on
+grief. On seeing the Russians in France, I quite forgot that I had no
+shoes on my feet nor money in my pocket. Yes, monsieur, my clothes
+were in tatters. The evening before I reached Paris I was obliged to
+bivouac in the woods of Claye. The chill of the night air no doubt
+brought on an attack of some nameless complaint which seized me as I
+was crossing the Faubourg Saint-Martin. I dropped almost senseless at
+the door of an ironmonger's shop. When I recovered I was in a bed in
+the Hotel-Dieu. There I stayed very contentedly for about a month. I
+was then turned out; I had no money, but I was well, and my feet were
+on the good stones of Paris. With what delight and haste did I make my
+way to the Rue du Mont-Blanc, where my wife should be living in a
+house belonging to me! Bah! the Rue du Mont-Blanc was now the Rue de
+la Chausee d'Antin; I could not find my house; it had been sold and
+pulled down. Speculators had built several houses over my gardens. Not
+knowing that my wife had married M. Ferraud, I could obtain no
+information.
+
+"At last I went to the house of an old lawyer who had been in charge
+of my affairs. This worthy man was dead, after selling his connection
+to a younger man. This gentleman informed me, to my great surprise, of
+the administration of my estate, the settlement of the moneys, of my
+wife's marriage, and the birth of her two children. When I told him
+that I was Colonel Chabert, he laughed so heartily that I left him
+without saying another word. My detention at Stuttgart had suggested
+possibilities of Charenton, and I determined to act with caution.
+Then, monsieur, knowing where my wife lived, I went to her house, my
+heart high with hope.--Well," said the Colonel, with a gesture of
+concentrated fury, "when I called under an assumed name I was not
+admitted, and on the day when I used my own I was turned out of doors.
+
+"To see the Countess come home from a ball or the play in the early
+morning, I have sat whole nights through, crouching close to the wall
+of her gateway. My eyes pierced the depths of the carriage, which
+flashed past me with the swiftness of lightning, and I caught a
+glimpse of the woman who is my wife and no longer mine. Oh, from that
+day I have lived for vengeance!" cried the old man in a hollow voice,
+and suddenly standing up in front of Derville. "She knows that I am
+alive; since my return she has had two letters written with my own
+hand. She loves me no more!--I--I know not whether I love or hate her.
+I long for her and curse her by turns. To me she owes all her fortune,
+all her happiness; well, she has not sent me the very smallest
+pittance. Sometimes I do not know what will become of me!"
+
+With these words the veteran dropped on to his chair again and
+remained motionless. Derville sat in silence, studying his client.
+
+"It is a serious business," he said at length, mechanically. "Even
+granting the genuineness of the documents to be procured from
+Heilsberg, it is not proved to me that we can at once win our case. It
+must go before three tribunals in succession. I must think such a
+matter over with a clear head; it is quite exceptional."
+
+"Oh," said the Colonel, coldly, with a haughty jerk of his head, "if I
+fail, I can die--but not alone."
+
+The feeble old man had vanished. The eyes were those of a man of
+energy, lighted up with the spark of desire and revenge.
+
+"We must perhaps compromise," said the lawyer.
+
+"Compromise!" echoed Colonel Chabert. "Am I dead, or am I alive?"
+
+"I hope, monsieur," the attorney went on, "that you will follow my
+advice. Your cause is mine. You will soon perceive the interest I take
+in your situation, almost unexampled in judicial records. For the
+moment I will give you a letter to my notary, who will pay to your
+order fifty francs every ten days. It would be unbecoming for you to
+come here to receive alms. If you are Colonel Chabert, you ought to be
+at no man's mercy. I shall record these advances as a loan; you have
+estates to recover; you are rich."
+
+This delicate compassion brought tears to the old man's eyes. Derville
+rose hastily, for it was perhaps not correct for a lawyer to show
+emotion; he went into the adjoining room, and came back with an
+unsealed letter, which he gave to the Colonel. When the poor man held
+it in his hand, he felt through the paper two gold pieces.
+
+"Will you be good enough to describe the documents, and tell me the
+name of the town, and in what kingdom?" said the lawyer.
+
+The Colonel dictated the information, and verified the spelling of the
+names of places; then he took his hat in one hand, looked at Derville,
+and held out the other--a horny hand, saying with much simplicity:
+
+"On my honor, sir, after the Emperor, you are the man to whom I shall
+owe most. You are a splendid fellow!"
+
+The attorney clapped his hand into the Colonel's, saw him to the
+stairs, and held a light for him.
+
+"Boucard," said Derville to his head clerk, "I have just listened to a
+tale that may cost me five and twenty louis. If I am robbed, I shall
+not regret the money, for I shall have seen the most consummate actor
+of the day."
+
+When the Colonel was in the street and close to a lamp, he took the
+two twenty-franc pieces out of the letter and looked at them for a
+moment under the light. It was the first gold he had seen for nine
+years.
+
+"I may smoke cigars!" he said to himself.
+
+
+
+About three months after this interview, at night, in Derville's room,
+the notary commissioned to advance the half-pay on Derville's account
+to his eccentric client, came to consult the attorney on a serious
+matter, and began by begging him to refund the six hundred francs that
+the old soldier had received.
+
+"Are you amusing yourself with pensioning the old army?" said the
+notary, laughing--a young man named Crottat, who had just bought up
+the office in which he had been head clerk, his chief having fled in
+consequence of a disastrous bankruptcy.
+
+"I have to thank you, my dear sir, for reminding me of that affair,"
+replied Derville. "My philanthropy will not carry me beyond
+twenty-five louis; I have, I fear, already been the dupe of my patriotism."
+
+As Derville finished the sentence, he saw on his desk the papers his
+head clerk had laid out for him. His eye was struck by the appearance
+of the stamps--long, square, and triangular, in red and blue ink,
+which distinguished a letter that had come through the Prussian,
+Austrian, Bavarian, and French post-offices.
+
+"Ah ha!" said he with a laugh, "here is the last act of the comedy;
+now we shall see if I have been taken in!"
+
+He took up the letter and opened it; but he could not read it; it was
+written in German.
+
+"Boucard, go yourself and have this letter translated, and bring it
+back immediately," said Derville, half opening his study door, and
+giving the letter to the head clerk.
+
+The notary at Berlin, to whom the lawyer had written, informed him
+that the documents he had been requested to forward would arrive
+within a few days of this note announcing them. They were, he said,
+all perfectly regular and duly witnessed, and legally stamped to serve
+as evidence in law. He also informed him that almost all the witnesses
+to the facts recorded under these affidavits were still to be found at
+Eylau, in Prussia, and that the woman to whom M. le Comte Chabert owed
+his life was still living in a suburb of Heilsberg.
+
+"This looks like business," cried Derville, when Boucard had given him
+the substance of the letter. "But look here, my boy," he went on,
+addressing the notary, "I shall want some information which ought to
+exist in your office. Was it not that old rascal Roguin--?"
+
+"We will say that unfortunate, that ill-used Roguin," interrupted
+Alexandre Crottat with a laugh.
+
+"Well, was it not that ill-used man who has just carried off eight
+hundred thousand francs of his clients' money, and reduced several
+families to despair, who effected the settlement of Chabert's estate?
+I fancy I have seen that in the documents in our case of Ferraud."
+
+"Yes," said Crottat. "It was when I was third clerk; I copied the
+papers and studied them thoroughly. Rose Chapotel, wife and widow of
+Hyacinthe, called Chabert, Count of the Empire, grand officer of the
+Legion of Honor. They had married without settlement; thus, they held
+all the property in common. To the best of my recollections, the
+personalty was about six hundred thousand francs. Before his marriage,
+Colonel Chabert had made a will in favor of the hospitals of Paris, by
+which he left them one-quarter of the fortune he might possess at the
+time of his decease, the State to take the other quarter. The will was
+contested, there was a forced sale, and then a division, for the
+attorneys went at a pace. At the time of the settlement the monster
+who was then governing France handed over to the widow, by special
+decree, the portion bequeathed to the treasury."
+
+"So that Comte Chabert's personal fortune was no more than three
+hundred thousand francs?"
+
+"Consequently so it was, old fellow!" said Crottat. "You lawyers
+sometimes are very clear-headed, though you are accused of false
+practices in pleading for one side or the other."
+
+Colonel Chabert, whose address was written at the bottom of the first
+receipt he had given the notary, was lodging in the Faubourg
+Saint-Marceau, Rue du Petit-Banquier, with an old quartermaster of the
+Imperial Guard, now a cowkeeper, named Vergniaud. Having reached the
+spot, Derville was obliged to go on foot in search of his client, for
+his coachman declined to drive along an unpaved street, where the ruts
+were rather too deep for cab wheels. Looking about him on all sides,
+the lawyer at last discovered at the end of the street nearest to the
+boulevard, between two walls built of bones and mud, two shabby stone
+gate-posts, much knocked about by carts, in spite of two wooden stumps
+that served as blocks. These posts supported a cross beam with a
+penthouse coping of tiles, and on the beam, in red letters, were the
+words, "Vergniaud, dairyman." To the right of this inscription were
+some eggs, to the left a cow, all painted in white. The gate was open,
+and no doubt remained open all day. Beyond a good-sized yard there was
+a house facing the gate, if indeed the name of house may be applied to
+one of the hovels built in the neighborhood of Paris, which are like
+nothing else, not even the most wretched dwellings in the country, of
+which they have all the poverty without their poetry.
+
+Indeed, in the midst of the fields, even a hovel may have a certain
+grace derived from the pure air, the verdure, the open country--a
+hill, a serpentine road, vineyards, quickset hedges, moss-grown thatch
+and rural implements; but poverty in Paris gains dignity only by
+horror. Though recently built, this house seemed ready to fall into
+ruins. None of its materials had found a legitimate use; they had been
+collected from the various demolitions which are going on every day in
+Paris. On a shutter made of the boards of a shop-sign Derville read
+the words, "Fancy Goods." The windows were all mismatched and
+grotesquely placed. The ground floor, which seemed to be the habitable
+part, was on one side raised above the soil, and on the other sunk in
+the rising ground. Between the gate and the house lay a puddle full of
+stable litter, into which flowed the rain-water and house waste. The
+back wall of this frail construction, which seemed rather more solidly
+built than the rest, supported a row of barred hutches, where rabbits
+bred their numerous families. To the right of the gate was the
+cowhouse, with a loft above for fodder; it communicated with the house
+through the dairy. To the left was a poultry yard, with a stable and
+pig-styes, the roofs finished, like that of the house, with rough deal
+boards nailed so as to overlap, and shabbily thatched with rushes.
+
+Like most of the places where the elements of the huge meal daily
+devoured by Paris are every day prepared, the yard Derville now
+entered showed traces of the hurry that comes of the necessity for
+being ready at a fixed hour. The large pot-bellied tin cans in which
+milk is carried, and the little pots for cream, were flung pell-mell
+at the dairy door, with their linen-covered stoppers. The rags that
+were used to clean them, fluttered in the sunshine, riddled with
+holes, hanging to strings fastened to poles. The placid horse, of a
+breed known only to milk-women, had gone a few steps from the cart,
+and was standing in front of the stable, the door being shut. A goat
+was munching the shoots of a starved and dusty vine that clung to the
+cracked yellow wall of the house. A cat, squatting on the cream jars,
+was licking them over. The fowls, scared by Derville's approach,
+scuttered away screaming, and the watch-dog barked.
+
+"And the man who decided the victory at Eylau is to be found here!"
+said Derville to himself, as his eyes took in at a glance the general
+effect of the squalid scene.
+
+The house had been left in charge of three little boys. One, who had
+climbed to the top of the cart loaded with hay, was pitching stones
+into the chimney of a neighboring house, in the hope that they might
+fall into a saucepan; another was trying to get a pig into a cart, to
+hoist it by making the whole thing tilt. When Derville asked them if
+M. Chabert lived there, neither of them replied, but all three looked
+at him with a sort of bright stupidity, if I may combine those two
+words. Derville repeated his questions, but without success. Provoked
+by the saucy cunning of these three imps, he abused them with the sort
+of pleasantry which young men think they have the right to address to
+little boys, and they broke the silence with a horse-laugh. Then
+Derville was angry.
+
+The Colonel, hearing him, now came out of the little low room, close
+to the dairy, and stood on the threshold of his doorway with
+indescribable military coolness. He had in his mouth a very
+finely-colored pipe--a technical phrase to a smoker--a humble, short
+clay pipe of the kind called "/brule-queule/." He lifted the peak of
+a dreadfully greasy cloth cap, saw Derville, and came straight across
+the midden to join his benefactor the sooner, calling out in friendly
+tones to the boys:
+
+"Silence in the ranks!"
+
+The children at once kept a respectful silence, which showed the power
+the old soldier had over them.
+
+"Why did you not write to me?" he said to Derville. "Go along by the
+cowhouse! There--the path is paved there," he exclaimed, seeing the
+lawyer's hesitancy, for he did not wish to wet his feet in the manure
+heap.
+
+Jumping from one dry spot to another, Derville reached the door by
+which the Colonel had come out. Chabert seemed but ill pleased at
+having to receive him in the bed-room he occupied; and, in fact,
+Derville found but one chair there. The Colonel's bed consisted of
+some trusses of straw, over which his hostess had spread two or three
+of those old fragments of carpet, picked up heaven knows where, which
+milk-women use to cover the seats of their carts. The floor was simply
+the trodden earth. The walls, sweating salt-petre, green with mould,
+and full of cracks, were so excessively damp that on the side where
+the Colonel's bed was a reed mat had been nailed. The famous box-coat
+hung on a nail. Two pairs of old boots lay in a corner. There was not
+a sign of linen. On the worm-eaten table the /Bulletins de la Grande
+Armee/, reprinted by Plancher, lay open, and seemed to be the
+Colonel's reading; his countenance was calm and serene in the midst of
+this squalor. His visit to Derville seemed to have altered his
+features; the lawyer perceived in them traces of a happy feeling, a
+particular gleam set there by hope.
+
+"Does the smell of the pipe annoy you?" he said, placing the
+dilapidated straw-bottomed chair for his lawyer.
+
+"But, Colonel, you are dreadfully uncomfortable here!"
+
+The speech was wrung from Derville by the distrust natural to lawyers,
+and the deplorable experience which they derive early in life from the
+appalling and obscure tragedies at which they look on.
+
+"Here," said he to himself, "is a man who has of course spent my money
+in satisfying a trooper's three theological virtues--play, wine, and
+women!"
+
+"To be sure, monsieur, we are not distinguished for luxury here. It is
+a camp lodging, tempered by friendship, but----" And the soldier shot
+a deep glance at the man of law--"I have done no one wrong, I have
+never turned my back on anybody, and I sleep in peace."
+
+Derville reflected that there would be some want of delicacy in asking
+his client to account for the sums of money he had advanced, so he
+merely said:
+
+"But why would you not come to Paris, where you might have lived as
+cheaply as you do here, but where you would have been better lodged?"
+
+"Why," replied the Colonel, "the good folks with whom I am living had
+taken me in and fed me /gratis/ for a year. How could I leave them
+just when I had a little money? Besides, the father of those three
+pickles is an old /Egyptian/--"
+
+"An Egyptian!"
+
+"We give that name to the troopers who came back from the expedition
+into Egypt, of which I was one. Not merely are all who get back
+brothers; Vergniaud was in my regiment. We have shared a draught of
+water in the desert; and besides, I have not yet finished teaching his
+brats to read."
+
+"He might have lodged you better for your money," said Derville.
+
+"Bah!" said the Colonel, "his children sleep on the straw as I do. He
+and his wife have no better bed; they are very poor you see. They have
+taken a bigger business than they can manage. But if I recover my
+fortune . . . However, it does very well."
+
+"Colonel, to-morrow or the next day, I shall receive your papers from
+Heilsberg. The woman who dug you out is still alive!"
+
+"Curse the money! To think I haven't got any!" he cried, flinging his
+pipe on the ground.
+
+Now, a well-colored pipe is to a smoker a precious possession; but the
+impulse was so natural, the emotion so generous, that every smoker,
+and the excise office itself, would have pardoned this crime of
+treason to tobacco. Perhaps the angels may have picked up the pieces.
+
+"Colonel, it is an exceedingly complicated business," said Derville as
+they left the room to walk up and down in the sunshine.
+
+"To me," said the soldier, "it appears exceedingly simple. I was
+thought to be dead, and here I am! Give me back my wife and my
+fortune; give me the rank of General, to which I have a right, for I
+was made Colonel of the Imperial Guard the day before the battle of
+Eylau."
+
+"Things are not done so in the legal world," said Derville. "Listen to
+me. You are Colonel Chabert, I am glad to think it; but it has to be
+proved judicially to persons whose interest it will be to deny it.
+Hence, your papers will be disputed. That contention will give rise to
+ten or twelve preliminary inquiries. Every question will be sent under
+contradiction up to the supreme court, and give rise to so many costly
+suits, which will hang on for a long time, however eagerly I may push
+them. Your opponents will demand an inquiry, which we cannot refuse,
+and which may necessitate the sending of a commission of investigation
+to Prussia. But even if we hope for the best; supposing that justice
+should at once recognize you as Colonel Chabert--can we know how the
+questions will be settled that will arise out of the very innocent
+bigamy committed by the Comtesse Ferraud?
+
+"In your case, the point of law is unknown to the Code, and can only
+be decided as a point in equity, as a jury decides in the delicate
+cases presented by the social eccentricities of some criminal
+prosecutions. Now, you had no children by your marriage; M. le Comte
+Ferraud has two. The judges might pronounce against the marriage where
+the family ties are weakest, to the confirmation of that where they
+are stronger, since it was contracted in perfect good faith. Would you
+be in a very becoming moral position if you insisted, at your age, and
+in your present circumstances, in resuming your rights over a woman
+who no longer loves you? You will have both your wife and her husband
+against you, two important persons who might influence the Bench.
+Thus, there are many elements which would prolong the case; you will
+have time to grow old in the bitterest regrets."
+
+"And my fortune?"
+
+"Do you suppose you had a fine fortune?"
+
+"Had I not thirty thousand francs a year?"
+
+"My dear Colonel, in 1799 you made a will before your marriage,
+leaving one-quarter of your property to hospitals."
+
+"That is true."
+
+"Well, when you were reported dead, it was necessary to make a
+valuation, and have a sale, to give this quarter away. Your wife was
+not particular about honesty as to the poor. The valuation, in which
+she no doubt took care not to include the ready money or jewelry, or
+too much of the plate, and in which the furniture would be estimated
+at two-thirds of its actual cost, either to benefit her, or to lighten
+the succession duty, and also because a valuer can be held responsible
+for the declared value--the valuation thus made stood at six hundred
+thousand francs. Your wife had a right of half for her share.
+Everything was sold and bought in by her; she got something out of it
+all, and the hospitals got their seventy-five thousand francs. Then,
+as the remainder went to the State, since you had made no mention of
+your wife in your will, the Emperor restored to your widow by decree
+the residue which would have reverted to the Exchequer. So, now, what
+can you claim? Three hundred thousand francs, no more, and minus the
+costs."
+
+"And you call that justice!" said the Colonel, in dismay.
+
+"Why, certainly--"
+
+"A pretty kind of justice!"
+
+"So it is, my dear Colonel. You see, that what you thought so easy is
+not so. Madame Ferraud might even choose to keep the sum given to her
+by the Emperor."
+
+"But she was not a widow. The decree is utterly void----"
+
+"I agree with you. But every case can get a hearing. Listen to me. I
+think that under these circumstances a compromise would be both for
+her and for you the best solution of the question. You will gain by it
+a more considerable sum than you can prove a right to."
+
+"That would be to sell my wife!"
+
+"With twenty-four thousand francs a year you could find a woman who,
+in the position in which you are, would suit you better than your own
+wife, and make you happier. I propose going this very day to see the
+Comtesse Ferraud and sounding the ground; but I would not take such a
+step without giving you due notice."
+
+"Let us go together."
+
+"What, just as you are?" said the lawyer. "No, my dear Colonel, no.
+You might lose your case on the spot."
+
+"Can I possibly gain it?"
+
+"On every count," replied Derville. "But, my dear Colonel Chabert, you
+overlook one thing. I am not rich; the price of my connection is not
+wholly paid up. If the bench should allow you a maintenance, that is
+to say, a sum advanced on your prospects, they will not do so till you
+have proved that you are Comte Chabert, grand officer of the Legion of
+Honor."
+
+"To be sure, I am a grand officer of the Legion of Honor; I had
+forgotten that," said he simply.
+
+"Well, until then," Derville went on, "will you not have to engage
+pleaders, to have documents copied, to keep the underlings of the law
+going, and to support yourself? The expenses of the preliminary
+inquiries will, at a rough guess, amount to ten or twelve thousand
+francs. I have not so much to lend you--I am crushed as it is by the
+enormous interest I have to pay on the money I borrowed to buy my
+business; and you?--Where can you find it."
+
+Large tears gathered in the poor veteran's faded eyes, and rolled down
+his withered cheeks. This outlook of difficulties discouraged him. The
+social and the legal world weighed on his breast like a nightmare.
+
+"I will go to the foot of the Vendome column!" he cried. "I will call
+out: 'I am Colonel Chabert who rode through the Russian square at
+Eylau!'--The statue--he--he will know me."
+
+"And you will find yourself in Charenton."
+
+At this terrible name the soldier's transports collapsed.
+
+"And will there be no hope for me at the Ministry of War?"
+
+"The war office!" said Derville. "Well, go there; but take a formal
+legal opinion with you, nullifying the certificate of your death. The
+government offices would be only too glad if they could annihilate the
+men of the Empire."
+
+The Colonel stood for a while, speechless, motionless, his eyes fixed,
+but seeing nothing, sunk in bottomless despair. Military justice is
+ready and swift; it decides with Turk-like finality, and almost always
+rightly. This was the only justice known to Chabert. As he saw the
+labyrinth of difficulties into which he must plunge, and how much
+money would be required for the journey, the poor old soldier was
+mortally hit in that power peculiar to man, and called the Will. He
+thought it would be impossible to live as party to a lawsuit; it
+seemed a thousand times simpler to remain poor and a beggar, or to
+enlist as a trooper if any regiment would pass him.
+
+His physical and mental sufferings had already impaired his bodily
+health in some of the most important organs. He was on the verge of
+one of those maladies for which medicine has no name, and of which the
+seat is in some degree variable, like the nervous system itself, the
+part most frequently attacked of the whole human machine, a malady
+which may be designated as the heart-sickness of the unfortunate.
+However serious this invisible but real disorder might already be, it
+could still be cured by a happy issue. But a fresh obstacle, an
+unexpected incident, would be enough to wreck this vigorous
+constitution, to break the weakened springs, and produce the
+hesitancy, the aimless, unfinished movements, which physiologists know
+well in men undermined by grief.
+
+Derville, detecting in his client the symptoms of extreme dejection,
+said to him:
+
+"Take courage; the end of the business cannot fail to be in your
+favor. Only, consider whether you can give me your whole confidence
+and blindly accept the result I may think best for your interests."
+
+"Do what you will," said Chabert.
+
+"Yes, but you surrender yourself to me like a man marching to his
+death."
+
+"Must I not be left to live without a position, without a name? Is
+that endurable?"
+
+"That is not my view of it," said the lawyer. "We will try a friendly
+suit, to annul both your death certificate and your marriage, so as to
+put you in possession of your rights. You may even, by Comte Ferraud's
+intervention, have your name replaced on the army list as general, and
+no doubt you will get a pension."
+
+"Well, proceed then," said Chabert. "I put myself entirely in your
+hands."
+
+"I will send you a power of attorney to sign," said Derville.
+"Good-bye. Keep up your courage. If you want money, rely on me."
+
+Chabert warmly wrung the lawyer's hand, and remained standing with his
+back against the wall, not having the energy to follow him excepting
+with his eyes. Like all men who know but little of legal matters, he
+was frightened by this unforeseen struggle.
+
+During their interview, several times, the figure of a man posted in
+the street had come forward from behind one of the gate-pillars,
+watching for Derville to depart, and he now accosted the lawyer. He
+was an old man, wearing a blue waistcoat and a white-pleated kilt,
+like a brewer's; on his head was an otter-skin cap. His face was
+tanned, hollow-cheeked, and wrinkled, but ruddy on the cheek-bones by
+hard work and exposure to the open air.
+
+"Asking your pardon, sir," said he, taking Derville by the arm, "if I
+take the liberty of speaking to you. But I fancied, from the look of
+you, that you were a friend of our General's."
+
+"And what then?" replied Derville. "What concern have you with him?
+--But who are you?" said the cautious lawyer.
+
+"I am Louis Vergniaud," he replied at once. "I have a few words to say
+to you."
+
+"So you are the man who has lodged Comte Chabert as I have found him?"
+
+"Asking your pardon, sir, he has the best room. I would have given him
+mine if I had had but one; I could have slept in the stable. A man who
+has suffered as he has, who teaches my kids to read, a general, an
+Egyptian, the first lieutenant I ever served under--What do you think?
+--Of us all, he is best served. I shared what I had with him.
+Unfortunately, it is not much to boast of--bread, milk, eggs. Well,
+well; it's neighbors' fare, sir. And he is heartily welcome.--But he
+has hurt our feelings."
+
+"He?"
+
+"Yes, sir, hurt our feelings. To be plain with you, I have taken a
+larger business than I can manage, and he saw it. Well, it worried
+him; he must needs mind the horse! I says to him, 'Really,
+General----' 'Bah!' says he, 'I am not going to eat my head off doing
+nothing. I learned to rub a horse down many a year ago.'--I had some
+bills out for the purchase money of my dairy--a fellow named Grados
+--Do you know him, sir?"
+
+"But, my good man, I have not time to listen to your story. Only tell
+me how the Colonel offended you."
+
+"He hurt our feelings, sir, as sure as my name is Louis Vergniaud, and
+my wife cried about it. He heard from our neighbors that we had not a
+sou to begin to meet the bills with. The old soldier, as he is, he
+saved up all you gave him, he watched for the bill to come in, and he
+paid it. Such a trick! While my wife and me, we knew he had no
+tobacco, poor old boy, and went without.--Oh! now--yes, he has his
+cigar every morning! I would sell my soul for it--No, we are hurt.
+Well, so I wanted to ask you--for he said you were a good sort--to
+lend us a hundred crowns on the stock, so that we may get him some
+clothes, and furnish his room. He thought he was getting us out of
+debt, you see? Well, it's just the other way; the old man is running
+us into debt--and hurt our feelings!--He ought not to have stolen a
+march on us like that. And we his friends, too!--On my word as an
+honest man, as sure as my name is Louis Vergniaud, I would sooner sell
+up and enlist than fail to pay you back your money----"
+
+Derville looked at the dairyman, and stepped back a few paces to
+glance at the house, the yard, the manure-pool, the cowhouse, the
+rabbits, the children.
+
+"On my honor, I believe it is characteristic of virtue to have nothing
+to do with riches!" thought he.
+
+"All right, you shall have your hundred crowns, and more. But I shall
+not give them to you; the Colonel will be rich enough to help, and I
+will not deprive him of the pleasure."
+
+"And will that be soon?"
+
+"Why, yes."
+
+"Ah, dear God! how glad my wife will be!" and the cowkeeper's tanned
+face seemed to expand.
+
+"Now," said Derville to himself, as he got into his cab again, "let us
+call on our opponent. We must not show our hand, but try to see hers,
+and win the game at one stroke. She must be frightened. She is a
+woman. Now, what frightens women most? A woman is afraid of nothing
+but . . ."
+
+And he set to work to study the Countess' position, falling into one
+of those brown studies to which great politicians give themselves up
+when concocting their own plans and trying to guess the secrets of a
+hostile Cabinet. Are not attorneys, in a way, statesmen in charge of
+private affairs?
+
+But a brief survey of the situation in which the Comte Ferraud and his
+wife now found themselves is necessary for a comprehension of the
+lawyer's cleverness.
+
+Monsieur le Comte Ferraud was the only son of a former Councillor in
+the old /Parlement/ of Paris, who had emigrated during the Reign of
+Terror, and so, though he saved his head, lost his fortune. He came
+back under the Consulate, and remained persistently faithful to the
+cause of Louis XVIII., in whose circle his father had moved before the
+Revolution. He thus was one of the party in the Faubourg Saint-Germain
+which nobly stood out against Napoleon's blandishments. The reputation
+for capacity gained by the young Count--then simply called Monsieur
+Ferraud--made him the object of the Emperor's advances, for he was
+often as well pleased at his conquests among the aristocracy as at
+gaining a battle. The Count was promised the restitution of his title,
+of such of his estates as had not been sold, and he was shown in
+perspective a place in the ministry or as senator.
+
+The Emperor fell.
+
+At the time of Comte Chabert's death, M. Ferraud was a young man of
+six-and-twenty, without a fortune, of pleasing appearance, who had had
+his successes, and whom the Faubourg Saint-Germain had adopted as
+doing it credit; but Madame la Comtesse Chabert had managed to turn
+her share of her husband's fortune to such good account that, after
+eighteen months of widowhood, she had about forty thousand francs a
+year. Her marriage to the young Count was not regarded as news in the
+circles of the Faubourg Saint-Germain. Napoleon, approving of this
+union, which carried out his idea of fusion, restored to Madame
+Chabert the money falling to the Exchequer under her husband's will;
+but Napoleon's hopes were again disappointed. Madame Ferraud was not
+only in love with her lover; she had also been fascinated by the
+notion of getting into the haughty society which, in spite of its
+humiliation, was still predominant at the Imperial Court. By this
+marriage all her vanities were as much gratified as her passions. She
+was to become a real fine lady. When the Faubourg Saint-Germain
+understood that the young Count's marriage did not mean desertion, its
+drawing-rooms were thrown open to his wife.
+
+Then came the Restoration. The Count's political advancement was not
+rapid. He understood the exigencies of the situation in which Louis
+XVIII. found himself; he was one of the inner circle who waited till
+the "Gulf of Revolution should be closed"--for this phrase of the
+King's, at which the Liberals laughed so heartily, had a political
+sense. The order quoted in the long lawyer's preamble at the beginning
+of this story had, however, put him in possession of two tracts of
+forest, and of an estate which had considerably increased in value
+during its sequestration. At the present moment, though Comte Ferraud
+was a Councillor of State, and a Director-General, he regarded his
+position as merely the first step of his political career.
+
+Wholly occupied as he was by the anxieties of consuming ambition, he
+had attached to himself, as secretary, a ruined attorney named
+Delbecq, a more than clever man, versed in all the resources of the
+law, to whom he left the conduct of his private affairs. This shrewd
+practitioner had so well understood his position with the Count as to
+be honest in his own interest. He hoped to get some place by his
+master's influence, and he made the Count's fortune his first care.
+His conduct so effectually gave the lie to his former life, that he
+was regarded as a slandered man. The Countess, with the tact and
+shrewdness of which most women have a share more or less, understood
+the man's motives, watched him quietly, and managed him so well, that
+she had made good use of him for the augmentation of her private
+fortune. She had contrived to make Delbecq believe that she ruled her
+husband, and had promised to get him appointed President of an
+inferior court in some important provincial town, if he devoted
+himself entirely to her interests.
+
+The promise of a place, not dependent on changes of ministry, which
+would allow of his marrying advantageously, and rising subsequently to
+a high political position, by being chosen Depute, made Delbecq the
+Countess' abject slave. He had never allowed her to miss one of those
+favorable chances which the fluctuations of the Bourse and the
+increased value of property afforded to clever financiers in Paris
+during the first three years after the Restoration. He had trebled his
+protectress' capital, and all the more easily because the Countess had
+no scruples as to the means which might make her an enormous fortune
+as quickly as possible. The emoluments derived by the Count from the
+places he held she spent on the housekeeping, so as to reinvest her
+dividends; and Delbecq lent himself to these calculations of avarice
+without trying to account for her motives. People of that sort never
+trouble themselves about any secrets of which the discovery is not
+necessary to their own interests. And, indeed, he naturally found the
+reason in the thirst for money, which taints almost every Parisian
+woman; and as a fine fortune was needed to support the pretensions of
+Comte Ferraud, the secretary sometimes fancied that he saw in the
+Countess' greed a consequence of her devotion to a husband with whom
+she still was in love. The Countess buried the secrets of her conduct
+at the bottom of her heart. There lay the secrets of life and death to
+her, there lay the turning-point of this history.
+
+At the beginning of the year 1818 the Restoration was settled on an
+apparently immovable foundation; its doctrines of government, as
+understood by lofty minds, seemed calculated to bring to France an era
+of renewed prosperity, and Parisian society changed its aspect. Madame
+la Comtesse Ferraud found that by chance she had achieved for love a
+marriage that had brought her fortune and gratified ambition. Still
+young and handsome, Madame Ferraud played the part of a woman of
+fashion, and lived in the atmosphere of the Court. Rich herself, with
+a rich husband who was cried up as one of the ablest men of the
+royalist party, and, as a friend of the King, certain to be made
+Minister, she belonged to the aristocracy, and shared its
+magnificence. In the midst of this triumph she was attacked by a moral
+canker. There are feelings which women guess in spite of the care men
+take to bury them. On the first return of the King, Comte Ferraud had
+begun to regret his marriage. Colonel Chabert's widow had not been the
+means of allying him to anybody; he was alone and unsupported in
+steering his way in a course full of shoals and beset by enemies.
+Also, perhaps, when he came to judge his wife coolly, he may have
+discerned in her certain vices of education which made her unfit to
+second him in his schemes.
+
+A speech he made, /a propos/ of Talleyrand's marriage, enlightened the
+Countess, to whom it proved that if he had still been a free man she
+would never have been Madame Ferraud. What woman could forgive this
+repentance? Does it not include the germs of every insult, every
+crime, every form of repudiation? But what a wound must it have left
+in the Countess' heart, supposing that she lived in the dread of her
+first husband's return? She had known that he still lived, and she had
+ignored him. Then during the time when she had heard no more of him,
+she had chosen to believe that he had fallen at Waterloo with the
+Imperial Eagle, at the same time as Boutin. She resolved,
+nevertheless, to bind the Count to her by the strongest of all ties,
+by a chain of gold, and vowed to be so rich that her fortune might
+make her second marriage dissoluble, if by chance Colonel Chabert
+should ever reappear. And he had reappeared; and she could not explain
+to herself why the struggle she had dreaded had not already begun.
+Suffering, sickness, had perhaps delivered her from that man. Perhaps
+he was half mad, and Charenton might yet do her justice. She had not
+chosen to take either Delbecq or the police into her confidence, for
+fear of putting herself in their power, or of hastening the
+catastrophe. There are in Paris many women who, like the Countess
+Ferraud, live with an unknown moral monster, or on the brink of an
+abyss; a callus forms over the spot that tortures them, and they can
+still laugh and enjoy themselves.
+
+"There is something very strange in Comte Ferraud's position," said
+Derville to himself, on emerging from his long reverie, as his cab
+stopped at the door of the Hotel Ferraud in the Rue de Varennes. "How
+is it that he, so rich as he is, and such a favorite with the King, is
+not yet a peer of France? It may, to be sure, be true that the King,
+as Mme. de Grandlieu was telling me, desires to keep up the value of
+the /pairie/ by not bestowing it right and left. And, after all, the
+son of a Councillor of the /Parlement/ is not a Crillon nor a Rohan. A
+Comte Ferraud can only get into the Upper Chamber surreptitiously. But
+if his marriage were annulled, could he not get the dignity of some
+old peer who has only daughters transferred to himself, to the King's
+great satisfaction? At any rate this will be a good bogey to put
+forward and frighten the Countess," thought he as he went up the
+steps.
+
+Derville had without knowing it laid his finger on the hidden wound,
+put his hand on the canker that consumed Madame Ferraud.
+
+She received him in a pretty winter dining-room, where she was at
+breakfast, while playing with a monkey tethered by a chain to a little
+pole with climbing bars of iron. The Countess was in an elegant
+wrapper; the curls of her hair, carelessly pinned up, escaped from a
+cap, giving her an arch look. She was fresh and smiling. Silver,
+gilding, and mother-of-pearl shone on the table, and all about the
+room were rare plants growing in magnificent china jars. As he saw
+Colonel Chabert's wife, rich with his spoil, in the lap of luxury and
+the height of fashion, while he, poor wretch, was living with a poor
+dairyman among the beasts, the lawyer said to himself:
+
+"The moral of all this is that a pretty woman will never acknowledge
+as her husband, nor even as a lover, a man in an old box-coat, a tow
+wig, and boots with holes in them."
+
+A mischievous and bitter smile expressed the feelings, half
+philosophical and half satirical, which such a man was certain to
+experience--a man well situated to know the truth of things in spite
+of the lies behind which most families in Paris hide their mode of
+life.
+
+"Good-morning, Monsieur Derville," said she, giving the monkey some
+coffee to drink.
+
+"Madame," said he, a little sharply, for the light tone in which she
+spoke jarred on him. "I have come to speak with you on a very serious
+matter."
+
+"I am so /grieved/, M. le Comte is away--"
+
+"I, madame, am delighted. It would be grievous if he could be present
+at our interview. Besides, I am informed through M. Delbecq that you
+like to manage your own business without troubling the Count."
+
+"Then I will send for Delbecq," said she.
+
+"He would be of no use to you, clever as he is," replied Derville.
+"Listen to me, madame; one word will be enough to make you grave.
+Colonel Chabert is alive!"
+
+"Is it by telling me such nonsense as that that you think you can make
+me grave?" said she with a shout of laughter. But she was suddenly
+quelled by the singular penetration of the fixed gaze which Derville
+turned on her, seeming to read to the bottom of her soul.
+
+"Madame," he said with cold and piercing solemnity, "you know not the
+extent of the danger that threatens you. I need say nothing of the
+indisputable authenticity of the evidence nor of the fulness of proof
+which testifies to the identity of Comte Chabert. I am not, as you
+know, the man to take up a bad cause. If you resist our proceedings to
+show that the certificate of death was false, you will lose that first
+case, and that matter once settled, we shall gain every point."
+
+"What, then, do you wish to discuss with me?"
+
+"Neither the Colonel nor yourself. Nor need I allude to the briefs
+which clever advocates may draw up when armed with the curious facts
+of this case, or the advantage they may derive from the letters you
+received from your first husband before your marriage to your second."
+
+"It is false," she cried, with the violence of a spoilt woman. "I
+never had a letter from Comte Chabert; and if some one is pretending
+to be the Colonel, it is some swindler, some returned convict, like
+Coignard perhaps. It makes me shudder only to think of it. Can the
+Colonel rise from the dead, monsieur? Bonaparte sent an aide-de-camp
+to inquire for me on his death, and to this day I draw the pension of
+three thousand francs granted to this widow by the Government. I have
+been perfectly in the right to turn away all the Chaberts who have
+ever come, as I shall all who may come."
+
+"Happily we are alone, madame. We can tell lies at our ease," said he
+coolly, and finding it amusing to lash up the Countess' rage so as to
+lead her to betray herself, by tactics familiar to lawyers, who are
+accustomed to keep cool when their opponents or their clients are in a
+passion. "Well, then, we must fight it out," thought he, instantly
+hitting on a plan to entrap her and show her her weakness.
+
+"The proof that you received the first letter, madame, is that it
+contained some securities--"
+
+"Oh, as to securities--that it certainly did not."
+
+"Then you received the letter," said Derville, smiling. "You are
+caught, madame, in the first snare laid for you by an attorney, and
+you fancy you could fight against Justice----"
+
+The Countess colored, and then turned pale, hiding her face in her
+hands. Then she shook off her shame, and retorted with the natural
+impertinence of such women, "Since you are the so-called Chabert's
+attorney, be so good as to--"
+
+"Madame," said Derville, "I am at this moment as much your lawyer as I
+am Colonel Chabert's. Do you suppose I want to lose so valuable a
+client as you are?--But you are not listening."
+
+"Nay, speak on, monsieur," said she graciously.
+
+"Your fortune came to you from M. le Comte Chabert, and you cast him
+off. Your fortune is immense, and you leave him to beg. An advocate
+can be very eloquent when a cause is eloquent in itself; there are
+here circumstances which might turn public opinion strongly against
+you."
+
+"But, monsieur," said the Comtesse, provoked by the way in which
+Derville turned and laid her on the gridiron, "even if I grant that
+your M. Chabert is living, the law will uphold my second marriage on
+account of the children, and I shall get off with the restitution of
+two hundred and twenty-five thousand francs to M. Chabert."
+
+"It is impossible to foresee what view the Bench may take of the
+question. If on one side we have a mother and children, on the other
+we have an old man crushed by sorrows, made old by your refusals to
+know him. Where is he to find a wife? Can the judges contravene the
+law? Your marriage with Colonel Chabert has priority on its side and
+every legal right. But if you appear under disgraceful colors, you
+might have an unlooked-for adversary. That, madame, is the danger
+against which I would warn you."
+
+"And who is he?"
+
+"Comte Ferraud."
+
+"Monsieur Ferraud has too great an affection for me, too much respect
+for the mother of his children--"
+
+"Do not talk of such absurd things," interrupted Derville, "to
+lawyers, who are accustomed to read hearts to the bottom. At this
+instant Monsieur Ferraud has not the slightest wish to annual your
+union, and I am quite sure that he adores you; but if some one were to
+tell him that his marriage is void, that his wife will be called
+before the bar of public opinion as a criminal--"
+
+"He would defend me, monsieur."
+
+"No, madame."
+
+"What reason could he have for deserting me, monsieur?"
+
+"That he would be free to marry the only daughter of a peer of France,
+whose title would be conferred on him by patent from the King."
+
+The Countess turned pale.
+
+"A hit!" said Derville to himself. "I have you on the hip; the poor
+Colonel's case is won."--"Besides, madame," he went on aloud, "he
+would feel all the less remorse because a man covered with glory--a
+General, Count, Grand Cross of the Legion of Honor--is not such a bad
+alternative; and if that man insisted on his wife's returning to
+him--"
+
+"Enough, enough, monsieur!" she exclaimed. "I will never have any
+lawyer but you. What is to be done?"
+
+"Compromise!" said Derville.
+
+"Does he still love me?" she said.
+
+"Well, I do not think he can do otherwise."
+
+The Countess raised her head at these words. A flash of hope shone in
+her eyes; she thought perhaps that she could speculate on her first
+husband's affection to gain her cause by some feminine cunning.
+
+"I shall await your orders, madame, to know whether I am to report our
+proceedings to you, or if you will come to my office to agree to the
+terms of a compromise," said Derville, taking leave.
+
+
+
+A week after Derville had paid these two visits, on a fine morning in
+June, the husband and wife, who had been separated by an almost
+supernatural chance, started from the opposite ends of Paris to meet
+in the office of the lawyer who was engaged by both. The supplies
+liberally advanced by Derville to Colonel Chabert had enabled him to
+dress as suited his position in life, and the dead man arrived in a
+very decent cab. He wore a wig suited to his face, was dressed in blue
+cloth with white linen, and wore under his waistcoat the broad red
+ribbon of the higher grade of the Legion of Honor. In resuming the
+habits of wealth he had recovered his soldierly style. He held himself
+up; his face, grave and mysterious-looking, reflected his happiness
+and all his hopes, and seemed to have acquired youth and /impasto/, to
+borrow a picturesque word from the painter's art. He was no more like
+the Chabert of the old box-coat than a cartwheel double sou is like a
+newly coined forty-franc piece. The passer-by, only to see him, would
+have recognized at once one of the noble wrecks of our old army, one
+of the heroic men on whom our national glory is reflected, as a
+splinter of ice on which the sun shines seems to reflect every beam.
+These veterans are at once a picture and a book.
+
+When the Count jumped out of his carriage to go into Derville's
+office, he did it as lightly as a young man. Hardly had his cab moved
+off, when a smart brougham drove up, splendid with coats-of-arms.
+Madame la Comtesse Ferraud stepped out in a dress which, though
+simple, was cleverly designed to show how youthful her figure was. She
+wore a pretty drawn bonnet lined with pink, which framed her face to
+perfection, softening its outlines and making it look younger.
+
+If the clients were rejuvenescent, the office was unaltered, and
+presented the same picture as that described at the beginning of this
+story. Simonnin was eating his breakfast, his shoulder leaning against
+the window, which was then open, and he was staring up at the blue sky
+in the opening of the courtyard enclosed by four gloomy houses.
+
+"Ah, ha!" cried the little clerk, "who will bet an evening at the play
+that Colonel Chabert is a General, and wears a red ribbon?"
+
+"The chief is a great magician," said Godeschal.
+
+"Then there is no trick to play on him this time?" asked Desroches.
+
+"His wife has taken that in hand, the Comtesse Ferraud," said Boucard.
+
+"What next?" said Godeschal. "Is Comtesse Ferraud required to belong
+to two men?"
+
+"Here she is," answered Simonnin.
+
+"So you are not deaf, you young rogue!" said Chabert, taking the
+gutter-jumper by the ear and twisting it, to the delight of the other
+clerks, who began to laugh, looking at the Colonel with the curious
+attention due to so singular a personage.
+
+Comte Chabert was in Derville's private room at the moment when his
+wife came in by the door of the office.
+
+"I say, Boucard, there is going to be a queer scene in the chief's
+room! There is a woman who can spend her days alternately, the odd
+with Comte Ferraud, and the even with Comte Chabert."
+
+"And in leap year," said Godeschal, "they must settle the /count/
+between them."
+
+"Silence, gentlemen, you can be heard!" said Boucard severely. "I
+never was in an office where there was so much jesting as there is
+here over the clients."
+
+Derville had made the Colonel retire to the bedroom when the Countess
+was admitted.
+
+"Madame," he said, "not knowing whether it would be agreeable to you
+to meet M. le Comte Chabert, I have placed you apart. If, however, you
+should wish it--"
+
+"It is an attention for which I am obliged to you."
+
+"I have drawn up the memorandum of an agreement of which you and M.
+Chabert can discuss the conditions, here, and now. I will go
+alternately to him and to you, and explain your views respectively."
+
+"Let me see, monsieur," said the Countess impatiently.
+
+Derville read aloud:
+
+"'Between the undersigned:
+
+"'M. Hyacinthe Chabert, Count, Marechal de Camp, and Grand Officer of
+the Legion of Honor, living in Paris, Rue du Petit-Banquier, on the
+one part;
+
+"'And Madame Rose Chapotel, wife of the aforesaid M. le Comte
+Chabert, /nee/--'"
+
+"Pass over the preliminaries," said she. "Come to the conditions."
+
+"Madame," said the lawyer, "the preamble briefly sets forth the
+position in which you stand to each other. Then, by the first clause,
+you acknowledge, in the presence of three witnesses, of whom two shall
+be notaries, and one the dairyman with whom your husband has been
+lodging, to all of whom your secret is known, and who will be
+absolutely silent--you acknowledge, I say, that the individual
+designated in the documents subjoined to the deed, and whose identity
+is to be further proved by an act of recognition prepared by your
+notary, Alexandre Crottat, is your first husband, Comte Chabert. By
+the second clause Comte Chabert, to secure your happiness, will
+undertake to assert his rights only under certain circumstances set
+forth in the deed.--And these," said Derville, in a parenthesis, "are
+none other than a failure to carry out the conditions of this secret
+agreement.--M. Chabert, on his part, agrees to accept judgment on a
+friendly suit, by which his certificate of death shall be annulled,
+and his marriage dissolved."
+
+"That will not suit me in the least," said the Countess with surprise.
+"I will be a party to no suit; you know why."
+
+"By the third clause," Derville went on, with imperturbable coolness,
+"you pledge yourself to secure to Hyacinthe Comte Chabert an income of
+twenty-four thousand francs on government stock held in his name, to
+revert to you at his death--"
+
+"But it is much too dear!" exclaimed the Countess.
+
+"Can you compromise the matter cheaper?"
+
+"Possibly."
+
+"But what do you want, madame?"
+
+"I want--I will not have a lawsuit. I want--"
+
+"You want him to remain dead?" said Derville, interrupting her
+hastily.
+
+"Monsieur," said the Countess, "if twenty-four thousand francs a year
+are necessary, we will go to law--"
+
+"Yes, we will go to law," said the Colonel in a deep voice, as he
+opened the door and stood before his wife, with one hand in his
+waistcoat and the other hanging by his side--an attitude to which the
+recollection of his adventure gave horrible significance.
+
+"It is he," said the Countess to herself.
+
+"Too dear!" the old soldier exclaimed. "I have given you near on a
+million, and you are cheapening my misfortunes. Very well; now I will
+have you--you and your fortune. Our goods are in common, our marriage
+is not dissolved--"
+
+"But monsieur is not Colonel Chabert!" cried the Countess, in feigned
+amazement.
+
+"Indeed!" said the old man, in a tone of intense irony. "Do you want
+proofs? I found you in the Palais Royal----"
+
+The Countess turned pale. Seeing her grow white under her rouge, the
+old soldier paused, touched by the acute suffering he was inflicting
+on the woman he had once so ardently loved; but she shot such a
+venomous glance at him that he abruptly went on:
+
+"You were with La--"
+
+"Allow me, Monsieur Derville," said the Countess to the lawyer. "You
+must give me leave to retire. I did not come here to listen to such
+dreadful things."
+
+She rose and went out. Derville rushed after her; but the Countess had
+taken wings, and seemed to have flown from the place.
+
+On returning to his private room, he found the Colonel in a towering
+rage, striding up and down.
+
+"In those times a man took his wife where he chose," said he. "But I
+was foolish and chose badly; I trusted to appearances. She has no
+heart."
+
+"Well, Colonel, was I not right to beg you not to come?--I am now
+positive of your identity; when you came in, the Countess gave a
+little start, of which the meaning was unequivocal. But you have lost
+your chances. Your wife knows that you are unrecognizable."
+
+"I will kill her!"
+
+"Madness! you will be caught and executed like any common wretch.
+Besides you might miss! That would be unpardonable. A man must not
+miss his shot when he wants to kill his wife.--Let me set things
+straight; you are only a big child. Go now. Take care of yourself; she
+is capable of setting some trap for you and shutting you up in
+Charenton. I will notify her of our proceedings to protect you against
+a surprise."
+
+The unhappy Colonel obeyed his young benefactor, and went away,
+stammering apologies. He slowly went down the dark staircase, lost in
+gloomy thoughts, and crushed perhaps by the blow just dealt him--the
+most cruel he could feel, the thrust that could most deeply pierce his
+heart--when he heard the rustle of a woman's dress on the lowest
+landing, and his wife stood before him.
+
+"Come, monsieur," said she, taking his arm with a gesture like those
+familiar to him of old. Her action and the accent of her voice, which
+had recovered its graciousness, were enough to allay the Colonel's
+wrath, and he allowed himself to be led to the carriage.
+
+"Well, get in!" said she, when the footman had let down the step.
+
+And as if by magic, he found himself sitting by his wife in the
+brougham.
+
+"Where to?" asked the servant.
+
+"To Groslay," said she.
+
+The horses started at once, and carried them all across Paris.
+
+"Monsieur," said the Countess, in a tone of voice which betrayed one
+of those emotions which are rare in our lives, and which agitate every
+part of our being. At such moments the heart, fibres, nerves,
+countenance, soul, and body, everything, every pore even, feels a
+thrill. Life no longer seems to be within us; it flows out, springs
+forth, is communicated as if by contagion, transmitted by a look, a
+tone of voice, a gesture, impressing our will on others. The old
+soldier started on hearing this single word, this first, terrible
+"monsieur!" But still it was at once a reproach and a pardon, a hope
+and a despair, a question and an answer. This word included them all;
+none but an actress could have thrown so much eloquence, so many
+feelings into a single word. Truth is less complete in its utterance;
+it does not put everything on the outside; it allows us to see what is
+within. The Colonel was filled with remorse for his suspicions, his
+demands, and his anger; he looked down not to betray his agitation.
+
+"Monsieur," repeated she, after an imperceptible pause, "I knew you at
+once."
+
+"Rosine," said the old soldier, "those words contain the only balm
+that can help me to forget my misfortunes."
+
+Two large tears rolled hot on to his wife's hands, which he pressed to
+show his paternal affection.
+
+"Monsieur," she went on, "could you not have guessed what it cost me
+to appear before a stranger in a position so false as mine now is? If
+I have to blush for it, at least let it be in the privacy of my
+family. Ought not such a secret to remain buried in our hearts? You
+will forgive me, I hope, for my apparent indifference to the woes of a
+Chabert in whose existence I could not possibly believe. I received
+your letters," she hastily added, seeing in his face the objection it
+expressed, "but they did not reach me till thirteen months after the
+battle of Eylau. They were opened, dirty, the writing was
+unrecognizable; and after obtaining Napoleon's signature to my second
+marriage contract, I could not help believing that some clever
+swindler wanted to make a fool of me. Therefore, to avoid disturbing
+Monsieur Ferraud's peace of mind, and disturbing family ties, I was
+obliged to take precautions against a pretended Chabert. Was I not
+right, I ask you?"
+
+"Yes, you were right. It was I who was the idiot, the owl, the dolt,
+not to have calculated better what the consequences of such a position
+might be.--But where are we going?" he asked, seeing that they had
+reached the barrier of La Chapelle.
+
+"To my country house near Groslay, in the valley of Montmorency.
+There, monsieur, we will consider the steps to be taken. I know my
+duties. Though I am yours by right, I am no longer yours in fact. Can
+you wish that we should become the talk of Paris? We need not inform
+the public of a situation, which for me has its ridiculous side, and
+let us preserve our dignity. You still love me," she said, with a sad,
+sweet gaze at the Colonel, "but have not I been authorized to form
+other ties? In so strange a position, a secret voice bids me trust to
+your kindness, which is so well known to me. Can I be wrong in taking
+you as the sole arbiter of my fate? Be at once judge and party to the
+suit. I trust in your noble character; you will be generous enough to
+forgive me for the consequences of faults committed in innocence. I
+may then confess to you: I love M. Ferraud. I believed that I had a
+right to love him. I do not blush to make this confession to you; even
+if it offends you, it does not disgrace us. I cannot conceal the
+facts. When fate made me a widow, I was not a mother."
+
+The Colonel with a wave of his hand bid his wife be silent, and for a
+mile and a half they sat without speaking a single word. Chabert could
+fancy he saw the two little ones before him.
+
+"Rosine."
+
+"Monsieur?"
+
+"The dead are very wrong to come to life again."
+
+"Oh, monsieur, no, no! Do not think me ungrateful. Only, you find me a
+lover, a mother, while you left me merely a wife. Though it is no
+longer in my power to love, I know how much I owe you, and I can still
+offer you all the affection of a daughter."
+
+"Rosine," said the old man in a softened tone, "I no longer feel any
+resentment against you. We will forget anything," he added, with one
+of those smiles which always reflect a noble soul; "I have not so
+little delicacy as to demand the mockery of love from a wife who no
+longer loves me."
+
+The Countess gave him a flashing look full of such deep gratitude that
+poor Chabert would have been glad to sink again into his grave at
+Eylau. Some men have a soul strong enough for such self-devotion, of
+which the whole reward consists in the assurance that they have made
+the person they love happy.
+
+"My dear friend, we will talk all this over later when our hearts have
+rested," said the Countess.
+
+The conversation turned to other subjects, for it was impossible to
+dwell very long on this one. Though the couple came back again and
+again to their singular position, either by some allusion or of
+serious purpose, they had a delightful drive, recalling the events of
+their former life together and the times of the Empire. The Countess
+knew how to lend peculiar charm to her reminiscences, and gave the
+conversation the tinge of melancholy that was needed to keep it
+serious. She revived his love without awakening his desires, and
+allowed her first husband to discern the mental wealth she had
+acquired while trying to accustom him to moderate his pleasure to that
+which a father may feel in the society of a favorite daughter.
+
+The Colonel had known the Countess of the Empire; he found her a
+Countess of the Restoration.
+
+At last, by a cross-road, they arrived at the entrance to a large park
+lying in the little valley which divides the heights of Margency from
+the pretty village of Groslay. The Countess had there a delightful
+house, where the Colonel on arriving found everything in readiness for
+his stay there, as well as for his wife's. Misfortune is a kind of
+talisman whose virtue consists in its power to confirm our original
+nature; in some men it increases their distrust and malignancy, just
+as it improves the goodness of those who have a kind heart.
+
+Sorrow had made the Colonel even more helpful and good than he had
+always been, and he could understand some secrets of womanly distress
+which are unrevealed to most men. Nevertheless, in spite of his loyal
+trustfulness, he could not help saying to his wife:
+
+"Then you felt quite sure you would bring me here?"
+
+"Yes," replied she, "if I found Colonel Chabert in Derville's client."
+
+The appearance of truth she contrived to give to this answer
+dissipated the slight suspicions which the Colonel was ashamed to have
+felt. For three days the Countess was quite charming to her first
+husband. By tender attentions and unfailing sweetness she seemed
+anxious to wipe out the memory of the sufferings he had endured, and
+to earn forgiveness for the woes which, as she confessed, she had
+innocently caused him. She delighted in displaying for him the charms
+she knew he took pleasure in, while at the same time she assumed a
+kind of melancholy; for men are more especially accessible to certain
+ways, certain graces of the heart or of the mind which they cannot
+resist. She aimed at interesting him in her position, and appealing to
+his feelings so far as to take possession of his mind and control him
+despotically.
+
+Ready for anything to attain her ends, she did not yet know what she
+was to do with this man; but at any rate she meant to annihilate him
+socially. On the evening of the third day she felt that in spite of
+her efforts she could not conceal her uneasiness as to the results of
+her manoeuvres. To give herself a minute's reprieve she went up to her
+room, sat down before her writing-table, and laid aside the mask of
+composure which she wore in Chabert's presence, like an actress who,
+returning to her dressing-room after a fatiguing fifth act, drops half
+dead, leaving with the audience an image of herself which she no
+longer resembles. She proceeded to finish a letter she had begun to
+Delbecq, whom she desired to go in her name and demand of Derville the
+deeds relating to Colonel Chabert, to copy them, and to come to her at
+once to Groslay. She had hardly finished when she heard the Colonel's
+step in the passage; uneasy at her absence, he had come to look for
+her.
+
+"Alas!" she exclaimed, "I wish I were dead! My position is
+intolerable . . ."
+
+"Why, what is the matter?" asked the good man.
+
+"Nothing, nothing!" she replied.
+
+She rose, left the Colonel, and went down to speak privately to her
+maid, whom she sent off to Paris, impressing on her that she was
+herself to deliver to Delbecq the letter just written, and to bring it
+back to the writer as soon as he had read it. Then the Countess went
+out to sit on a bench sufficiently in sight for the Colonel to join
+her as soon as he might choose. The Colonel, who was looking for her,
+hastened up and sat down by her.
+
+"Rosine," said he, "what is the matter with you?"
+
+She did not answer.
+
+It was one of those glorious, calm evenings in the month of June,
+whose secret harmonies infuse such sweetness into the sunset. The air
+was clear, the stillness perfect, so that far away in the park they
+could hear the voices of some children, which added a kind of melody
+to the sublimity of the scene.
+
+"You do not answer me?" the Colonel said to his wife.
+
+"My husband----" said the Countess, who broke off, started a little,
+and with a blush stopped to ask him, "What am I to say when I speak of
+M. Ferraud?"
+
+"Call him your husband, my poor child," replied the Colonel, in a kind
+voice. "Is he not the father of your children?"
+
+"Well, then," she said, "if he should ask what I came here for, if he
+finds out that I came here, alone, with a stranger, what am I to say
+to him? Listen, monsieur," she went on, assuming a dignified attitude,
+"decide my fate, I am resigned to anything--"
+
+"My dear," said the Colonel, taking possession of his wife's hands, "I
+have made up my mind to sacrifice myself entirely for your
+happiness--"
+
+"That is impossible!" she exclaimed, with a sudden spasmodic movement.
+"Remember that you would have to renounce your identity, and in an
+authenticated form."
+
+"What?" said the Colonel. "Is not my word enough for you?"
+
+The word "authenticated" fell on the old man's heart, and roused
+involuntary distrust. He looked at his wife in a way that made her
+color, she cast down her eyes, and he feared that he might find
+himself compelled to despise her. The Countess was afraid lest she had
+scared the shy modesty, the stern honesty, of a man whose generous
+temper and primitive virtues were known to her. Though these feelings
+had brought the clouds to her brow, they immediately recovered their
+harmony. This was the way of it. A child's cry was heard in the
+distance.
+
+"Jules, leave your sister in peace," the Countess called out.
+
+"What, are your children here?" said Chabert.
+
+"Yes, but I told them not to trouble you."
+
+The old soldier understood the delicacy, the womanly tact of so
+gracious a precaution, and took the Countess' hand to kiss it.
+
+"But let them come," said he.
+
+The little girl ran up to complain of her brother.
+
+"Mamma!"
+
+"Mamma!"
+
+"It was Jules--"
+
+"It was her--"
+
+Their little hands were held out to their mother, and the two childish
+voices mingled; it was an unexpected and charming picture.
+
+"Poor little things!" cried the Countess, no longer restraining her
+tears, "I shall have to leave them. To whom will the law assign them?
+A mother's heart cannot be divided; I want them, I want them."
+
+"Are you making mamma cry?" said Jules, looking fiercely at the
+Colonel.
+
+"Silence, Jules!" said the mother in a decided tone.
+
+The two children stood speechless, examining their mother and the
+stranger with a curiosity which it is impossible to express in words.
+
+"Oh yes!" she cried. "If I am separated from the Count, only leave me
+my children, and I will submit to anything . . ."
+
+This was the decisive speech which gained all that she had hoped from
+it.
+
+"Yes," exclaimed the Colonel, as if he were ending a sentence already
+begun in his mind, "I must return underground again. I had told myself
+so already."
+
+"Can I accept such a sacrifice?" replied his wife. "If some men have
+died to save a mistress' honor, they gave their life but once. But in
+this case you would be giving your life every day. No, no. It is
+impossible. If it were only your life, it would be nothing; but to
+sign a declaration that you are not Colonel Chabert, to acknowledge
+yourself an imposter, to sacrifice your honor, and live a lie every
+hour of the day! Human devotion cannot go so far. Only think!--No. But
+for my poor children I would have fled with you by this time to the
+other end of the world."
+
+"But," said Chabert, "cannot I live here in your little lodge as one
+of your relations? I am as worn out as a cracked cannon; I want
+nothing but a little tobacco and the /Constitutionnel/."
+
+The Countess melted into tears. There was a contest of generosity
+between the Comtesse Ferraud and Colonel Chabert, and the soldier came
+out victorious. One evening, seeing this mother with her children, the
+soldier was bewitched by the touching grace of a family picture in the
+country, in the shade and the silence; he made a resolution to remain
+dead, and, frightened no longer at the authentication of a deed, he
+asked what he could do to secure beyond all risk the happiness of this
+family.
+
+"Do exactly as you like," said the Countess. "I declare to you that I
+will have nothing to do with this affair. I ought not."
+
+Delbecq had arrived some days before, and in obedience to the
+Countess' verbal instructions, the intendant had succeeded in gaining
+the old soldier's confidence. So on the following morning Colonel
+Chabert went with the erewhile attorney to Saint-Leu-Taverny, where
+Delbecq had caused the notary to draw up an affidavit in such terms
+that, after hearing it read, the Colonel started up and walked out of
+the office.
+
+"Turf and thunder! What a fool you must think me! Why, I should make
+myself out a swindler!" he exclaimed.
+
+"Indeed, monsieur," said Delbecq, "I should advise you not to sign in
+haste. In your place I would get at least thirty thousand francs a
+year out of the bargain. Madame would pay them."
+
+After annihilating this scoundrel /emeritus/ by the lightning look of
+an honest man insulted, the Colonel rushed off, carried away by a
+thousand contrary emotions. He was suspicious, indignant, and calm
+again by turns.
+
+Finally he made his way back into the park of Groslay by a gap in a
+fence, and slowly walked on to sit down and rest, and meditate at his
+ease, in a little room under a gazebo, from which the road to
+Saint-Leu could be seen. The path being strewn with the yellowish sand
+which is used instead of river-gravel, the Countess, who was sitting in
+the upper room of this little summer-house, did not hear the Colonel's
+approach, for she was too much preoccupied with the success of her
+business to pay the smallest attention to the slight noise made by her
+husband. Nor did the old man notice that his wife was in the room over
+him.
+
+"Well, Monsieur Delbecq, has he signed?" the Countess asked her
+secretary, whom she saw alone on the road beyond the hedge of a haha.
+
+"No, madame. I do not even know what has become of our man. The old
+horse reared."
+
+"Then we shall be obliged to put him into Charenton," said she, "since
+we have got him."
+
+The Colonel, who recovered the elasticity of youth to leap the haha,
+in the twinkling of an eye was standing in front of Delbecq, on whom
+he bestowed the two finest slaps that ever a scoundrel's cheeks
+received.
+
+"And you may add that old horses can kick!" said he.
+
+His rage spent, the Colonel no longer felt vigorous enough to leap the
+ditch. He had seen the truth in all its nakedness. The Countess'
+speech and Delbecq's reply had revealed the conspiracy of which he was
+to be the victim. The care taken of him was but a bait to entrap him
+in a snare. That speech was like a drop of subtle poison, bringing on
+in the old soldier a return of all his sufferings, physical and moral.
+He came back to the summer-house through the park gate, walking slowly
+like a broken man.
+
+Then for him there was to be neither peace nor truce. From this moment
+he must begin the odious warfare with this woman of which Derville had
+spoken, enter on a life of litigation, feed on gall, drink every
+morning of the cup of bitterness. And then--fearful thought!--where
+was he to find the money needful to pay the cost of the first
+proceedings? He felt such disgust of life, that if there had been any
+water at hand he would have thrown himself into it; that if he had had
+a pistol, he would have blown out his brains. Then he relapsed into
+the indecision of mind which, since his conversation with Derville at
+the dairyman's had changed his character.
+
+At last, having reached the kiosque, he went up to the gazebo, where
+little rose-windows afforded a view over each lovely landscape of the
+valley, and where he found his wife seated on a chair. The Countess
+was gazing at the distance, and preserved a calm countenance, showing
+that impenetrable face which women can assume when resolved to do
+their worst. She wiped her eyes as if she had been weeping, and played
+absently with the pink ribbons of her sash. Nevertheless, in spite of
+her apparent assurance, she could not help shuddering slightly when
+she saw before her her venerable benefactor, standing with folded
+arms, his face pale, his brow stern.
+
+"Madame," he said, after gazing at her fixedly for a moment and
+compelling her to blush, "Madame, I do not curse you--I scorn you. I
+can now thank the chance that has divided us. I do not feel even a
+desire for revenge; I no longer love you. I want nothing from you.
+Live in peace on the strength of my word; it is worth more than the
+scrawl of all the notaries in Paris. I will never assert my claim to
+the name I perhaps have made illustrious. I am henceforth but a poor
+devil named Hyacinthe, who asks no more than his share of the
+sunshine.--Farewell!"
+
+The Countess threw herself at his feet; she would have detained him by
+taking his hands, but he pushed her away with disgust, saying:
+
+"Do not touch me!"
+
+The Countess' expression when she heard her husband's retreating steps
+is quite indescribable. Then, with the deep perspicacity given only by
+utter villainy, or by fierce worldly selfishness, she knew that she
+might live in peace on the word and the contempt of this loyal
+veteran.
+
+Chabert, in fact, disappeared. The dairyman failed in business, and
+became a hackney-cab driver. The Colonel, perhaps, took up some
+similar industry for a time. Perhaps, like a stone flung into a chasm,
+he went falling from ledge to ledge, to be lost in the mire of rags
+that seethes through the streets of Paris.
+
+Six months after this event, Derville, hearing no more of Colonel
+Chabert or the Comtesse Ferraud, supposed that they had no doubt come
+to a compromise, which the Countess, out of revenge, had had arranged
+by some other lawyer. So one morning he added up the sums he had
+advanced to the said Chabert with the costs, and begged the Comtesse
+Ferraud to claim from M. le Comte Chabert the amount of the bill,
+assuming that she would know where to find her first husband.
+
+The very next day Comte Ferraud's man of business, lately appointed
+President of the County Court in a town of some importance, wrote this
+distressing note to Derville:
+
+  "MONSIEUR,--
+
+  "Madame la Comtesse Ferraud desires me to inform you that your
+  client took complete advantage of your confidence, and that the
+  individual calling himself Comte Chabert has acknowledged that he
+  came forward under false pretences.
+
+"Yours, etc.,                DELBECQ."
+
+
+"One comes across people who are, on my honor, too stupid by half,"
+cried Derville. "They don't deserve to be Christians! Be humane,
+generous, philanthropical, and a lawyer, and you are bound to be
+cheated! There is a piece of business that will cost me two
+thousand-franc notes!"
+
+
+
+Some time after receiving this letter, Derville went to the Palais de
+Justice in search of a pleader to whom he wished to speak, and who was
+employed in the Police Court. As chance would have it, Derville went
+into Court Number 6 at the moment when the Presiding Magistrate was
+sentencing one Hyacinthe to two months' imprisonment as a vagabond,
+and subsequently to be taken to the Mendicity House of Detention, a
+sentence which, by magistrates' law, is equivalent to perpetual
+imprisonment. On hearing the name of Hyacinthe, Derville looked at the
+deliquent, sitting between two /gendarmes/ on the bench for the
+accused, and recognized in the condemned man his false Colonel
+Chabert.
+
+The old soldier was placid, motionless, almost absentminded. In spite
+of his rags, in spite of the misery stamped on his countenance, it
+gave evidence of noble pride. His eye had a stoical expression which
+no magistrate ought to have misunderstood; but as soon as a man has
+fallen into the hands of justice, he is no more than a moral entity, a
+matter of law or of fact, just as to statists he has become a zero.
+
+When the veteran was taken back to the lock-up, to be removed later
+with the batch of vagabonds at that moment at the bar, Derville
+availed himself of the privilege accorded to lawyers of going wherever
+they please in the Courts, and followed him to the lock-up, where he
+stood scrutinizing him for some minutes, as well as the curious crew
+of beggars among whom he found himself. The passage to the lock-up at
+that moment afforded one of those spectacles which, unfortunately,
+neither legislators, nor philanthropists, nor painters, nor writers
+come to study. Like all the laboratories of the law, this ante-room is
+a dark and malodorous place; along the walls runs a wooden seat,
+blackened by the constant presence there of the wretches who come to
+this meeting-place of every form of social squalor, where not one of
+them is missing.
+
+A poet might say that the day was ashamed to light up this dreadful
+sewer through which so much misery flows! There is not a spot on that
+plank where some crime has not sat, in embryo or matured; not a corner
+where a man has never stood who, driven to despair by the blight which
+justice has set upon him after his first fault, has not there begun a
+career, at the end of which looms the guillotine or the pistol-snap of
+the suicide. All who fall on the pavement of Paris rebound against
+these yellow-gray walls, on which a philanthropist who was not a
+speculator might read a justification of the numerous suicides
+complained of by hypocritical writers who are incapable of taking a
+step to prevent them--for that justification is written in that
+ante-room, like a preface to the dramas of the Morgue, or to those
+enacted on the Place de la Greve.
+
+At this moment Colonel Chabert was sitting among these men--men with
+coarse faces, clothed in the horrible livery of misery, and silent at
+intervals, or talking in a low tone, for three gendarmes on duty paced
+to and fro, their sabres clattering on the floor.
+
+"Do you recognize me?" said Derville to the old man, standing in front
+of him.
+
+"Yes, sir," said Chabert, rising.
+
+"If you are an honest man," Derville went on in an undertone, "how
+could you remain in my debt?"
+
+The old soldier blushed as a young girl might when accused by her
+mother of a clandestine love affair.
+
+"What! Madame Ferraud has not paid you?" cried he in a loud voice.
+
+"Paid me?" said Derville. "She wrote to me that you were a swindler."
+
+The Colonel cast up his eyes in a sublime impulse of horror and
+imprecation, as if to call heaven to witness to this fresh subterfuge.
+
+"Monsieur," said he, in a voice that was calm by sheer huskiness, "get
+the gendarmes to allow me to go into the lock-up, and I will sign an
+order which will certainly be honored."
+
+At a word from Derville to the sergeant he was allowed to take his
+client into the room, where Hyacinthe wrote a few lines, and addressed
+them to the Comtesse Ferraud.
+
+"Send her that," said the soldier, "and you will be paid your costs
+and the money you advanced. Believe me, monsieur, if I have not shown
+you the gratitude I owe you for your kind offices, it is not the less
+there," and he laid his hand on his heart. "Yes, it is there, deep and
+sincere. But what can the unfortunate do? They live, and that is all."
+
+"What!" said Derville. "Did you not stipulate for an allowance?"
+
+"Do not speak of it!" cried the old man. "You cannot conceive how deep
+my contempt is for the outside life to which most men cling. I was
+suddenly attacked by a sickness--disgust of humanity. When I think
+that Napoleon is at Saint-Helena, everything on earth is a matter of
+indifference to me. I can no longer be a soldier; that is my only real
+grief. After all," he added with a gesture of childish simplicity, "it
+is better to enjoy luxury of feeling than of dress. For my part, I
+fear nobody's contempt."
+
+And the Colonel sat down on his bench again.
+
+Derville went away. On returning to his office, he sent Godeschal, at
+that time his second clerk, to the Comtesse Ferraud, who, on reading
+the note, at once paid the sum due to Comte Chabert's lawyer.
+
+
+
+In 1840, towards the end of June, Godeschal, now himself an attorney,
+went to Ris with Derville, to whom he had succeeded. When they reached
+the avenue leading from the highroad to Bicetre, they saw, under one
+of the elm-trees by the wayside, one of those old, broken, and hoary
+paupers who have earned the Marshal's staff among beggars by living on
+at Bicetre as poor women live on at la Salpetriere. This man, one of
+the two thousand poor creatures who are lodged in the infirmary for
+the aged, was seated on a corner-stone, and seemed to have
+concentrated all his intelligence on an operation well known to these
+pensioners, which consists in drying their snuffy pocket-handkerchiefs
+in the sun, perhaps to save washing them. This old man had an
+attractive countenance. He was dressed in a reddish cloth wrapper-coat
+which the work-house affords to its inmates, a sort of horrible
+livery.
+
+"I say, Derville," said Godeschal to his traveling companion, "look at
+that old fellow. Isn't he like those grotesque carved figures we get
+from Germany? And it is alive, perhaps it is happy."
+
+Derville looked at the poor man through his eyeglass, and with a
+little exclamation of surprise he said:
+
+"That old man, my dear fellow, is a whole poem, or, as the romantics
+say, a drama.--Did you ever meet the Comtesse Ferraud?"
+
+"Yes; she is a clever woman, and agreeable; but rather too pious,"
+said Godeschal.
+
+"That old Bicetre pauper is her lawful husband, Comte Chabert, the old
+Colonel. She has had him sent here, no doubt. And if he is in this
+workhouse instead of living in a mansion, it is solely because he
+reminded the pretty Countess that he had taken her, like a hackney
+cab, on the street. I can remember now the tiger's glare she shot at
+him at that moment."
+
+This opening having excited Godeschal's curiosity, Derville related
+the story here told.
+
+Two days later, on Monday morning, as they returned to Paris, the two
+friends looked again at Bicetre, and Derville proposed that they
+should call on Colonel Chabert. Halfway up the avenue they found the
+old man sitting on the trunk of a felled tree. With his stick in one
+hand, he was amusing himself with drawing lines in the sand. On
+looking at him narrowly, they perceived that he had been breakfasting
+elsewhere than at Bicetre.
+
+"Good-morning, Colonel Chabert," said Derville.
+
+"Not Chabert! not Chabert! My name is Hyacinthe," replied the veteran.
+"I am no longer a man, I am No. 164, Room 7," he added, looking at
+Derville with timid anxiety, the fear of an old man and a child.--"Are
+you going to visit the man condemned to death?" he asked after a
+moment's silence. "He is not married! He is very lucky!"
+
+"Poor fellow!" said Godeschal. "Would you like something to buy
+snuff?"
+
+With all the simplicity of a street Arab, the Colonel eagerly held out
+his hand to the two strangers, who each gave him a twenty-franc piece;
+he thanked them with a puzzled look, saying:
+
+"Brave troopers!"
+
+He ported arms, pretended to take aim at them, and shouted with a
+smile:
+
+"Fire! both arms! /Vive Napoleon/!" And he drew a flourish in the air
+with his stick.
+
+"The nature of his wound has no doubt made him childish," said
+Derville.
+
+"Childish! he?" said another old pauper, who was looking on. "Why,
+there are days when you had better not tread on his corns. He is an
+old rogue, full of philosophy and imagination. But to-day, what can
+you expect! He has had his Monday treat.--He was here, monsieur, so
+long ago as 1820. At that time a Prussian officer, whose chaise was
+crawling up the hill of Villejuif, came by on foot. We two were
+together, Hyacinthe and I, by the roadside. The officer, as he walked,
+was talking to another, a Russian, or some animal of the same species,
+and when the Prussian saw the old boy, just to make fun, he said to
+him, 'Here is an old cavalry man who must have been at Rossbach.'--'I
+was too young to be there,' said Hyacinthe. 'But I was at Jena.' And
+the Prussian made off pretty quick, without asking any more
+questions."
+
+"What a destiny!" exclaimed Derville. "Taken out of the Foundling
+Hospital to die in the Infirmary for the Aged, after helping Napoleon
+between whiles to conquer Egypt and Europe.--Do you know, my dear
+fellow," Derville went on after a pause, "there are in modern society
+three men who can never think well of the world--the priest, the
+doctor, and the man of law? And they wear black robes, perhaps because
+they are in mourning for every virtue and every illusion. The most
+hapless of the three is the lawyer. When a man comes in search of the
+priest, he is prompted by repentance, by remorse, by beliefs which
+make him interesting, which elevate him and comfort the soul of the
+intercessor whose task will bring him a sort of gladness; he purifies,
+repairs and reconciles. But we lawyers, we see the same evil feelings
+repeated again and again, nothing can correct them; our offices are
+sewers which can never be cleansed.
+
+"How many things have I learned in the exercise of my profession! I
+have seen a father die in a garret, deserted by two daughters, to whom
+he had given forty thousand francs a year! I have known wills burned;
+I have seen mothers robbing their children, wives killing their
+husbands, and working on the love they could inspire to make the men
+idiotic or mad, that they might live in peace with a lover. I have
+seen women teaching the child of their marriage such tastes as must
+bring it to the grave in order to benefit the child of an illicit
+affection. I could not tell you all I have seen, for I have seen
+crimes against which justice is impotent. In short, all the horrors
+that romancers suppose they have invented are still below the truth.
+You will know something of these pretty things; as for me, I am going
+to live in the country with my wife. I have a horror of Paris."
+
+"I have seen plenty of them already in Desroches' office," replied
+Godeschal.
+
+
+
+PARIS, February-March 1832.
+
+
+
+
+ADDENDUM
+
+The following personages appear in other stories of the Human Comedy.
+
+Bonaparte, Napoleon
+  The Vendetta
+  The Gondreville Mystery
+  Domestic Peace
+  The Seamy Side of History
+  A Woman of Thirty
+
+Crottat, Alexandre
+  Cesar Birotteau
+  A Start in Life
+  A Woman of Thirty
+  Cousin Pons
+
+Derville
+  Gobseck
+  A Start in Life
+  The Gondreville Mystery
+  Father Goriot
+  Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+
+Desroches (son)
+  A Bachelor's Establishment
+  A Start in Life
+  A Woman of Thirty
+  The Commission in Lunacy
+  The Government Clerks
+  A Distinguished Provincial at Paris
+  Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+  The Firm of Nucingen
+  A Man of Business
+  The Middle Classes
+
+Ferraud, Comtesse
+  The Government Clerks
+
+Godeschal, Francois-Claude-Marie
+  A Bachelor's Establishment
+  A Start in Life
+  The Commission in Lunacy
+  The Middle Classes
+  Cousin Pons
+
+Grandlieu, Vicomtesse de
+  Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+  Gobseck
+
+Louis XVIII., Louis-Stanislas-Xavier
+  The Chouans
+  The Seamy Side of History
+  The Gondreville Mystery
+  Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+  The Ball at Sceaux
+  The Lily of the Valley
+  The Government Clerks
+
+Murat, Joachim, Prince
+  The Vendetta
+  The Gondreville Mystery
+  Domestic Peace
+  The Country Doctor
+
+Navarreins, Duc de
+  A Bachelor's Establishment
+  The Muse of the Department
+  The Thirteen
+  Jealousies of a Country Town
+  The Peasantry
+  Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+  The Country Parson
+  The Magic Skin
+  The Gondreville Mystery
+  The Secrets of a Princess
+  Cousin Betty
+
+Vergniaud, Louis
+  The Vendetta
+
+
+
+
+
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+Colonel Chabert
+
+by Honore de Balzac
+
+Translated by Ellen Marriage and Clara Bell
+
+
+
+
+DEDICATION
+
+To Madame la Comtesse Ida de Bocarme nee du Chasteler.
+
+
+
+
+
+COLONEL CHABERT
+
+
+
+"HULLO! There is that old Box-coat again!"
+
+This exclamation was made by a lawyer's clerk of the class called in
+French offices a gutter-jumper--a messenger in fact--who at this
+moment was eating a piece of dry bread with a hearty appetite. He
+pulled off a morsel of crumb to make into a bullet, and fired it
+gleefully through the open pane of the window against which he was
+leaning. The pellet, well aimed, rebounded almost as high as the
+window, after hitting the hat of a stranger who was crossing the
+courtyard of a house in the Rue Vivienne, where dwelt Maitre Derville,
+attorney-at-law.
+
+"Come, Simonnin, don't play tricks on people, or I will turn you out
+of doors. However poor a client may be, he is still a man, hang it
+all!" said the head clerk, pausing in the addition of a bill of costs.
+
+The lawyer's messenger is commonly, as was Simonnin, a lad of thirteen
+or fourteen, who, in every office, is under the special jurisdiction
+of the managing clerk, whose errands and /billets-doux/ keep him
+employed on his way to carry writs to the bailiffs and petitions to
+the Courts. He is akin to the street boy in his habits, and to the
+pettifogger by fate. The boy is almost always ruthless, unbroken,
+unmanageable, a ribald rhymester, impudent, greedy, and idle. And yet,
+almost all these clerklings have an old mother lodging on some fifth
+floor with whom they share their pittance of thirty or forty francs a
+month.
+
+"If he is a man, why do you call him old Box-coat?" asked Simonnin,
+with the air of a schoolboy who has caught out his master.
+
+And he went on eating his bread and cheese, leaning his shoulder
+against the window jamb; for he rested standing like a cab-horse, one
+of his legs raised and propped against the other, on the toe of his
+shoe.
+
+"What trick can we play that cove?" said the third clerk, whose name
+was Godeschal, in a low voice, pausing in the middle of a discourse he
+was extemporizing in an appeal engrossed by the fourth clerk, of which
+copies were being made by two neophytes from the provinces.
+
+Then he went on improvising:
+
+"/But, in his noble and beneficent wisdom, his Majesty, Louis the
+Eighteenth/--(write it at full length, heh! Desroches the learned--
+you, as you engross it!)--/when he resumed the reins of Government,
+understood/--(what did that old nincompoop ever understand?)--/the
+high mission to which he had been called by Divine Providence!/--(a
+note of admiration and six stops. They are pious enough at the Courts
+to let us put six)--/and his first thought, as is proved by the date
+of the order hereinafter designated, was to repair the misfortunes
+caused by the terrible and sad disasters of the revolutionary times,
+by restoring to his numerous and faithful adherents/--('numerous' is
+flattering, and ought to please the Bench)--/all their unsold estates,
+whether within our realm, or in conquered or acquired territory, or in
+the endowments of public institutions, for we are, and proclaim
+ourselves competent to declare, that this is the spirit and meaning of
+the famous, truly loyal order given in/--Stop," said Godeschal to the
+three copying clerks, "that rascally sentence brings me to the end of
+my page.--Well," he went on, wetting the back fold of the sheet with
+his tongue, so as to be able to fold back the page of thick stamped
+paper, "well, if you want to play him a trick, tell him that the
+master can only see his clients between two and three in the morning;
+we shall see if he comes, the old ruffian!"
+
+And Godeschal took up the sentence he was dictating--"/given in/--Are
+you ready?"
+
+"Yes," cried the three writers.
+
+It all went all together, the appeal, the gossip, and the conspiracy.
+
+"/Given in/--Here, Daddy Boucard, what is the date of the order? We
+must dot our /i/'s and cross our /t/'s, by Jingo! it helps to fill the
+pages."
+
+"By Jingo!" repeated one of the copying clerks before Boucard, the
+head clerk, could reply.
+
+"What! have you written /by Jingo/?" cried Godeschal, looking at one
+of the novices, with an expression at once stern and humorous.
+
+"Why, yes," said Desroches, the fourth clerk, leaning across his
+neighbor's copy, "he has written, '/We must dot our i's/' and spelt it
+/by Gingo/!"
+
+All the clerks shouted with laughter.
+
+"Why! Monsieur Hure, you take 'By Jingo' for a law term, and you say
+you come from Mortagne!" exclaimed Simonnin.
+
+"Scratch it cleanly out," said the head clerk. "If the judge, whose
+business it is to tax the bill, were to see such things, he would say
+you were laughing at the whole boiling. You would hear of it from the
+chief! Come, no more of this nonsense, Monsieur Hure! A Norman ought
+not to write out an appeal without thought. It is the 'Shoulder arms!'
+of the law."
+
+"/Given in--in/?" asked Godeschal.--"Tell me when, Boucard."
+
+"June 1814," replied the head clerk, without looking up from his work.
+
+A knock at the office door interrupted the circumlocutions of the
+prolix document. Five clerks with rows of hungry teeth, bright,
+mocking eyes, and curly heads, lifted their noses towards the door,
+after crying all together in a singing tone, "Come in!"
+
+Boucard kept his face buried in a pile of papers--/broutilles/ (odds
+and ends) in French law jargon--and went on drawing out the bill of
+costs on which he was busy.
+
+The office was a large room furnished with the traditional stool which
+is to be seen in all these dens of law-quibbling. The stove-pipe
+crossed the room diagonally to the chimney of a bricked-up fireplace;
+on the marble chimney-piece were several chunks of bread, triangles of
+Brie cheese, pork cutlets, glasses, bottles, and the head clerk's cup
+of chocolate. The smell of these dainties blended so completely with
+that of the immoderately overheated stove and the odor peculiar to
+offices and old papers, that the trail of a fox would not have been
+perceptible. The floor was covered with mud and snow, brought in by
+the clerks. Near the window stood the desk with a revolving lid, where
+the head clerk worked, and against the back of it was the second
+clerk's table. The second clerk was at this moment in Court. It was
+between eight and nine in the morning.
+
+The only decoration of the office consisted in huge yellow posters,
+announcing seizures of real estate, sales, settlements under trust,
+final or interim judgments,--all the glory of a lawyer's office.
+Behind the head clerk was an enormous room, of which each division was
+crammed with bundles of papers with an infinite number of tickets
+hanging from them at the ends of red tape, which give a peculiar
+physiognomy to law papers. The lower rows were filled with cardboard
+boxes, yellow with use, on which might be read the names of the more
+important clients whose cases were juicily stewing at this present
+time. The dirty window-panes admitted but little daylight. Indeed,
+there are very few offices in Paris where it is possible to write
+without lamplight before ten in the morning in the month of February,
+for they are all left to very natural neglect; every one comes and no
+one stays; no one has any personal interest in a scene of mere routine
+--neither the attorney, nor the counsel, nor the clerks, trouble
+themselves about the appearance of a place which, to the youths, is a
+schoolroom; to the clients, a passage; to the chief, a laboratory. The
+greasy furniture is handed down to successive owners with such
+scrupulous care, that in some offices may still be seen boxes of
+/remainders/, machines for twisting parchment gut, and bags left by
+the prosecuting parties of the Chatelet (abbreviated to /Chlet/)--a
+Court which, under the old order of things, represented the present
+Court of First Instance (or County Court).
+
+So in this dark office, thick with dust, there was, as in all its
+fellows, something repulsive to the clients--something which made it
+one of the most hideous monstrosities of Paris. Nay, were it not for
+the mouldy sacristies where prayers are weighed out and paid for like
+groceries, and for the old-clothes shops, where flutter the rags that
+blight all the illusions of life by showing us the last end of all our
+festivities--an attorney's office would be, of all social marts, the
+most loathsome. But we might say the same of the gambling-hell, of the
+Law Court, of the lottery office, of the brothel.
+
+But why? In these places, perhaps, the drama being played in a man's
+soul makes him indifferent to accessories, which would also account
+for the single-mindedness of great thinkers and men of great
+ambitions.
+
+"Where is my penknife?"
+
+"I am eating my breakfast."
+
+"You go and be hanged! here is a blot on the copy."
+
+"Silence, gentlemen!"
+
+These various exclamations were uttered simultaneously at the moment
+when the old client shut the door with the sort of humility which
+disfigures the movements of a man down on his luck. The stranger tried
+to smile, but the muscles of his face relaxed as he vainly looked for
+some symptoms of amenity on the inexorably indifferent faces of the
+six clerks. Accustomed, no doubt, to gauge men, he very politely
+addressed the gutter-jumper, hoping to get a civil answer from this
+boy of all work.
+
+"Monsieur, is your master at home?"
+
+The pert messenger made no reply, but patted his ear with the fingers
+of his left hand, as much as to say, "I am deaf."
+
+"What do you want, sir?" asked Godeschal, swallowing as he spoke a
+mouthful of bread big enough to charge a four-pounder, flourishing his
+knife and crossing his legs, throwing up one foot in the air to the
+level of his eyes.
+
+"This is the fifth time I have called," replied the victim. "I wish to
+speak to M. Derville."
+
+"On business?"
+
+"Yes, but I can explain it to no one but--"
+
+"M. Derville is in bed; if you wish to consult him on some difficulty,
+he does no serious work till midnight. But if you will lay the case
+before us, we could help you just as well as he can to----"
+
+The stranger was unmoved; he looked timidly about him, like a dog who
+has got into a strange kitchen and expects a kick. By grace of their
+profession, lawyers' clerks have no fear of thieves; they did not
+suspect the owner of the box-coat, and left him to study the place,
+where he looked in vain for a chair to sit on, for he was evidently
+tired. Attorneys, on principle, do not have many chairs in their
+offices. The inferior client, being kept waiting on his feet, goes
+away grumbling, but then he does not waste time, which, as an old
+lawyer once said, is not allowed for when the bill is taxed.
+
+"Monsieur," said the old man, "as I have already told you, I cannot
+explain my business to any one but M. Derville. I will wait till he is
+up."
+
+Boucard had finished his bill. He smelt the fragrance of his
+chocolate, rose from his cane armchair, went to the chimney-piece,
+looked the old man from head to foot, stared at his coat, and made an
+indescribable grimace. He probably reflected that whichever way his
+client might be wrung, it would be impossible to squeeze out a
+centime, so he put in a few brief words to rid the office of a bad
+customer.
+
+"It is the truth, monsieur. The chief only works at night. If your
+business is important, I recommend you to return at one in the
+morning." The stranger looked at the head clerk with a bewildered
+expression, and remained motionless for a moment. The clerks,
+accustomed to every change of countenance, and the odd whimsicalities
+to which indecision or absence of mind gives rise in "parties," went
+on eating, making as much noise with their jaws as horses over a
+manger, and paying no further heed to the old man.
+
+"I will come again to-night," said the stranger at length, with the
+tenacious desire, peculiar to the unfortunate, to catch humanity at
+fault.
+
+The only irony allowed to poverty is to drive Justice and Benevolence
+to unjust denials. When a poor wretch has convicted Society of
+falsehood, he throws himself more eagerly on the mercy of God.
+
+"What do you think of that for a cracked pot?" said Simonnin, without
+waiting till the old man had shut the door.
+
+"He looks as if he had been buried and dug up again," said a clerk.
+
+"He is some colonel who wants his arrears of pay," said the head
+clerk.
+
+"No, he is a retired concierge," said Godeschal.
+
+"I bet you he is a nobleman," cried Boucard.
+
+"I bet you he has been a porter," retorted Godeschal. "Only porters
+are gifted by nature with shabby box-coats, as worn and greasy and
+frayed as that old body's. And did you see his trodden-down boots that
+let the water in, and his stock which serves for a shirt? He has slept
+in a dry arch."
+
+"He may be of noble birth, and yet have pulled the doorlatch," cried
+Desroches. "It has been known!"
+
+"No," Boucard insisted, in the midst of laughter, "I maintain that he
+was a brewer in 1789, and a colonel in the time of the Republic."
+
+"I bet theatre tickets round that he never was a soldier," said
+Godeschal.
+
+"Done with you," answered Boucard.
+
+"Monsieur! Monsieur!" shouted the little messenger, opening the
+window.
+
+"What are you at now, Simonnin?" asked Boucard.
+
+"I am calling him that you may ask him whether he is a colonel or a
+porter; he must know."
+
+All the clerks laughed. As to the old man, he was already coming
+upstairs again.
+
+"What can we say to him?" cried Godeschal.
+
+"Leave it to me," replied Boucard.
+
+The poor man came in nervously, his eyes cast down, perhaps not to
+betray how hungry he was by looking too greedily at the eatables.
+
+"Monsieur," said Boucard, "will you have the kindness to leave your
+name, so that M. Derville may know----"
+
+"Chabert."
+
+"The Colonel who was killed at Eylau?" asked Hure, who, having so far
+said nothing, was jealous of adding a jest to all the others.
+
+"The same, monsieur," replied the good man, with antique simplicity.
+And he went away.
+
+"Whew!"
+
+"Done brown!"
+
+"Poof!"
+
+"Oh!"
+
+"Ah!"
+
+"Boum!"
+
+"The old rogue!"
+
+"Ting-a-ring-ting!"
+
+"Sold again!"
+
+"Monsieur Desroches, you are going to the play without paying," said
+Hure to the fourth clerk, giving him a slap on the shoulder that might
+have killed a rhinoceros.
+
+There was a storm of cat-calls, cries, and exclamations, which all the
+onomatopeia of the language would fail to represent.
+
+"Which theatre shall we go to?"
+
+"To the opera," cried the head clerk.
+
+"In the first place," said Godeschal, "I never mentioned which
+theatre. I might, if I chose, take you to see Madame Saqui."
+
+"Madame Saqui is not the play."
+
+"What is a play?" replied Godeschal. "First, we must define the point
+of fact. What did I bet, gentlemen? A play. What is a play? A
+spectacle. What is a spectacle? Something to be seen--"
+
+"But on that principle you would pay your bet by taking us to see the
+water run under the Pont Neuf!" cried Simonnin, interrupting him.
+
+"To be seen for money," Godeschal added.
+
+"But a great many things are to be seen for money that are not plays.
+The definition is defective," said Desroches.
+
+"But do listen to me!"
+
+"You are talking nonsense, my dear boy," said Boucard.
+
+"Is Curtius' a play?" said Godeschal.
+
+"No," said the head clerk, "it is a collection of figures--but it is a
+spectacle."
+
+"I bet you a hundred francs to a sou," Godeschal resumed, "that
+Curtius' Waxworks forms such a show as might be called a play or
+theatre. It contains a thing to be seen at various prices, according
+to the place you choose to occupy."
+
+"And so on, and so forth!" said Simonnin.
+
+"You mind I don't box your ears!" said Godeschal.
+
+The clerk shrugged their shoulders.
+
+"Besides, it is not proved that that old ape was not making game of
+us," he said, dropping his argument, which was drowned in the laughter
+of the other clerks. "On my honor, Colonel Chabert is really and truly
+dead. His wife is married again to Comte Ferraud, Councillor of State.
+Madame Ferraud is one of our clients."
+
+"Come, the case is remanded till to-morrow," said Boucard. "To work,
+gentlemen. The deuce is in it; we get nothing done here. Finish
+copying that appeal; it must be handed in before the sitting of the
+Fourth Chamber, judgment is to be given to-day. Come, on you go!"
+
+"If he really were Colonel Chabert, would not that impudent rascal
+Simonnin have felt the leather of his boot in the right place when he
+pretended to be deaf?" said Desroches, regarding this remark as more
+conclusive than Godeschal's.
+
+"Since nothing is settled," said Boucard, "let us all agree to go to
+the upper boxes of the Francais and see Talma in 'Nero.' Simonnin may
+go to the pit."
+
+And thereupon the head clerk sat down at his table, and the others
+followed his example.
+
+"/Given in June eighteen hundred and fourteen/ (in words)," said
+Godeschal. "Ready?"
+
+"Yes," replied the two copying-clerks and the engrosser, whose pens
+forthwith began to creak over the stamped paper, making as much noise
+in the office as a hundred cockchafers imprisoned by schoolboys in
+paper cages.
+
+"/And we hope that my lords on the Bench/," the extemporizing clerk
+went on. "Stop! I must read my sentence through again. I do not
+understand it myself."
+
+"Forty-six (that must often happen) and three forty-nines," said
+Boucard.
+
+"/We hope/," Godeschal began again, after reading all through the
+document, "/that my lords on the Bench will not be less magnanimous
+than the august author of the decree, and that they will do justice
+against the miserable claims of the acting committee of the chief
+Board of the Legion of Honor by interpreting the law in the wide sense
+we have here set forth/----"
+
+"Monsieur Godeschal, wouldn't you like a glass of water?" said the
+little messenger.
+
+"That imp of a boy!" said Boucard. "Here, get on your double-soled
+shanks-mare, take this packet, and spin off to the Invalides."
+
+"/Here set forth/," Godeschal went on. "Add /in the interest of Madame
+la Vicomtesse/ (at full length) /de Grandlieu/."
+
+"What!" cried the chief, "are you thinking of drawing up an appeal in
+the case of Vicomtesse de Grandlieu against the Legion of Honor--a
+case for the office to stand or fall by? You are something like an
+ass! Have the goodness to put aside your copies and your notes; you
+may keep all that for the case of Navarreins against the Hospitals. It
+is late. I will draw up a little petition myself, with a due allowance
+of 'inasmuch,' and go to the Courts myself."
+
+This scene is typical of the thousand delights which, when we look
+back on our youth, make us say, "Those were good times."
+
+
+
+At about one in the morning Colonel Chabert, self-styled, knocked at
+the door of Maitre Derville, attorney to the Court of First Instance
+in the Department of the Seine. The porter told him that Monsieur
+Derville had not yet come in. The old man said he had an appointment,
+and was shown upstairs to the rooms occupied by the famous lawyer,
+who, notwithstanding his youth, was considered to have one of the
+longest heads in Paris.
+
+Having rung, the distrustful applicant was not a little astonished at
+finding the head clerk busily arranging in a convenient order on his
+master's dining-room table the papers relating to the cases to be
+tried on the morrow. The clerk, not less astonished, bowed to the
+Colonel and begged him to take a seat, which the client did.
+
+"On my word, monsieur, I thought you were joking yesterday when you
+named such an hour for an interview," said the old man, with the
+forced mirth of a ruined man, who does his best to smile.
+
+"The clerks were joking, but they were speaking the truth too,"
+replied the man, going on with his work. "M. Derville chooses this
+hour for studying his cases, taking stock of their possibilities,
+arranging how to conduct them, deciding on the line of defence. His
+prodigious intellect is freer at this hour--the only time when he can
+have the silence and quiet needed for the conception of good ideas.
+Since he entered the profession, you are the third person to come to
+him for a consultation at this midnight hour. After coming in the
+chief will discuss each case, read everything, spend four or five
+hours perhaps over the business, then he will ring for me and explain
+to me his intentions. In the morning from ten to two he hears what his
+clients have to say, then he spends the rest of his day in
+appointments. In the evening he goes into society to keep up his
+connections. So he has only the night for undermining his cases,
+ransacking the arsenal of the code, and laying his plan of battle. He
+is determined never to lose a case; he loves his art. He will not
+undertake every case, as his brethren do. That is his life, an
+exceptionally active one. And he makes a great deal of money."
+
+As he listened to this explanation, the old man sat silent, and his
+strange face assumed an expression so bereft of intelligence, that the
+clerk, after looking at him, thought no more about him.
+
+A few minutes later Derville came in, in evening dress; his head clerk
+opened the door to him, and went back to finish arranging the papers.
+The young lawyer paused for a moment in amazement on seeing in the dim
+light the strange client who awaited him. Colonel Chabert was as
+absolutely immovable as one of the wax figures in Curtius' collection
+to which Godeschal had proposed to treat his fellow-clerks. This
+quiescence would not have been a subject for astonishment if it had
+not completed the supernatural aspect of the man's whole person. The
+old soldier was dry and lean. His forehead, intentionally hidden under
+a smoothly combed wig, gave him a look of mystery. His eyes seemed
+shrouded in a transparent film; you would have compared them to dingy
+mother-of-pearl with a blue iridescence changing in the gleam of the
+wax lights. His face, pale, livid, and as thin as a knife, if I may
+use such a vulgar expression, was as the face of the dead. Round his
+neck was a tight black silk stock.
+
+Below the dark line of this rag the body was so completely hidden in
+shadow that a man of imagination might have supposed the old head was
+due to some chance play of light and shade, or have taken it for a
+portrait by Rembrandt, without a frame. The brim of the hat which
+covered the old man's brow cast a black line of shadow on the upper
+part of the face. This grotesque effect, though natural, threw into
+relief by contrast the white furrows, the cold wrinkles, the colorless
+tone of the corpse-like countenance. And the absence of all movement
+in the figure, of all fire in the eye, were in harmony with a certain
+look of melancholy madness, and the deteriorating symptoms
+characteristic of senility, giving the face an indescribably ill-
+starred look which no human words could render.
+
+But an observer, especially a lawyer, could also have read in this
+stricken man the signs of deep sorrow, the traces of grief which had
+worn into this face, as drops of water from the sky falling on fine
+marble at last destroy its beauty. A physician, an author, or a judge
+might have discerned a whole drama at the sight of its sublime horror,
+while the least charm was its resemblance to the grotesques which
+artists amuse themselves by sketching on a corner of the lithographic
+stone while chatting with a friend.
+
+On seeing the attorney, the stranger started, with the convulsive
+thrill that comes over a poet when a sudden noise rouses him from a
+fruitful reverie in silence and at night. The old man hastily removed
+his hat and rose to bow to the young man; the leather lining of his
+hat was doubtless very greasy; his wig stuck to it without his
+noticing it, and left his head bare, showing his skull horribly
+disfigured by a scar beginning at the nape of the neck and ending over
+the right eye, a prominent seam all across his head. The sudden
+removal of the dirty wig which the poor man wore to hide this gash
+gave the two lawyers no inclination to laugh, so horrible to behold
+was this riven skull. The first idea suggested by the sight of this
+old wound was, "His intelligence must have escaped through that cut."
+
+"If this is not Colonel Chabert, he is some thorough-going trooper!"
+thought Boucard.
+
+"Monsieur," said Derville, "to whom have I the honor of speaking?"
+
+"To Colonel Chabert."
+
+"Which?"
+
+"He who was killed at Eylau," replied the old man.
+
+On hearing this strange speech, the lawyer and his clerk glanced at
+each other, as much as to say, "He is mad."
+
+"Monsieur," the Colonel went on, "I wish to confide to you the secret
+of my position."
+
+A thing worthy of note is the natural intrepidity of lawyers. Whether
+from the habit of receiving a great many persons, or from the deep
+sense of the protection conferred on them by the law, or from
+confidence in their missions, they enter everywhere, fearing nothing,
+like priests and physicians. Derville signed to Boucard, who vanished.
+
+"During the day, sir," said the attorney, "I am not so miserly of my
+time, but at night every minute is precious. So be brief and concise.
+Go to the facts without digression. I will ask for any explanations I
+may consider necessary. Speak."
+
+Having bid his strange client to be seated, the young man sat down at
+the table; but while he gave his attention to the deceased Colonel, he
+turned over the bundles of papers.
+
+"You know, perhaps," said the dead man, "that I commanded a cavalry
+regiment at Eylau. I was of important service to the success of
+Murat's famous charge which decided the victory. Unhappily for me, my
+death is a historical fact, recorded in /Victoires et Conquetes/,
+where it is related in full detail. We cut through the three Russian
+lines, which at once closed up and formed again, so that we had to
+repeat the movement back again. At the moment when we were nearing the
+Emperor, after having scattered the Russians, I came against a
+squadron of the enemy's cavalry. I rushed at the obstinate brutes. Two
+Russian officers, perfect giants, attacked me both at once. One of
+them gave me a cut across the head that crashed through everything,
+even a black silk cap I wore next my head, and cut deep into the
+skull. I fell from my horse. Murat came up to support me. He rode over
+my body, he and all his men, fifteen hundred of them--there might have
+been more! My death was announced to the Emperor, who as a precaution
+--for he was fond of me, was the master--wished to know if there were
+no hope of saving the man he had to thank for such a vigorous attack.
+He sent two surgeons to identify me and bring me into Hospital,
+saying, perhaps too carelessly, for he was very busy, 'Go and see
+whether by any chance poor Chabert is still alive.' These rascally
+saw-bones, who had just seen me lying under the hoofs of the horses of
+two regiments, no doubt did not trouble themselves to feel my pulse,
+and reported that I was quite dead. The certificate of death was
+probably made out in accordance with the rules of military
+jurisprudence."
+
+As he heard his visitor express himself with complete lucidity, and
+relate a story so probable though so strange, the young lawyer ceased
+fingering the papers, rested his left elbow on the table, and with his
+head on his hand looked steadily at the Colonel.
+
+"Do you know, monsieur, that I am lawyer to the Countess Ferraud," he
+said, interrupting the speaker, "Colonel Chabert's widow?"
+
+"My wife--yes monsieur. Therefore, after a hundred fruitless attempts
+to interest lawyers, who have all thought me mad, I made up my mind to
+come to you. I will tell you of my misfortunes afterwards; for the
+present, allow me to prove the facts, explaining rather how things
+must have fallen out rather than how they did occur. Certain
+circumstances, known, I suppose to no one but the Almighty, compel me
+to speak of some things as hypothetical. The wounds I had received
+must presumably have produced tetanus, or have thrown me into a state
+analogous to that of a disease called, I believe, catalepsy. Otherwise
+how is it conceivable that I should have been stripped, as is the
+custom in time of the war, and thrown into the common grave by the men
+ordered to bury the dead?
+
+"Allow me here to refer to a detail of which I could know nothing till
+after the event, which, after all, I must speak of as my death. At
+Stuttgart, in 1814, I met an old quartermaster of my regiment. This
+dear fellow, the only man who chose to recognize me, and of whom I
+will tell you more later, explained the marvel of my preservation, by
+telling me that my horse was shot in the flank at the moment when I
+was wounded. Man and beast went down together, like a monk cut out of
+card-paper. As I fell, to the right or to the left, I was no doubt
+covered by the body of my horse, which protected me from being
+trampled to death or hit by a ball.
+
+"When I came to myself, monsieur, I was in a position and an
+atmosphere of which I could give you no idea if I talked till
+to-morrow. the little air there was to breathe was foul. I wanted to
+move, and found no room. I opened my eyes, and saw nothing. The most
+alarming circumstance was the lack of air, and this enlightened me as
+to my situation. I understood that no fresh air could penetrate to me,
+and that I must die. This thought took off the sense of intolerable
+pain which had aroused me. There was a violent singing in my ears. I
+heard--or I thought I heard, I will assert nothing--groans from the
+world of dead among whom I was lying. Some nights I still think I hear
+those stifled moans; though the remembrance of that time is very
+obscure, and my memory very indistinct, in spite of my impressions of
+far more acute suffering I was fated to go through, and which have
+confused my ideas.
+
+"But there was something more awful than cries; there was a silence
+such as I have never known elsewhere--literally, the silence of the
+grave. At last, by raising my hands and feeling the dead, I discerned
+a vacant space between my head and the human carrion above. I could
+thus measure the space, granted by a chance of which I knew not the
+cause. It would seem that, thanks to the carelessness and the haste
+with which we had been pitched into the trench, two dead bodies had
+leaned across and against each other, forming an angle like that made
+by two cards when a child is building a card castle. Feeling about me
+at once, for there was no time for play, I happily felt an arm lying
+detached, the arm of a Hercules! A stout bone, to which I owed my
+rescue. But for this unhoped-for help, I must have perished. But with
+a fury you may imagine, I began to work my way through the bodies
+which separated me from the layer of earth which had no doubt been
+thrown over us--I say us, as if there had been others living! I worked
+with a will, monsieur, for here I am! But to this day I do not know
+how I succeeded in getting through the pile of flesh which formed a
+barrier between me and life. You will say I had three arms. This
+crowbar, which I used cleverly enough, opened out a little air between
+the bodies I moved, and I economized my breath. At last I saw
+daylight, but through snow!
+
+"At that moment I perceived that my head was cut open. Happily my
+blood, or that of my comrades, or perhaps the torn skin of my horse,
+who knows, had in coagulating formed a sort of natural plaster. But,
+in spite of it, I fainted away when my head came into contact with the
+snow. However, the little warmth left in me melted the snow about me;
+and when I recovered consciousness, I found myself in the middle of a
+round hole, where I stood shouting as long as I could. But the sun was
+rising, so I had very little chance of being heard. Was there any one
+in the fields yet? I pulled myself up, using my feet as a spring,
+resting on one of the dead, whose ribs were firm. You may suppose that
+this was not the moment for saying, 'Respect courage in misfortune!'
+In short, monsieur, after enduring the anguish, if the word is strong
+enough for my frenzy, of seeing for a long time, yes, quite a long
+time, those cursed Germans flying from a voice they heard where they
+could see no one, I was dug out by a woman, who was brave or curious
+enough to come close to my head, which must have looked as though it
+had sprouted from the ground like a mushroom. This woman went to fetch
+her husband, and between them they got me to their poor hovel.
+
+"It would seem that I must have again fallen into a catalepsy--allow
+me to use the word to describe a state of which I have no idea, but
+which, from the account given by my hosts, I suppose to have been the
+effect of that malady. I remained for six months between life and
+death; not speaking, or, if I spoke, talking in delirium. At last, my
+hosts got me admitted to the hospital at Heilsberg.
+
+"You will understand, Monsieur, that I came out of the womb of the
+grave as naked as I came from my mother's; so that six months
+afterwards, when I remembered, one fine morning, that I had been
+Colonel Chabert, and when, on recovering my wits, I tried to exact
+from my nurse rather more respect than she paid to any poor devil, all
+my companions in the ward began to laugh. Luckily for me, the surgeon,
+out of professional pride, had answered for my cure, and was naturally
+interested in his patient. When I told him coherently about my former
+life, this good man, named Sparchmann, signed a deposition, drawn up
+in the legal form of his country, giving an account of the miraculous
+way in which I had escaped from the trench dug for the dead, the day
+and hour when I had been found by my benefactress and her husband, the
+nature and exact spot of my injuries, adding to these documents a
+description of my person.
+
+"Well, monsieur, I have neither these important pieces of evidence,
+nor the declaration I made before a notary at Heilsberg, with a view
+to establishing my identity. From the day when I was turned out of
+that town by the events of the war, I have wandered about like a
+vagabond, begging my bread, treated as a madman when I have told my
+story, without ever having found or earned a sou to enable me to
+recover the deeds which would prove my statements, and restore me to
+society. My sufferings have often kept me for six months at a time in
+some little town, where every care was taken of the invalid Frenchman,
+but where he was laughed at to his face as soon as he said he was
+Colonel Chabert. For a long time that laughter, those doubts, used to
+put me into rages which did me harm, and which even led to my being
+locked up at Stuttgart as a madman. And indeed, as you may judge from
+my story, there was ample reason for shutting a man up.
+
+"At the end of two years' detention, which I was compelled to submit
+to, after hearing my keepers say a thousand times, 'Here is a poor man
+who thinks he is Colonel Chabert' to people who would reply, 'Poor
+fellow!' I became convinced of the impossibility of my own adventure.
+I grew melancholy, resigned, and quiet, and gave up calling myself
+Colonel Chabert, in order to get out of my prison, and see France once
+more. Oh, monsieur! To see Paris again was a delirium which I----"
+
+Without finishing his sentence, Colonel Chabert fell into a deep
+study, which Derville respected.
+
+"One fine day," his visitor resumed, "one spring day, they gave me the
+key of the fields, as we say, and ten thalers, admitting that I talked
+quite sensibly on all subjects, and no longer called myself Colonel
+Chabert. On my honor, at that time, and even to this day, sometimes I
+hate my name. I wish I were not myself. The sense of my rights kills
+me. If my illness had but deprived me of all memory of my past life, I
+could be happy. I should have entered the service again under any
+name, no matter what, and should, perhaps, have been made Field-
+Marshal in Austria or Russia. Who knows?"
+
+"Monsieur," said the attorney, "you have upset all my ideas. I feel as
+if I heard you in a dream. Pause for a moment, I beg of you."
+
+"You are the only person," said the Colonel, with a melancholy look,
+"who ever listened to me so patiently. No lawyer has been willing to
+lend me ten napoleons to enable me to procure from Germany the
+necessary documents to begin my lawsuit--"
+
+"What lawsuit?" said the attorney, who had forgotten his client's
+painful position in listening to the narrative of his past sufferings.
+
+"Why, monsieur, is not the Comtesse Ferraud my wife? She has thirty
+thousand francs a year, which belong to me, and she will not give me a
+son. When I tell lawyers these things--men of sense; when I propose--
+I, a beggar--to bring action against a Count and Countess; when I--a
+dead man--bring up as against a certificate of death a certificate of
+marriage and registers of births, they show me out, either with the
+air of cold politeness, which you all know how to assume to rid
+yourself of a hapless wretch, or brutally, like men who think they
+have to deal with a swindler or a madman--it depends on their nature.
+I have been buried under the dead; but now I am buried under the
+living, under papers, under facts, under the whole of society, which
+wants to shove me underground again!"
+
+"Pray resume your narrative," said Derville.
+
+" 'Pray resume it!' " cried the hapless old man, taking the young
+lawyer's hand. "That is the first polite word I have heard since----"
+
+The Colonel wept. Gratitude choked his voice. The appealing and
+unutterable eloquence that lies in the eyes, in a gesture, even in
+silence, entirely convinced Derville, and touched him deeply.
+
+"Listen, monsieur," said he; "I have this evening won three hundred
+francs at cards. I may very well lay out half that sum in making a man
+happy. I will begin the inquiries and researches necessary to obtain
+the documents of which you speak, and until they arrive I will give
+you five francs a day. If you are Colonel Chabert, you will pardon the
+smallness of the loan as it is coming from a young man who has his
+fortune to make. Proceed."
+
+The Colonel, as he called himself, sat for a moment motionless and
+bewildered; the depth of his woes had no doubt destroyed his powers of
+belief. Though he was eager in pursuit of his military distinction, of
+his fortune, of himself, perhaps it was in obedience to the
+inexplicable feeling, the latent germ in every man's heart, to which
+we owe the experiments of alchemists, the passion for glory, the
+discoveries of astronomy and of physics, everything which prompts man
+to expand his being by multiplying himself through deeds or ideas. In
+his mind the /Ego/ was now but a secondary object, just as the vanity
+of success or the pleasures of winning become dearer to the gambler
+than the object he has at stake. The young lawyer's words were as a
+miracle to this man, for ten years repudiated by his wife, by justice,
+by the whole social creation. To find in a lawyer's office the ten
+gold pieces which had so long been refused him by so many people, and
+in so many ways! The colonel was like the lady who, having been ill of
+a fever for fifteen years, fancied she had some fresh complaint when
+she was cured. There are joys in which we have ceased to believe; they
+fall on us, it is like a thunderbolt; they burn us. The poor man's
+gratitude was too great to find utterance. To superficial observers he
+seemed cold, but Derville saw complete honesty under this amazement. A
+swindler would have found his voice.
+
+"Where was I?" said the Colonel, with the simplicity of a child or of
+a soldier, for there is often something of the child in a true
+soldier, and almost always something of the soldier in a child,
+especially in France.
+
+"At Stuttgart. You were out of prison," said Derville.
+
+"You know my wife?" asked the Colonel.
+
+"Yes," said Derville, with a bow.
+
+"What is she like?"
+
+"Still quite charming."
+
+The old man held up his hand, and seemed to be swallowing down some
+secret anguish with the grave and solemn resignation that is
+characteristic of men who have stood the ordeal of blood and fire on
+the battlefield.
+
+"Monsieur," said he, with a sort of cheerfulness--for he breathed
+again, the poor Colonel; he had again risen from the grave; he had
+just melted a covering of snow less easily thawed than that which had
+once before frozen his head; and he drew a deep breath, as if he had
+just escaped from a dungeon--"Monsieur, if I had been a handsome young
+fellow, none of my misfortunes would have befallen me. Women believe
+in men when they flavor their speeches with the word Love. They hurry
+then, they come, they go, they are everywhere at once; they intrigue,
+they assert facts, they play the very devil for a man who takes their
+fancy. But how could I interest a woman? I had a face like a Requiem.
+I was dressed like a /sans-culotte/. I was more like an Esquimaux than
+a Frenchman--I, who had formerly been considered one of the smartest
+of fops in 1799!--I, Chabert, Count of the Empire.
+
+"Well, on the very day when I was turned out into the streets like a
+dog, I met the quartermaster of whom I just now spoke. This old
+soldier's name was Boutin. The poor devil and I made the queerest pair
+of broken-down hacks I ever set eyes on. I met him out walking; but
+though I recognized him, he could not possibly guess who I was. We
+went into a tavern together. In there, when I told him my name,
+Boutin's mouth opened from ear to ear in a roar of laughter, like the
+bursting of a mortar. That mirth, monsieur, was one of the keenest
+pangs I have known. It told me without disguise how great were the
+changes in me! I was, then, unrecognizable even to the humblest and
+most grateful of my former friends!
+
+"I had once saved Boutin's life, but it was only the repayment of a
+debt I owed him. I need not tell you how he did me this service; it
+was at Ravenna, in Italy. The house where Boutin prevented my being
+stabbed was not extremely respectable. At that time I was not a
+colonel, but, like Boutin himself, a common trooper. Happily there
+were certain details of this adventure which could be known only to us
+two, and when I recalled them to his mind his incredulity diminished.
+I then told him the story of my singular experiences. Although my eyes
+and my voice, he told me, were strangely altered, although I had
+neither hair, teeth, nor eyebrows, and was as colorless as an Albino,
+he at last recognized his Colonel in the beggar, after a thousand
+questions, which I answered triumphantly.
+
+"He related his adventures; they were not less extraordinary than my
+own; he had lately come back from the frontiers of China, which he had
+tried to cross after escaping from Siberia. He told me of the
+catastrophe of the Russian campaign, and of Napoleon's first
+abdication. That news was one of the things which caused me most
+anguish!
+
+"We were two curious derelicts, having been rolled over the globe as
+pebbles are rolled by the ocean when storms bear them from shore to
+shore. Between us we had seen Egypt, Syria, Spain, Russia, Holland,
+Germany, Italy and Dalmatia, England, China, Tartary, Siberia; the
+only thing wanting was that neither of us had been to America or the
+Indies. Finally, Boutin, who still was more locomotive than I,
+undertook to go to Paris as quickly as might be to inform my wife of
+the predicament in which I was. I wrote a long letter full of details
+to Madame Chabert. That, monsieur, was the fourth! If I had had any
+relations, perhaps nothing of all this might have happened; but, to be
+frank with you, I am but a workhouse child, a soldier, whose sole
+fortune was his courage, whose sole family is mankind at large, whose
+country is France, whose only protector is the Almighty.--Nay, I am
+wrong! I had a father--the Emperor! Ah! if he were but here, the dear
+man! If he could see /his Chabert/, as he used to call me, in the
+state in which I am now, he would be in a rage! What is to be done?
+Our sun is set, and we are all out in the cold now. After all,
+political events might account for my wife's silence!
+
+"Boutin set out. He was a lucky fellow! He had two bears, admirably
+trained, which brought him in a living. I could not go with him; the
+pain I suffered forbade my walking long stages. I wept, monsieur, when
+we parted, after I had gone as far as my state allowed in company with
+him and his bears. At Carlsruhe I had an attack of neuralgia in the
+head, and lay for six weeks on straw in an inn. I should never have
+ended if I were to tell you all the distresses of my life as a beggar.
+Moral suffering, before which physical suffering pales, nevertheless
+excites less pity, because it is not seen. I remember shedding tears,
+as I stood in front of a fine house in Strassburg where once I had
+given an entertainment, and where nothing was given me, not even a
+piece of bread. Having agreed with Boutin on the road I was to take, I
+went to every post-office to ask if there were a letter or some money
+for me. I arrived at Paris without having found either. What despair I
+had been forced to endure! 'Boutin must be dead! I told myself, and in
+fact the poor fellow was killed at Waterloo. I heard of his death
+later, and by mere chance. His errand to my wife had, of course, been
+fruitless.
+
+"At last I entered Paris--with the Cossacks. To me this was grief on
+grief. On seeing the Russians in France, I quite forgot that I had no
+shoes on my feet nor money in my pocket. Yes, monsieur, my clothes
+were in tatters. The evening before I reached Paris I was obliged to
+bivouac in the woods of Claye. The chill of the night air no doubt
+brought on an attack of some nameless complaint which seized me as I
+was crossing the Faubourg Saint-Martin. I dropped almost senseless at
+the door of an ironmonger's shop. When I recovered I was in a bed in
+the Hotel-Dieu. There I stayed very contentedly for about a month. I
+was then turned out; I had no money, but I was well, and my feet were
+on the good stones of Paris. With what delight and haste did I make my
+way to the Rue du Mont-Blanc, where my wife should be living in a
+house belonging to me! Bah! the Rue du Mont-Blanc was now the Rue de
+la Chausee d'Antin; I could not find my house; it had been sold and
+pulled down. Speculators had built several houses over my gardens. Not
+knowing that my wife had married M. Ferraud, I could obtain no
+information.
+
+"At last I went to the house of an old lawyer who had been in charge
+of my affairs. This worthy man was dead, after selling his connection
+to a younger man. This gentleman informed me, to my great surprise, of
+the administration of my estate, the settlement of the moneys, of my
+wife's marriage, and the birth of her two children. When I told him
+that I was Colonel Chabert, he laughed so heartily that I left him
+without saying another word. My detention at Stuttgart had suggested
+possibilities of Charenton, and I determined to act with caution.
+Then, monsieur, knowing where my wife lived, I went to her house, my
+heart high with hope.--Well," said the Colonel, with a gesture of
+concentrated fury, "when I called under an assumed name I was not
+admitted, and on the day when I used my own I was turned out of doors.
+
+"To see the Countess come home from a ball or the play in the early
+morning, I have sat whole nights through, crouching close to the wall
+of her gateway. My eyes pierced the depths of the carriage, which
+flashed past me with the swiftness of lightning, and I caught a
+glimpse of the woman who is my wife and no longer mine. Oh, from that
+day I have lived for vengeance!" cried the old man in a hollow voice,
+and suddenly standing up in front of Derville. "She knows that I am
+alive; since my return she has had two letters written with my own
+hand. She loves me no more!--I--I know not whether I love or hate her.
+I long for her and curse her by turns. To me she owes all her fortune,
+all her happiness; well, she has not sent me the very smallest
+pittance. Sometimes I do not know what will become of me!"
+
+With these words the veteran dropped on to his chair again and
+remained motionless. Derville sat in silence, studying his client.
+
+"It is a serious business," he said at length, mechanically. "Even
+granting the genuineness of the documents to be procured from
+Heilsberg, it is not proved to me that we can at once win our case. It
+must go before three tribunals in succession. I must think such a
+matter over with a clear head; it is quite exceptional."
+
+"Oh," said the Colonel, coldly, with a haughty jerk of his head, "if I
+fail, I can die--but not alone."
+
+The feeble old man had vanished. The eyes were those of a man of
+energy, lighted up with the spark of desire and revenge.
+
+"We must perhaps compromise," said the lawyer.
+
+"Compromise!" echoed Colonel Chabert. "Am I dead, or am I alive?"
+
+"I hope, monsieur," the attorney went on, "that you will follow my
+advice. Your cause is mine. You will soon perceive the interest I take
+in your situation, almost unexampled in judicial records. For the
+moment I will give you a letter to my notary, who will pay to your
+order fifty francs every ten days. It would be unbecoming for you to
+come here to receive alms. If you are Colonel Chabert, you ought to be
+at no man's mercy. I shall record these advances as a loan; you have
+estates to recover; you are rich."
+
+This delicate compassion brought tears to the old man's eyes. Derville
+rose hastily, for it was perhaps not correct for a lawyer to show
+emotion; he went into the adjoining room, and came back with an
+unsealed letter, which he gave to the Colonel. When the poor man held
+it in his hand, he felt through the paper two gold pieces.
+
+"Will you be good enough to describe the documents, and tell me the
+name of the town, and in what kingdom?" said the lawyer.
+
+The Colonel dictated the information, and verified the spelling of the
+names of places; then he took his hat in one hand, looked at Derville,
+and held out the other--a horny hand, saying with much simplicity:
+
+"On my honor, sir, after the Emperor, you are the man to whom I shall
+owe most. You are a splendid fellow!"
+
+The attorney clapped his hand into the Colonel's, saw him to the
+stairs, and held a light for him.
+
+"Boucard," said Derville to his head clerk, "I have just listened to a
+tale that may cost me five and twenty louis. If I am robbed, I shall
+not regret the money, for I shall have seen the most consummate actor
+of the day."
+
+When the Colonel was in the street and close to a lamp, he took the
+two twenty-franc pieces out of the letter and looked at them for a
+moment under the light. It was the first gold he had seen for nine
+years.
+
+"I may smoke cigars!" he said to himself.
+
+
+
+About three months after this interview, at night, in Derville's room,
+the notary commissioned to advance the half-pay on Derville's account
+to his eccentric client, came to consult the attorney on a serious
+matter, and began by begging him to refund the six hundred francs that
+the old soldier had received.
+
+"Are you amusing yourself with pensioning the old army?" said the
+notary, laughing--a young man named Crottat, who had just bought up
+the office in which he had been head clerk, his chief having fled in
+consequence of a disastrous bankruptcy.
+
+"I have to thank you, my dear sir, for reminding me of that affair,"
+replied Derville. "My philanthropy will not carry me beyond twenty-
+five louis; I have, I fear, already been the dupe of my patriotism."
+
+As Derville finished the sentence, he saw on his desk the papers his
+head clerk had laid out for him. His eye was struck by the appearance
+of the stamps--long, square, and triangular, in red and blue ink,
+which distinguished a letter that had come through the Prussian,
+Austrian, Bavarian, and French post-offices.
+
+"Ah ha!" said he with a laugh, "here is the last act of the comedy;
+now we shall see if I have been taken in!"
+
+He took up the letter and opened it; but he could not read it; it was
+written in German.
+
+"Boucard, go yourself and have this letter translated, and bring it
+back immediately," said Derville, half opening his study door, and
+giving the letter to the head clerk.
+
+The notary at Berlin, to whom the lawyer had written, informed him
+that the documents he had been requested to forward would arrive
+within a few days of this note announcing them. They were, he said,
+all perfectly regular and duly witnessed, and legally stamped to serve
+as evidence in law. He also informed him that almost all the witnesses
+to the facts recorded under these affidavits were still to be found at
+Eylau, in Prussia, and that the woman to whom M. le Comte Chabert owed
+his life was still living in a suburb of Heilsberg.
+
+"This looks like business," cried Derville, when Boucard had given him
+the substance of the letter. "But look here, my boy," he went on,
+addressing the notary, "I shall want some information which ought to
+exist in your office. Was it not that old rascal Roguin--?"
+
+"We will say that unfortunate, that ill-used Roguin," interrupted
+Alexandre Crottat with a laugh.
+
+"Well, was it not that ill-used man who has just carried off eight
+hundred thousand francs of his clients' money, and reduced several
+families to despair, who effected the settlement of Chabert's estate?
+I fancy I have seen that in the documents in our case of Ferraud."
+
+"Yes," said Crottat. "It was when I was third clerk; I copied the
+papers and studied them thoroughly. Rose Chapotel, wife and widow of
+Hyacinthe, called Chabert, Count of the Empire, grand officer of the
+Legion of Honor. They had married without settlement; thus, they held
+all the property in common. To the best of my recollections, the
+personalty was about six hundred thousand francs. Before his marriage,
+Colonel Chabert had made a will in favor of the hospitals of Paris, by
+which he left them one-quarter of the fortune he might possess at the
+time of his decease, the State to take the other quarter. The will was
+contested, there was a forced sale, and then a division, for the
+attorneys went at a pace. At the time of the settlement the monster
+who was then governing France handed over to the widow, by special
+decree, the portion bequeathed to the treasury."
+
+"So that Comte Chabert's personal fortune was no more than three
+hundred thousand francs?"
+
+"Consequently so it was, old fellow!" said Crottat. "You lawyers
+sometimes are very clear-headed, though you are accused of false
+practices in pleading for one side or the other."
+
+Colonel Chabert, whose address was written at the bottom of the first
+receipt he had given the notary, was lodging in the Faubourg Saint-
+Marceau, Rue du Petit-Banquier, with an old quartermaster of the
+Imperial Guard, now a cowkeeper, named Vergniaud. Having reached the
+spot, Derville was obliged to go on foot in search of his client, for
+his coachman declined to drive along an unpaved street, where the ruts
+were rather too deep for cab wheels. Looking about him on all sides,
+the lawyer at last discovered at the end of the street nearest to the
+boulevard, between two walls built of bones and mud, two shabby stone
+gate-posts, much knocked about by carts, in spite of two wooden stumps
+that served as blocks. These posts supported a cross beam with a
+penthouse coping of tiles, and on the beam, in red letters, were the
+words, "Vergniaud, dairyman." To the right of this inscription were
+some eggs, to the left a cow, all painted in white. The gate was open,
+and no doubt remained open all day. Beyond a good-sized yard there was
+a house facing the gate, if indeed the name of house may be applied to
+one of the hovels built in the neighborhood of Paris, which are like
+nothing else, not even the most wretched dwellings in the country, of
+which they have all the poverty without their poetry.
+
+Indeed, in the midst of the fields, even a hovel may have a certain
+grace derived from the pure air, the verdure, the open country--a
+hill, a serpentine road, vineyards, quickset hedges, moss-grown thatch
+and rural implements; but poverty in Paris gains dignity only by
+horror. Though recently built, this house seemed ready to fall into
+ruins. None of its materials had found a legitimate use; they had been
+collected from the various demolitions which are going on every day in
+Paris. On a shutter made of the boards of a shop-sign Derville read
+the words, "Fancy Goods." The windows were all mismatched and
+grotesquely placed. The ground floor, which seemed to be the habitable
+part, was on one side raised above the soil, and on the other sunk in
+the rising ground. Between the gate and the house lay a puddle full of
+stable litter, into which flowed the rain-water and house waste. The
+back wall of this frail construction, which seemed rather more solidly
+built than the rest, supported a row of barred hutches, where rabbits
+bred their numerous families. To the right of the gate was the
+cowhouse, with a loft above for fodder; it communicated with the house
+through the dairy. To the left was a poultry yard, with a stable and
+pig-styes, the roofs finished, like that of the house, with rough deal
+boards nailed so as to overlap, and shabbily thatched with rushes.
+
+Like most of the places where the elements of the huge meal daily
+devoured by Paris are every day prepared, the yard Derville now
+entered showed traces of the hurry that comes of the necessity for
+being ready at a fixed hour. The large pot-bellied tin cans in which
+milk is carried, and the little pots for cream, were flung pell-mell
+at the dairy door, with their linen-covered stoppers. The rags that
+were used to clean them, fluttered in the sunshine, riddled with
+holes, hanging to strings fastened to poles. The placid horse, of a
+breed known only to milk-women, had gone a few steps from the cart,
+and was standing in front of the stable, the door being shut. A goat
+was munching the shoots of a starved and dusty vine that clung to the
+cracked yellow wall of the house. A cat, squatting on the cream jars,
+was licking them over. The fowls, scared by Derville's approach,
+scuttered away screaming, and the watch-dog barked.
+
+"And the man who decided the victory at Eylau is to be found here!"
+said Derville to himself, as his eyes took in at a glance the general
+effect of the squalid scene.
+
+The house had been left in charge of three little boys. One, who had
+climbed to the top of the cart loaded with hay, was pitching stones
+into the chimney of a neighboring house, in the hope that they might
+fall into a saucepan; another was trying to get a pig into a cart, to
+hoist it by making the whole thing tilt. When Derville asked them if
+M. Chabert lived there, neither of them replied, but all three looked
+at him with a sort of bright stupidity, if I may combine those two
+words. Derville repeated his questions, but without success. Provoked
+by the saucy cunning of these three imps, he abused them with the sort
+of pleasantry which young men think they have the right to address to
+little boys, and they broke the silence with a horse-laugh. Then
+Derville was angry.
+
+The Colonel, hearing him, now came out of the little low room, close
+to the dairy, and stood on the threshold of his doorway with
+indescribable military coolness. He had in his mouth a very finely-
+colored pipe--a technical phrase to a smoker--a humble, short clay
+pipe of the kind called "/brule-queule/." He lifted the peak of a
+dreadfully greasy cloth cap, saw Derville, and came straight across
+the midden to join his benefactor the sooner, calling out in friendly
+tones to the boys:
+
+"Silence in the ranks!"
+
+The children at once kept a respectful silence, which showed the power
+the old soldier had over them.
+
+"Why did you not write to me?" he said to Derville. "Go along by the
+cowhouse! There--the path is paved there," he exclaimed, seeing the
+lawyer's hesitancy, for he did not wish to wet his feet in the manure
+heap.
+
+Jumping from one dry spot to another, Derville reached the door by
+which the Colonel had come out. Chabert seemed but ill pleased at
+having to receive him in the bed-room he occupied; and, in fact,
+Derville found but one chair there. The Colonel's bed consisted of
+some trusses of straw, over which his hostess had spread two or three
+of those old fragments of carpet, picked up heaven knows where, which
+milk-women use to cover the seats of their carts. The floor was simply
+the trodden earth. The walls, sweating salt-petre, green with mould,
+and full of cracks, were so excessively damp that on the side where
+the Colonel's bed was a reed mat had been nailed. The famous box-coat
+hung on a nail. Two pairs of old boots lay in a corner. There was not
+a sign of linen. On the worm-eaten table the /Bulletins de la Grande
+Armee/, reprinted by Plancher, lay open, and seemed to be the
+Colonel's reading; his countenance was calm and serene in the midst of
+this squalor. His visit to Derville seemed to have altered his
+features; the lawyer perceived in them traces of a happy feeling, a
+particular gleam set there by hope.
+
+"Does the smell of the pipe annoy you?" he said, placing the
+dilapidated straw-bottomed chair for his lawyer.
+
+"But, Colonel, you are dreadfully uncomfortable here!"
+
+The speech was wrung from Derville by the distrust natural to lawyers,
+and the deplorable experience which they derive early in life from the
+appalling and obscure tragedies at which they look on.
+
+"Here," said he to himself, "is a man who has of course spent my money
+in satisfying a trooper's three theological virtues--play, wine, and
+women!"
+
+"To be sure, monsieur, we are not distinguished for luxury here. It is
+a camp lodging, tempered by friendship, but----" And the soldier shot
+a deep glance at the man of law--"I have done no one wrong, I have
+never turned my back on anybody, and I sleep in peace."
+
+Derville reflected that there would be some want of delicacy in asking
+his client to account for the sums of money he had advanced, so he
+merely said:
+
+"But why would you not come to Paris, where you might have lived as
+cheaply as you do here, but where you would have been better lodged?"
+
+"Why," replied the Colonel, "the good folks with whom I am living had
+taken me in and fed me /gratis/ for a year. How could I leave them
+just when I had a little money? Besides, the father of those three
+pickles is an old /Egyptian/--"
+
+"An Egyptian!"
+
+"We give that name to the troopers who came back from the expedition
+into Egypt, of which I was one. Not merely are all who get back
+brothers; Vergniaud was in my regiment. We have shared a draught of
+water in the desert; and besides, I have not yet finished teaching his
+brats to read."
+
+"He might have lodged you better for your money," said Derville.
+
+"Bah!" said the Colonel, "his children sleep on the straw as I do. He
+and his wife have no better bed; they are very poor you see. They have
+taken a bigger business than they can manage. But if I recover my
+fortune . . . However, it does very well."
+
+"Colonel, to-morrow or the next day, I shall receive your papers from
+Heilsberg. The woman who dug you out is still alive!"
+
+"Curse the money! To think I haven't got any!" he cried, flinging his
+pipe on the ground.
+
+Now, a well-colored pipe is to a smoker a precious possession; but the
+impulse was so natural, the emotion so generous, that every smoker,
+and the excise office itself, would have pardoned this crime of
+treason to tobacco. Perhaps the angels may have picked up the pieces.
+
+"Colonel, it is an exceedingly complicated business," said Derville as
+they left the room to walk up and down in the sunshine.
+
+"To me," said the soldier, "it appears exceedingly simple. I was
+thought to be dead, and here I am! Give me back my wife and my
+fortune; give me the rank of General, to which I have a right, for I
+was made Colonel of the Imperial Guard the day before the battle of
+Eylau."
+
+"Things are not done so in the legal world," said Derville. "Listen to
+me. You are Colonel Chabert, I am glad to think it; but it has to be
+proved judicially to persons whose interest it will be to deny it.
+Hence, your papers will be disputed. That contention will give rise to
+ten or twelve preliminary inquiries. Every question will be sent under
+contradiction up to the supreme court, and give rise to so many costly
+suits, which will hang on for a long time, however eagerly I may push
+them. Your opponents will demand an inquiry, which we cannot refuse,
+and which may necessitate the sending of a commission of investigation
+to Prussia. But even if we hope for the best; supposing that justice
+should at once recognize you as Colonel Chabert--can we know how the
+questions will be settled that will arise out of the very innocent
+bigamy committed by the Comtesse Ferraud?
+
+"In your case, the point of law is unknown to the Code, and can only
+be decided as a point in equity, as a jury decides in the delicate
+cases presented by the social eccentricities of some criminal
+prosecutions. Now, you had no children by your marriage; M. le Comte
+Ferraud has two. The judges might pronounce against the marriage where
+the family ties are weakest, to the confirmation of that where they
+are stronger, since it was contracted in perfect good faith. Would you
+be in a very becoming moral position if you insisted, at your age, and
+in your present circumstances, in resuming your rights over a woman
+who no longer loves you? You will have both your wife and her husband
+against you, two important persons who might influence the Bench.
+Thus, there are many elements which would prolong the case; you will
+have time to grow old in the bitterest regrets."
+
+"And my fortune?"
+
+"Do you suppose you had a fine fortune?"
+
+"Had I not thirty thousand francs a year?"
+
+"My dear Colonel, in 1799 you made a will before your marriage,
+leaving one-quarter of your property to hospitals."
+
+"That is true."
+
+"Well, when you were reported dead, it was necessary to make a
+valuation, and have a sale, to give this quarter away. Your wife was
+not particular about honesty as to the poor. The valuation, in which
+she no doubt took care not to include the ready money or jewelry, or
+too much of the plate, and in which the furniture would be estimated
+at two-thirds of its actual cost, either to benefit her, or to lighten
+the succession duty, and also because a valuer can be held responsible
+for the declared value--the valuation thus made stood at six hundred
+thousand francs. Your wife had a right of half for her share.
+Everything was sold and bought in by her; she got something out of it
+all, and the hospitals got their seventy-five thousand francs. Then,
+as the remainder went to the State, since you had made no mention of
+your wife in your will, the Emperor restored to your widow by decree
+the residue which would have reverted to the Exchequer. So, now, what
+can you claim? Three hundred thousand francs, no more, and minus the
+costs."
+
+"And you call that justice!" said the Colonel, in dismay.
+
+"Why, certainly--"
+
+"A pretty kind of justice!"
+
+"So it is, my dear Colonel. You see, that what you thought so easy is
+not so. Madame Ferraud might even choose to keep the sum given to her
+by the Emperor."
+
+"But she was not a widow. The decree is utterly void----"
+
+"I agree with you. But every case can get a hearing. Listen to me. I
+think that under these circumstances a compromise would be both for
+her and for you the best solution of the question. You will gain by it
+a more considerable sum than you can prove a right to."
+
+"That would be to sell my wife!"
+
+"With twenty-four thousand francs a year you could find a woman who,
+in the position in which you are, would suit you better than your own
+wife, and make you happier. I propose going this very day to see the
+Comtesse Ferraud and sounding the ground; but I would not take such a
+step without giving you due notice."
+
+"Let us go together."
+
+"What, just as you are?" said the lawyer. "No, my dear Colonel, no.
+You might lose your case on the spot."
+
+"Can I possibly gain it?"
+
+"On every count," replied Derville. "But, my dear Colonel Chabert, you
+overlook one thing. I am not rich; the price of my connection is not
+wholly paid up. If the bench should allow you a maintenance, that is
+to say, a sum advanced on your prospects, they will not do so till you
+have proved that you are Comte Chabert, grand officer of the Legion of
+Honor."
+
+"To be sure, I am a grand officer of the Legion of Honor; I had
+forgotten that," said he simply.
+
+"Well, until then," Derville went on, "will you not have to engage
+pleaders, to have documents copied, to keep the underlings of the law
+going, and to support yourself? The expenses of the preliminary
+inquiries will, at a rough guess, amount to ten or twelve thousand
+francs. I have not so much to lend you--I am crushed as it is by the
+enormous interest I have to pay on the money I borrowed to buy my
+business; and you?--Where can you find it."
+
+Large tears gathered in the poor veteran's faded eyes, and rolled down
+his withered cheeks. This outlook of difficulties discouraged him. The
+social and the legal world weighed on his breast like a nightmare.
+
+"I will go to the foot of the Vendome column!" he cried. "I will call
+out: 'I am Colonel Chabert who rode through the Russian square at
+Eylau!'--The statue--he--he will know me."
+
+"And you will find yourself in Charenton."
+
+At this terrible name the soldier's transports collapsed.
+
+"And will there be no hope for me at the Ministry of War?"
+
+"The war office!" said Derville. "Well, go there; but take a formal
+legal opinion with you, nullifying the certificate of your death. The
+government offices would be only too glad if they could annihilate the
+men of the Empire."
+
+The Colonel stood for a while, speechless, motionless, his eyes fixed,
+but seeing nothing, sunk in bottomless despair. Military justice is
+ready and swift; it decides with Turk-like finality, and almost always
+rightly. This was the only justice known to Chabert. As he saw the
+labyrinth of difficulties into which he must plunge, and how much
+money would be required for the journey, the poor old soldier was
+mortally hit in that power peculiar to man, and called the Will. He
+thought it would be impossible to live as party to a lawsuit; it
+seemed a thousand times simpler to remain poor and a beggar, or to
+enlist as a trooper if any regiment would pass him.
+
+His physical and mental sufferings had already impaired his bodily
+health in some of the most important organs. He was on the verge of
+one of those maladies for which medicine has no name, and of which the
+seat is in some degree variable, like the nervous system itself, the
+part most frequently attacked of the whole human machine, a malady
+which may be designated as the heart-sickness of the unfortunate.
+However serious this invisible but real disorder might already be, it
+could still be cured by a happy issue. But a fresh obstacle, an
+unexpected incident, would be enough to wreck this vigorous
+constitution, to break the weakened springs, and produce the
+hesitancy, the aimless, unfinished movements, which physiologists know
+well in men undermined by grief.
+
+Derville, detecting in his client the symptoms of extreme dejection,
+said to him:
+
+"Take courage; the end of the business cannot fail to be in your
+favor. Only, consider whether you can give me your whole confidence
+and blindly accept the result I may think best for your interests."
+
+"Do what you will," said Chabert.
+
+"Yes, but you surrender yourself to me like a man marching to his
+death."
+
+"Must I not be left to live without a position, without a name? Is
+that endurable?"
+
+"That is not my view of it," said the lawyer. "We will try a friendly
+suit, to annul both your death certificate and your marriage, so as to
+put you in possession of your rights. You may even, by Comte Ferraud's
+intervention, have your name replaced on the army list as general, and
+no doubt you will get a pension."
+
+"Well, proceed then," said Chabert. "I put myself entirely in your
+hands."
+
+"I will send you a power of attorney to sign," said Derville. "Good-
+bye. Keep up your courage. If you want money, rely on me."
+
+Chabert warmly wrung the lawyer's hand, and remained standing with his
+back against the wall, not having the energy to follow him excepting
+with his eyes. Like all men who know but little of legal matters, he
+was frightened by this unforeseen struggle.
+
+During their interview, several times, the figure of a man posted in
+the street had come forward from behind one of the gate-pillars,
+watching for Derville to depart, and he now accosted the lawyer. He
+was an old man, wearing a blue waistcoat and a white-pleated kilt,
+like a brewer's; on his head was an otter-skin cap. His face was
+tanned, hollow-cheeked, and wrinkled, but ruddy on the cheek-bones by
+hard work and exposure to the open air.
+
+"Asking your pardon, sir," said he, taking Derville by the arm, "if I
+take the liberty of speaking to you. But I fancied, from the look of
+you, that you were a friend of our General's."
+
+"And what then?" replied Derville. "What concern have you with him?--
+But who are you?" said the cautious lawyer.
+
+"I am Louis Vergniaud," he replied at once. "I have a few words to say
+to you."
+
+"So you are the man who has lodged Comte Chabert as I have found him?"
+
+"Asking your pardon, sir, he has the best room. I would have given him
+mine if I had had but one; I could have slept in the stable. A man who
+has suffered as he has, who teaches my kids to read, a general, an
+Egyptian, the first lieutenant I ever served under--What do you think?
+--Of us all, he is best served. I shared what I had with him.
+Unfortunately, it is not much to boast of--bread, milk, eggs. Well,
+well; it's neighbors' fare, sir. And he is heartily welcome.--But he
+has hurt our feelings."
+
+"He?"
+
+"Yes, sir, hurt our feelings. To be plain with you, I have taken a
+larger business than I can manage, and he saw it. Well, it worried
+him; he must needs mind the horse! I says to him, 'Really,
+General----' 'Bah!' says he, 'I am not going to eat my head off doing
+nothing. I learned to rub a horse down many a year ago.'--I had some
+bills out for the purchase money of my dairy--a fellow named Grados--
+Do you know him, sir?"
+
+"But, my good man, I have not time to listen to your story. Only tell
+me how the Colonel offended you."
+
+"He hurt our feelings, sir, as sure as my name is Louis Vergniaud, and
+my wife cried about it. He heard from our neighbors that we had not a
+sou to begin to meet the bills with. The old soldier, as he is, he
+saved up all you gave him, he watched for the bill to come in, and he
+paid it. Such a trick! While my wife and me, we knew he had no
+tobacco, poor old boy, and went without.--Oh! now--yes, he has his
+cigar every morning! I would sell my soul for it--No, we are hurt.
+Well, so I wanted to ask you--for he said you were a good sort--to
+lend us a hundred crowns on the stock, so that we may get him some
+clothes, and furnish his room. He thought he was getting us out of
+debt, you see? Well, it's just the other way; the old man is running
+us into debt--and hurt our feelings!--He ought not to have stolen a
+march on us like that. And we his friends, too!--On my word as an
+honest man, as sure as my name is Louis Vergniaud, I would sooner sell
+up and enlist than fail to pay you back your money----"
+
+Derville looked at the dairyman, and stepped back a few paces to
+glance at the house, the yard, the manure-pool, the cowhouse, the
+rabbits, the children.
+
+"On my honor, I believe it is characteristic of virtue to have nothing
+to do with riches!" thought he.
+
+"All right, you shall have your hundred crowns, and more. But I shall
+not give them to you; the Colonel will be rich enough to help, and I
+will not deprive him of the pleasure."
+
+"And will that be soon?"
+
+"Why, yes."
+
+"Ah, dear God! how glad my wife will be!" and the cowkeeper's tanned
+face seemed to expand.
+
+"Now," said Derville to himself, as he got into his cab again, "let us
+call on our opponent. We must not show our hand, but try to see hers,
+and win the game at one stroke. She must be frightened. She is a
+woman. Now, what frightens women most? A woman is afraid of nothing
+but . . ."
+
+And he set to work to study the Countess' position, falling into one
+of those brown studies to which great politicians give themselves up
+when concocting their own plans and trying to guess the secrets of a
+hostile Cabinet. Are not attorneys, in a way, statesmen in charge of
+private affairs?
+
+But a brief survey of the situation in which the Comte Ferraud and his
+wife now found themselves is necessary for a comprehension of the
+lawyer's cleverness.
+
+Monsieur le Comte Ferraud was the only son of a former Councillor in
+the old /Parlement/ of Paris, who had emigrated during the Reign of
+Terror, and so, though he saved his head, lost his fortune. He came
+back under the Consulate, and remained persistently faithful to the
+cause of Louis XVIII., in whose circle his father had moved before the
+Revolution. He thus was one of the party in the Faubourg Saint-Germain
+which nobly stood out against Napoleon's blandishments. The reputation
+for capacity gained by the young Count--then simply called Monsieur
+Ferraud--made him the object of the Emperor's advances, for he was
+often as well pleased at his conquests among the aristocracy as at
+gaining a battle. The Count was promised the restitution of his title,
+of such of his estates as had not been sold, and he was shown in
+perspective a place in the ministry or as senator.
+
+The Emperor fell.
+
+At the time of Comte Chabert's death, M. Ferraud was a young man of
+six-and-twenty, without a fortune, of pleasing appearance, who had had
+his successes, and whom the Faubourg Saint-Germain had adopted as
+doing it credit; but Madame la Comtesse Chabert had managed to turn
+her share of her husband's fortune to such good account that, after
+eighteen months of widowhood, she had about forty thousand francs a
+year. Her marriage to the young Count was not regarded as news in the
+circles of the Faubourg Saint-Germain. Napoleon, approving of this
+union, which carried out his idea of fusion, restored to Madame
+Chabert the money falling to the Exchequer under her husband's will;
+but Napoleon's hopes were again disappointed. Madame Ferraud was not
+only in love with her lover; she had also been fascinated by the
+notion of getting into the haughty society which, in spite of its
+humiliation, was still predominant at the Imperial Court. By this
+marriage all her vanities were as much gratified as her passions. She
+was to become a real fine lady. When the Faubourg Saint-Germain
+understood that the young Count's marriage did not mean desertion, its
+drawing-rooms were thrown open to his wife.
+
+Then came the Restoration. The Count's political advancement was not
+rapid. He understood the exigencies of the situation in which Louis
+XVIII. found himself; he was one of the inner circle who waited till
+the "Gulf of Revolution should be closed"--for this phrase of the
+King's, at which the Liberals laughed so heartily, had a political
+sense. The order quoted in the long lawyer's preamble at the beginning
+of this story had, however, put him in possession of two tracts of
+forest, and of an estate which had considerably increased in value
+during its sequestration. At the present moment, though Comte Ferraud
+was a Councillor of State, and a Director-General, he regarded his
+position as merely the first step of his political career.
+
+Wholly occupied as he was by the anxieties of consuming ambition, he
+had attached to himself, as secretary, a ruined attorney named
+Delbecq, a more than clever man, versed in all the resources of the
+law, to whom he left the conduct of his private affairs. This shrewd
+practitioner had so well understood his position with the Count as to
+be honest in his own interest. He hoped to get some place by his
+master's influence, and he made the Count's fortune his first care.
+His conduct so effectually gave the lie to his former life, that he
+was regarded as a slandered man. The Countess, with the tact and
+shrewdness of which most women have a share more or less, understood
+the man's motives, watched him quietly, and managed him so well, that
+she had made good use of him for the augmentation of her private
+fortune. She had contrived to make Delbecq believe that she ruled her
+husband, and had promised to get him appointed President of an
+inferior court in some important provincial town, if he devoted
+himself entirely to her interests.
+
+The promise of a place, not dependent on changes of ministry, which
+would allow of his marrying advantageously, and rising subsequently to
+a high political position, by being chosen Depute, made Delbecq the
+Countess' abject slave. He had never allowed her to miss one of those
+favorable chances which the fluctuations of the Bourse and the
+increased value of property afforded to clever financiers in Paris
+during the first three years after the Restoration. He had trebled his
+protectress' capital, and all the more easily because the Countess had
+no scruples as to the means which might make her an enormous fortune
+as quickly as possible. The emoluments derived by the Count from the
+places he held she spent on the housekeeping, so as to reinvest her
+dividends; and Delbecq lent himself to these calculations of avarice
+without trying to account for her motives. People of that sort never
+trouble themselves about any secrets of which the discovery is not
+necessary to their own interests. And, indeed, he naturally found the
+reason in the thirst for money, which taints almost every Parisian
+woman; and as a fine fortune was needed to support the pretensions of
+Comte Ferraud, the secretary sometimes fancied that he saw in the
+Countess' greed a consequence of her devotion to a husband with whom
+she still was in love. The Countess buried the secrets of her conduct
+at the bottom of her heart. There lay the secrets of life and death to
+her, there lay the turning-point of this history.
+
+At the beginning of the year 1818 the Restoration was settled on an
+apparently immovable foundation; its doctrines of government, as
+understood by lofty minds, seemed calculated to bring to France an era
+of renewed prosperity, and Parisian society changed its aspect. Madame
+la Comtesse Ferraud found that by chance she had achieved for love a
+marriage that had brought her fortune and gratified ambition. Still
+young and handsome, Madame Ferraud played the part of a woman of
+fashion, and lived in the atmosphere of the Court. Rich herself, with
+a rich husband who was cried up as one of the ablest men of the
+royalist party, and, as a friend of the King, certain to be made
+Minister, she belonged to the aristocracy, and shared its
+magnificence. In the midst of this triumph she was attacked by a moral
+canker. There are feelings which women guess in spite of the care men
+take to bury them. On the first return of the King, Comte Ferraud had
+begun to regret his marriage. Colonel Chabert's widow had not been the
+means of allying him to anybody; he was alone and unsupported in
+steering his way in a course full of shoals and beset by enemies.
+Also, perhaps, when he came to judge his wife coolly, he may have
+discerned in her certain vices of education which made her unfit to
+second him in his schemes.
+
+A speech he made, /a propos/ of Talleyrand's marriage, enlightened the
+Countess, to whom it proved that if he had still been a free man she
+would never have been Madame Ferraud. What woman could forgive this
+repentance? Does it not include the germs of every insult, every
+crime, every form of repudiation? But what a wound must it have left
+in the Countess' heart, supposing that she lived in the dread of her
+first husband's return? She had known that he still lived, and she had
+ignored him. Then during the time when she had heard no more of him,
+she had chosen to believe that he had fallen at Waterloo with the
+Imperial Eagle, at the same time as Boutin. She resolved,
+nevertheless, to bind the Count to her by the strongest of all ties,
+by a chain of gold, and vowed to be so rich that her fortune might
+make her second marriage dissoluble, if by chance Colonel Chabert
+should ever reappear. And he had reappeared; and she could not explain
+to herself why the struggle she had dreaded had not already begun.
+Suffering, sickness, had perhaps delivered her from that man. Perhaps
+he was half mad, and Charenton might yet do her justice. She had not
+chosen to take either Delbecq or the police into her confidence, for
+fear of putting herself in their power, or of hastening the
+catastrophe. There are in Paris many women who, like the Countess
+Ferraud, live with an unknown moral monster, or on the brink of an
+abyss; a callus forms over the spot that tortures them, and they can
+still laugh and enjoy themselves.
+
+"There is something very strange in Comte Ferraud's position," said
+Derville to himself, on emerging from his long reverie, as his cab
+stopped at the door of the Hotel Ferraud in the Rue de Varennes. "How
+is it that he, so rich as he is, and such a favorite with the King, is
+not yet a peer of France? It may, to be sure, be true that the King,
+as Mme. de Grandlieu was telling me, desires to keep up the value of
+the /pairie/ by not bestowing it right and left. And, after all, the
+son of a Councillor of the /Parlement/ is not a Crillon nor a Rohan. A
+Comte Ferraud can only get into the Upper Chamber surreptitiously. But
+if his marriage were annulled, could he not get the dignity of some
+old peer who has only daughters transferred to himself, to the King's
+great satisfaction? At any rate this will be a good bogey to put
+forward and frighten the Countess," thought he as he went up the
+steps.
+
+Derville had without knowing it laid his finger on the hidden wound,
+put his hand on the canker that consumed Madame Ferraud.
+
+She received him in a pretty winter dining-room, where she was at
+breakfast, while playing with a monkey tethered by a chain to a little
+pole with climbing bars of iron. The Countess was in an elegant
+wrapper; the curls of her hair, carelessly pinned up, escaped from a
+cap, giving her an arch look. She was fresh and smiling. Silver,
+gilding, and mother-of-pearl shone on the table, and all about the
+room were rare plants growing in magnificent china jars. As he saw
+Colonel Chabert's wife, rich with his spoil, in the lap of luxury and
+the height of fashion, while he, poor wretch, was living with a poor
+dairyman among the beasts, the lawyer said to himself:
+
+"The moral of all this is that a pretty woman will never acknowledge
+as her husband, nor even as a lover, a man in an old box-coat, a tow
+wig, and boots with holes in them."
+
+A mischievous and bitter smile expressed the feelings, half
+philosophical and half satirical, which such a man was certain to
+experience--a man well situated to know the truth of things in spite
+of the lies behind which most families in Paris hide their mode of
+life.
+
+"Good-morning, Monsieur Derville," said she, giving the monkey some
+coffee to drink.
+
+"Madame," said he, a little sharply, for the light tone in which she
+spoke jarred on him. "I have come to speak with you on a very serious
+matter."
+
+"I am so /grieved/, M. le Comte is away--"
+
+"I, madame, am delighted. It would be grievous if he could be present
+at our interview. Besides, I am informed through M. Delbecq that you
+like to manage your own business without troubling the Count."
+
+"Then I will send for Delbecq," said she.
+
+"He would be of no use to you, clever as he is," replied Derville.
+"Listen to me, madame; one word will be enough to make you grave.
+Colonel Chabert is alive!"
+
+"Is it by telling me such nonsense as that that you think you can make
+me grave?" said she with a shout of laughter. But she was suddenly
+quelled by the singular penetration of the fixed gaze which Derville
+turned on her, seeming to read to the bottom of her soul.
+
+"Madame," he said with cold and piercing solemnity, "you know not the
+extent of the danger that threatens you. I need say nothing of the
+indisputable authenticity of the evidence nor of the fulness of proof
+which testifies to the identity of Comte Chabert. I am not, as you
+know, the man to take up a bad cause. If you resist our proceedings to
+show that the certificate of death was false, you will lose that first
+case, and that matter once settled, we shall gain every point."
+
+"What, then, do you wish to discuss with me?"
+
+"Neither the Colonel nor yourself. Nor need I allude to the briefs
+which clever advocates may draw up when armed with the curious facts
+of this case, or the advantage they may derive from the letters you
+received from your first husband before your marriage to your second."
+
+"It is false," she cried, with the violence of a spoilt woman. "I
+never had a letter from Comte Chabert; and if some one is pretending
+to be the Colonel, it is some swindler, some returned convict, like
+Coignard perhaps. It makes me shudder only to think of it. Can the
+Colonel rise from the dead, monsieur? Bonaparte sent an aide-de-camp
+to inquire for me on his death, and to this day I draw the pension of
+three thousand francs granted to this widow by the Government. I have
+been perfectly in the right to turn away all the Chaberts who have
+ever come, as I shall all who may come."
+
+"Happily we are alone, madame. We can tell lies at our ease," said he
+coolly, and finding it amusing to lash up the Countess' rage so as to
+lead her to betray herself, by tactics familiar to lawyers, who are
+accustomed to keep cool when their opponents or their clients are in a
+passion. "Well, then, we must fight it out," thought he, instantly
+hitting on a plan to entrap her and show her her weakness.
+
+"The proof that you received the first letter, madame, is that it
+contained some securities--"
+
+"Oh, as to securities--that it certainly did not."
+
+"Then you received the letter," said Derville, smiling. "You are
+caught, madame, in the first snare laid for you by an attorney, and
+you fancy you could fight against Justice----"
+
+The Countess colored, and then turned pale, hiding her face in her
+hands. Then she shook off her shame, and retorted with the natural
+impertinence of such women, "Since you are the so-called Chabert's
+attorney, be so good as to--"
+
+"Madame," said Derville, "I am at this moment as much your lawyer as I
+am Colonel Chabert's. Do you suppose I want to lose so valuable a
+client as you are?--But you are not listening."
+
+"Nay, speak on, monsieur," said she graciously.
+
+"Your fortune came to you from M. le Comte Chabert, and you cast him
+off. Your fortune is immense, and you leave him to beg. An advocate
+can be very eloquent when a cause is eloquent in itself; there are
+here circumstances which might turn public opinion strongly against
+you."
+
+"But, monsieur," said the Comtesse, provoked by the way in which
+Derville turned and laid her on the gridiron, "even if I grant that
+your M. Chabert is living, the law will uphold my second marriage on
+account of the children, and I shall get off with the restitution of
+two hundred and twenty-five thousand francs to M. Chabert."
+
+"It is impossible to foresee what view the Bench may take of the
+question. If on one side we have a mother and children, on the other
+we have an old man crushed by sorrows, made old by your refusals to
+know him. Where is he to find a wife? Can the judges contravene the
+law? Your marriage with Colonel Chabert has priority on its side and
+every legal right. But if you appear under disgraceful colors, you
+might have an unlooked-for adversary. That, madame, is the danger
+against which I would warn you."
+
+"And who is he?"
+
+"Comte Ferraud."
+
+"Monsieur Ferraud has too great an affection for me, too much respect
+for the mother of his children--"
+
+"Do not talk of such absurd things," interrupted Derville, "to
+lawyers, who are accustomed to read hearts to the bottom. At this
+instant Monsieur Ferraud has not the slightest wish to annual your
+union, and I am quite sure that he adores you; but if some one were to
+tell him that his marriage is void, that his wife will be called
+before the bar of public opinion as a criminal--"
+
+"He would defend me, monsieur."
+
+"No, madame."
+
+"What reason could he have for deserting me, monsieur?"
+
+"That he would be free to marry the only daughter of a peer of France,
+whose title would be conferred on him by patent from the King."
+
+The Countess turned pale.
+
+"A hit!" said Derville to himself. "I have you on the hip; the poor
+Colonel's case is won."--"Besides, madame," he went on aloud, "he
+would feel all the less remorse because a man covered with glory--a
+General, Count, Grand Cross of the Legion of Honor--is not such a bad
+alternative; and if that man insisted on his wife's returning to
+him--"
+
+"Enough, enough, monsieur!" she exclaimed. "I will never have any
+lawyer but you. What is to be done?"
+
+"Compromise!" said Derville.
+
+"Does he still love me?" she said.
+
+"Well, I do not think he can do otherwise."
+
+The Countess raised her head at these words. A flash of hope shone in
+her eyes; she thought perhaps that she could speculate on her first
+husband's affection to gain her cause by some feminine cunning.
+
+"I shall await your orders, madame, to know whether I am to report our
+proceedings to you, or if you will come to my office to agree to the
+terms of a compromise," said Derville, taking leave.
+
+
+
+A week after Derville had paid these two visits, on a fine morning in
+June, the husband and wife, who had been separated by an almost
+supernatural chance, started from the opposite ends of Paris to meet
+in the office of the lawyer who was engaged by both. The supplies
+liberally advanced by Derville to Colonel Chabert had enabled him to
+dress as suited his position in life, and the dead man arrived in a
+very decent cab. He wore a wig suited to his face, was dressed in blue
+cloth with white linen, and wore under his waistcoat the broad red
+ribbon of the higher grade of the Legion of Honor. In resuming the
+habits of wealth he had recovered his soldierly style. He held himself
+up; his face, grave and mysterious-looking, reflected his happiness
+and all his hopes, and seemed to have acquired youth and /impasto/, to
+borrow a picturesque word from the painter's art. He was no more like
+the Chabert of the old box-coat than a cartwheel double sou is like a
+newly coined forty-franc piece. The passer-by, only to see him, would
+have recognized at once one of the noble wrecks of our old army, one
+of the heroic men on whom our national glory is reflected, as a
+splinter of ice on which the sun shines seems to reflect every beam.
+These veterans are at once a picture and a book.
+
+When the Count jumped out of his carriage to go into Derville's
+office, he did it as lightly as a young man. Hardly had his cab moved
+off, when a smart brougham drove up, splendid with coats-of-arms.
+Madame la Comtesse Ferraud stepped out in a dress which, though
+simple, was cleverly designed to show how youthful her figure was. She
+wore a pretty drawn bonnet lined with pink, which framed her face to
+perfection, softening its outlines and making it look younger.
+
+If the clients were rejuvenescent, the office was unaltered, and
+presented the same picture as that described at the beginning of this
+story. Simonnin was eating his breakfast, his shoulder leaning against
+the window, which was then open, and he was staring up at the blue sky
+in the opening of the courtyard enclosed by four gloomy houses.
+
+"Ah, ha!" cried the little clerk, "who will bet an evening at the play
+that Colonel Chabert is a General, and wears a red ribbon?"
+
+"The chief is a great magician," said Godeschal.
+
+"Then there is no trick to play on him this time?" asked Desroches.
+
+"His wife has taken that in hand, the Comtesse Ferraud," said Boucard.
+
+"What next?" said Godeschal. "Is Comtesse Ferraud required to belong
+to two men?"
+
+"Here she is," answered Simonnin.
+
+"So you are not deaf, you young rogue!" said Chabert, taking the
+gutter-jumper by the ear and twisting it, to the delight of the other
+clerks, who began to laugh, looking at the Colonel with the curious
+attention due to so singular a personage.
+
+Comte Chabert was in Derville's private room at the moment when his
+wife came in by the door of the office.
+
+"I say, Boucard, there is going to be a queer scene in the chief's
+room! There is a woman who can spend her days alternately, the odd
+with Comte Ferraud, and the even with Comte Chabert."
+
+"And in leap year," said Godeschal, "they must settle the /count/
+between them."
+
+"Silence, gentlemen, you can be heard!" said Boucard severely. "I
+never was in an office where there was so much jesting as there is
+here over the clients."
+
+Derville had made the Colonel retire to the bedroom when the Countess
+was admitted.
+
+"Madame," he said, "not knowing whether it would be agreeable to you
+to meet M. le Comte Chabert, I have placed you apart. If, however, you
+should wish it--"
+
+"It is an attention for which I am obliged to you."
+
+"I have drawn up the memorandum of an agreement of which you and M.
+Chabert can discuss the conditions, here, and now. I will go
+alternately to him and to you, and explain your views respectively."
+
+"Let me see, monsieur," said the Countess impatiently.
+
+Derville read aloud:
+
+" 'Between the undersigned:
+
+" 'M. Hyacinthe Chabert, Count, Marechal de Camp, and Grand Officer of
+the Legion of Honor, living in Paris, Rue du Petit-Banquier, on the
+one part;
+
+" 'And Madame Rose Chapotel, wife of the aforesaid M. le Comte
+Chabert, /nee/--' "
+
+"Pass over the preliminaries," said she. "Come to the conditions."
+
+"Madame," said the lawyer, "the preamble briefly sets forth the
+position in which you stand to each other. Then, by the first clause,
+you acknowledge, in the presence of three witnesses, of whom two shall
+be notaries, and one the dairyman with whom your husband has been
+lodging, to all of whom your secret is known, and who will be
+absolutely silent--you acknowledge, I say, that the individual
+designated in the documents subjoined to the deed, and whose identity
+is to be further proved by an act of recognition prepared by your
+notary, Alexandre Crottat, is your first husband, Comte Chabert. By
+the second clause Comte Chabert, to secure your happiness, will
+undertake to assert his rights only under certain circumstances set
+forth in the deed.--And these," said Derville, in a parenthesis, "are
+none other than a failure to carry out the conditions of this secret
+agreement.--M. Chabert, on his part, agrees to accept judgment on a
+friendly suit, by which his certificate of death shall be annulled,
+and his marriage dissolved."
+
+"That will not suit me in the least," said the Countess with surprise.
+"I will be a party to no suit; you know why."
+
+"By the third clause," Derville went on, with imperturbable coolness,
+"you pledge yourself to secure to Hyacinthe Comte Chabert an income of
+twenty-four thousand francs on government stock held in his name, to
+revert to you at his death--"
+
+"But it is much too dear!" exclaimed the Countess.
+
+"Can you compromise the matter cheaper?"
+
+"Possibly."
+
+"But what do you want, madame?"
+
+"I want--I will not have a lawsuit. I want--"
+
+"You want him to remain dead?" said Derville, interrupting her
+hastily.
+
+"Monsieur," said the Countess, "if twenty-four thousand francs a year
+are necessary, we will go to law--"
+
+"Yes, we will go to law," said the Colonel in a deep voice, as he
+opened the door and stood before his wife, with one hand in his
+waistcoat and the other hanging by his side--an attitude to which the
+recollection of his adventure gave horrible significance.
+
+"It is he," said the Countess to herself.
+
+"Too dear!" the old soldier exclaimed. "I have given you near on a
+million, and you are cheapening my misfortunes. Very well; now I will
+have you--you and your fortune. Our goods are in common, our marriage
+is not dissolved--"
+
+"But monsieur is not Colonel Chabert!" cried the Countess, in feigned
+amazement.
+
+"Indeed!" said the old man, in a tone of intense irony. "Do you want
+proofs? I found you in the Palais Royal----"
+
+The Countess turned pale. Seeing her grow white under her rouge, the
+old soldier paused, touched by the acute suffering he was inflicting
+on the woman he had once so ardently loved; but she shot such a
+venomous glance at him that he abruptly went on:
+
+"You were with La--"
+
+"Allow me, Monsieur Derville," said the Countess to the lawyer. "You
+must give me leave to retire. I did not come here to listen to such
+dreadful things."
+
+She rose and went out. Derville rushed after her; but the Countess had
+taken wings, and seemed to have flown from the place.
+
+On returning to his private room, he found the Colonel in a towering
+rage, striding up and down.
+
+"In those times a man took his wife where he chose," said he. "But I
+was foolish and chose badly; I trusted to appearances. She has no
+heart."
+
+"Well, Colonel, was I not right to beg you not to come?--I am now
+positive of your identity; when you came in, the Countess gave a
+little start, of which the meaning was unequivocal. But you have lost
+your chances. Your wife knows that you are unrecognizable."
+
+"I will kill her!"
+
+"Madness! you will be caught and executed like any common wretch.
+Besides you might miss! That would be unpardonable. A man must not
+miss his shot when he wants to kill his wife.--Let me set things
+straight; you are only a big child. Go now. Take care of yourself; she
+is capable of setting some trap for you and shutting you up in
+Charenton. I will notify her of our proceedings to protect you against
+a surprise."
+
+The unhappy Colonel obeyed his young benefactor, and went away,
+stammering apologies. He slowly went down the dark staircase, lost in
+gloomy thoughts, and crushed perhaps by the blow just dealt him--the
+most cruel he could feel, the thrust that could most deeply pierce his
+heart--when he heard the rustle of a woman's dress on the lowest
+landing, and his wife stood before him.
+
+"Come, monsieur," said she, taking his arm with a gesture like those
+familiar to him of old. Her action and the accent of her voice, which
+had recovered its graciousness, were enough to allay the Colonel's
+wrath, and he allowed himself to be led to the carriage.
+
+"Well, get in!" said she, when the footman had let down the step.
+
+And as if by magic, he found himself sitting by his wife in the
+brougham.
+
+"Where to?" asked the servant.
+
+"To Groslay," said she.
+
+The horses started at once, and carried them all across Paris.
+
+"Monsieur," said the Countess, in a tone of voice which betrayed one
+of those emotions which are rare in our lives, and which agitate every
+part of our being. At such moments the heart, fibres, nerves,
+countenance, soul, and body, everything, every pore even, feels a
+thrill. Life no longer seems to be within us; it flows out, springs
+forth, is communicated as if by contagion, transmitted by a look, a
+tone of voice, a gesture, impressing our will on others. The old
+soldier started on hearing this single word, this first, terrible
+"monsieur!" But still it was at once a reproach and a pardon, a hope
+and a despair, a question and an answer. This word included them all;
+none but an actress could have thrown so much eloquence, so many
+feelings into a single word. Truth is less complete in its utterance;
+it does not put everything on the outside; it allows us to see what is
+within. The Colonel was filled with remorse for his suspicions, his
+demands, and his anger; he looked down not to betray his agitation.
+
+"Monsieur," repeated she, after an imperceptible pause, "I knew you at
+once."
+
+"Rosine," said the old soldier, "those words contain the only balm
+that can help me to forget my misfortunes."
+
+Two large tears rolled hot on to his wife's hands, which he pressed to
+show his paternal affection.
+
+"Monsieur," she went on, "could you not have guessed what it cost me
+to appear before a stranger in a position so false as mine now is? If
+I have to blush for it, at least let it be in the privacy of my
+family. Ought not such a secret to remain buried in our hearts? You
+will forgive me, I hope, for my apparent indifference to the woes of a
+Chabert in whose existence I could not possibly believe. I received
+your letters," she hastily added, seeing in his face the objection it
+expressed, "but they did not reach me till thirteen months after the
+battle of Eylau. They were opened, dirty, the writing was
+unrecognizable; and after obtaining Napoleon's signature to my second
+marriage contract, I could not help believing that some clever
+swindler wanted to make a fool of me. Therefore, to avoid disturbing
+Monsieur Ferraud's peace of mind, and disturbing family ties, I was
+obliged to take precautions against a pretended Chabert. Was I not
+right, I ask you?"
+
+"Yes, you were right. It was I who was the idiot, the owl, the dolt,
+not to have calculated better what the consequences of such a position
+might be.--But where are we going?" he asked, seeing that they had
+reached the barrier of La Chapelle.
+
+"To my country house near Groslay, in the valley of Montmorency.
+There, monsieur, we will consider the steps to be taken. I know my
+duties. Though I am yours by right, I am no longer yours in fact. Can
+you wish that we should become the talk of Paris? We need not inform
+the public of a situation, which for me has its ridiculous side, and
+let us preserve our dignity. You still love me," she said, with a sad,
+sweet gaze at the Colonel, "but have not I been authorized to form
+other ties? In so strange a position, a secret voice bids me trust to
+your kindness, which is so well known to me. Can I be wrong in taking
+you as the sole arbiter of my fate? Be at once judge and party to the
+suit. I trust in your noble character; you will be generous enough to
+forgive me for the consequences of faults committed in innocence. I
+may then confess to you: I love M. Ferraud. I believed that I had a
+right to love him. I do not blush to make this confession to you; even
+if it offends you, it does not disgrace us. I cannot conceal the
+facts. When fate made me a widow, I was not a mother."
+
+The Colonel with a wave of his hand bid his wife be silent, and for a
+mile and a half they sat without speaking a single word. Chabert could
+fancy he saw the two little ones before him.
+
+"Rosine."
+
+"Monsieur?"
+
+"The dead are very wrong to come to life again."
+
+"Oh, monsieur, no, no! Do not think me ungrateful. Only, you find me a
+lover, a mother, while you left me merely a wife. Though it is no
+longer in my power to love, I know how much I owe you, and I can still
+offer you all the affection of a daughter."
+
+"Rosine," said the old man in a softened tone, "I no longer feel any
+resentment against you. We will forget anything," he added, with one
+of those smiles which always reflect a noble soul; "I have not so
+little delicacy as to demand the mockery of love from a wife who no
+longer loves me."
+
+The Countess gave him a flashing look full of such deep gratitude that
+poor Chabert would have been glad to sink again into his grave at
+Eylau. Some men have a soul strong enough for such self-devotion, of
+which the whole reward consists in the assurance that they have made
+the person they love happy.
+
+"My dear friend, we will talk all this over later when our hearts have
+rested," said the Countess.
+
+The conversation turned to other subjects, for it was impossible to
+dwell very long on this one. Though the couple came back again and
+again to their singular position, either by some allusion or of
+serious purpose, they had a delightful drive, recalling the events of
+their former life together and the times of the Empire. The Countess
+knew how to lend peculiar charm to her reminiscences, and gave the
+conversation the tinge of melancholy that was needed to keep it
+serious. She revived his love without awakening his desires, and
+allowed her first husband to discern the mental wealth she had
+acquired while trying to accustom him to moderate his pleasure to that
+which a father may feel in the society of a favorite daughter.
+
+The Colonel had known the Countess of the Empire; he found her a
+Countess of the Restoration.
+
+At last, by a cross-road, they arrived at the entrance to a large park
+lying in the little valley which divides the heights of Margency from
+the pretty village of Groslay. The Countess had there a delightful
+house, where the Colonel on arriving found everything in readiness for
+his stay there, as well as for his wife's. Misfortune is a kind of
+talisman whose virtue consists in its power to confirm our original
+nature; in some men it increases their distrust and malignancy, just
+as it improves the goodness of those who have a kind heart.
+
+Sorrow had made the Colonel even more helpful and good than he had
+always been, and he could understand some secrets of womanly distress
+which are unrevealed to most men. Nevertheless, in spite of his loyal
+trustfulness, he could not help saying to his wife:
+
+"Then you felt quite sure you would bring me here?"
+
+"Yes," replied she, "if I found Colonel Chabert in Derville's client."
+
+The appearance of truth she contrived to give to this answer
+dissipated the slight suspicions which the Colonel was ashamed to have
+felt. For three days the Countess was quite charming to her first
+husband. By tender attentions and unfailing sweetness she seemed
+anxious to wipe out the memory of the sufferings he had endured, and
+to earn forgiveness for the woes which, as she confessed, she had
+innocently caused him. She delighted in displaying for him the charms
+she knew he took pleasure in, while at the same time she assumed a
+kind of melancholy; for men are more especially accessible to certain
+ways, certain graces of the heart or of the mind which they cannot
+resist. She aimed at interesting him in her position, and appealing to
+his feelings so far as to take possession of his mind and control him
+despotically.
+
+Ready for anything to attain her ends, she did not yet know what she
+was to do with this man; but at any rate she meant to annihilate him
+socially. On the evening of the third day she felt that in spite of
+her efforts she could not conceal her uneasiness as to the results of
+her manoeuvres. To give herself a minute's reprieve she went up to her
+room, sat down before her writing-table, and laid aside the mask of
+composure which she wore in Chabert's presence, like an actress who,
+returning to her dressing-room after a fatiguing fifth act, drops half
+dead, leaving with the audience an image of herself which she no
+longer resembles. She proceeded to finish a letter she had begun to
+Delbecq, whom she desired to go in her name and demand of Derville the
+deeds relating to Colonel Chabert, to copy them, and to come to her at
+once to Groslay. She had hardly finished when she heard the Colonel's
+step in the passage; uneasy at her absence, he had come to look for
+her.
+
+"Alas!" she exclaimed, "I wish I were dead! My position is
+intolerable . . ."
+
+"Why, what is the matter?" asked the good man.
+
+"Nothing, nothing!" she replied.
+
+She rose, left the Colonel, and went down to speak privately to her
+maid, whom she sent off to Paris, impressing on her that she was
+herself to deliver to Delbecq the letter just written, and to bring it
+back to the writer as soon as he had read it. Then the Countess went
+out to sit on a bench sufficiently in sight for the Colonel to join
+her as soon as he might choose. The Colonel, who was looking for her,
+hastened up and sat down by her.
+
+"Rosine," said he, "what is the matter with you?"
+
+She did not answer.
+
+It was one of those glorious, calm evenings in the month of June,
+whose secret harmonies infuse such sweetness into the sunset. The air
+was clear, the stillness perfect, so that far away in the park they
+could hear the voices of some children, which added a kind of melody
+to the sublimity of the scene.
+
+"You do not answer me?" the Colonel said to his wife.
+
+"My husband----" said the Countess, who broke off, started a little,
+and with a blush stopped to ask him, "What am I to say when I speak of
+M. Ferraud?"
+
+"Call him your husband, my poor child," replied the Colonel, in a kind
+voice. "Is he not the father of your children?"
+
+"Well, then," she said, "if he should ask what I came here for, if he
+finds out that I came here, alone, with a stranger, what am I to say
+to him? Listen, monsieur," she went on, assuming a dignified attitude,
+"decide my fate, I am resigned to anything--"
+
+"My dear," said the Colonel, taking possession of his wife's hands, "I
+have made up my mind to sacrifice myself entirely for your
+happiness--"
+
+"That is impossible!" she exclaimed, with a sudden spasmodic movement.
+"Remember that you would have to renounce your identity, and in an
+authenticated form."
+
+"What?" said the Colonel. "Is not my word enough for you?"
+
+The word "authenticated" fell on the old man's heart, and roused
+involuntary distrust. He looked at his wife in a way that made her
+color, she cast down her eyes, and he feared that he might find
+himself compelled to despise her. The Countess was afraid lest she had
+scared the shy modesty, the stern honesty, of a man whose generous
+temper and primitive virtues were known to her. Though these feelings
+had brought the clouds to her brow, they immediately recovered their
+harmony. This was the way of it. A child's cry was heard in the
+distance.
+
+"Jules, leave your sister in peace," the Countess called out.
+
+"What, are your children here?" said Chabert.
+
+"Yes, but I told them not to trouble you."
+
+The old soldier understood the delicacy, the womanly tact of so
+gracious a precaution, and took the Countess' hand to kiss it.
+
+"But let them come," said he.
+
+The little girl ran up to complain of her brother.
+
+"Mamma!"
+
+"Mamma!"
+
+"It was Jules--"
+
+"It was her--"
+
+Their little hands were held out to their mother, and the two childish
+voices mingled; it was an unexpected and charming picture.
+
+"Poor little things!" cried the Countess, no longer restraining her
+tears, "I shall have to leave them. To whom will the law assign them?
+A mother's heart cannot be divided; I want them, I want them."
+
+"Are you making mamma cry?" said Jules, looking fiercely at the
+Colonel.
+
+"Silence, Jules!" said the mother in a decided tone.
+
+The two children stood speechless, examining their mother and the
+stranger with a curiosity which it is impossible to express in words.
+
+"Oh yes!" she cried. "If I am separated from the Count, only leave me
+my children, and I will submit to anything . . ."
+
+This was the decisive speech which gained all that she had hoped from
+it.
+
+"Yes," exclaimed the Colonel, as if he were ending a sentence already
+begun in his mind, "I must return underground again. I had told myself
+so already."
+
+"Can I accept such a sacrifice?" replied his wife. "If some men have
+died to save a mistress' honor, they gave their life but once. But in
+this case you would be giving your life every day. No, no. It is
+impossible. If it were only your life, it would be nothing; but to
+sign a declaration that you are not Colonel Chabert, to acknowledge
+yourself an imposter, to sacrifice your honor, and live a lie every
+hour of the day! Human devotion cannot go so far. Only think!--No. But
+for my poor children I would have fled with you by this time to the
+other end of the world."
+
+"But," said Chabert, "cannot I live here in your little lodge as one
+of your relations? I am as worn out as a cracked cannon; I want
+nothing but a little tobacco and the /Constitutionnel/."
+
+The Countess melted into tears. There was a contest of generosity
+between the Comtesse Ferraud and Colonel Chabert, and the soldier came
+out victorious. One evening, seeing this mother with her children, the
+soldier was bewitched by the touching grace of a family picture in the
+country, in the shade and the silence; he made a resolution to remain
+dead, and, frightened no longer at the authentication of a deed, he
+asked what he could do to secure beyond all risk the happiness of this
+family.
+
+"Do exactly as you like," said the Countess. "I declare to you that I
+will have nothing to do with this affair. I ought not."
+
+Delbecq had arrived some days before, and in obedience to the
+Countess' verbal instructions, the intendant had succeeded in gaining
+the old soldier's confidence. So on the following morning Colonel
+Chabert went with the erewhile attorney to Saint-Leu-Taverny, where
+Delbecq had caused the notary to draw up an affidavit in such terms
+that, after hearing it read, the Colonel started up and walked out of
+the office.
+
+"Turf and thunder! What a fool you must think me! Why, I should make
+myself out a swindler!" he exclaimed.
+
+"Indeed, monsieur," said Delbecq, "I should advise you not to sign in
+haste. In your place I would get at least thirty thousand francs a
+year out of the bargain. Madame would pay them."
+
+After annihilating this scoundrel /emeritus/ by the lightning look of
+an honest man insulted, the Colonel rushed off, carried away by a
+thousand contrary emotions. He was suspicious, indignant, and calm
+again by turns.
+
+Finally he made his way back into the park of Groslay by a gap in a
+fence, and slowly walked on to sit down and rest, and meditate at his
+ease, in a little room under a gazebo, from which the road to Saint-
+Leu could be seen. The path being strewn with the yellowish sand which
+is used instead of river-gravel, the Countess, who was sitting in the
+upper room of this little summer-house, did not hear the Colonel's
+approach, for she was too much preoccupied with the success of her
+business to pay the smallest attention to the slight noise made by her
+husband. Nor did the old man notice that his wife was in the room over
+him.
+
+"Well, Monsieur Delbecq, has he signed?" the Countess asked her
+secretary, whom she saw alone on the road beyond the hedge of a haha.
+
+"No, madame. I do not even know what has become of our man. The old
+horse reared."
+
+"Then we shall be obliged to put him into Charenton," said she, "since
+we have got him."
+
+The Colonel, who recovered the elasticity of youth to leap the haha,
+in the twinkling of an eye was standing in front of Delbecq, on whom
+he bestowed the two finest slaps that ever a scoundrel's cheeks
+received.
+
+"And you may add that old horses can kick!" said he.
+
+His rage spent, the Colonel no longer felt vigorous enough to leap the
+ditch. He had seen the truth in all its nakedness. The Countess'
+speech and Delbecq's reply had revealed the conspiracy of which he was
+to be the victim. The care taken of him was but a bait to entrap him
+in a snare. That speech was like a drop of subtle poison, bringing on
+in the old soldier a return of all his sufferings, physical and moral.
+He came back to the summer-house through the park gate, walking slowly
+like a broken man.
+
+Then for him there was to be neither peace nor truce. From this moment
+he must begin the odious warfare with this woman of which Derville had
+spoken, enter on a life of litigation, feed on gall, drink every
+morning of the cup of bitterness. And then--fearful thought!--where
+was he to find the money needful to pay the cost of the first
+proceedings? He felt such disgust of life, that if there had been any
+water at hand he would have thrown himself into it; that if he had had
+a pistol, he would have blown out his brains. Then he relapsed into
+the indecision of mind which, since his conversation with Derville at
+the dairyman's had changed his character.
+
+At last, having reached the kiosque, he went up to the gazebo, where
+little rose-windows afforded a view over each lovely landscape of the
+valley, and where he found his wife seated on a chair. The Countess
+was gazing at the distance, and preserved a calm countenance, showing
+that impenetrable face which women can assume when resolved to do
+their worst. She wiped her eyes as if she had been weeping, and played
+absently with the pink ribbons of her sash. Nevertheless, in spite of
+her apparent assurance, she could not help shuddering slightly when
+she saw before her her venerable benefactor, standing with folded
+arms, his face pale, his brow stern.
+
+"Madame," he said, after gazing at her fixedly for a moment and
+compelling her to blush, "Madame, I do not curse you--I scorn you. I
+can now thank the chance that has divided us. I do not feel even a
+desire for revenge; I no longer love you. I want nothing from you.
+Live in peace on the strength of my word; it is worth more than the
+scrawl of all the notaries in Paris. I will never assert my claim to
+the name I perhaps have made illustrious. I am henceforth but a poor
+devil named Hyacinthe, who asks no more than his share of the
+sunshine.--Farewell!"
+
+The Countess threw herself at his feet; she would have detained him by
+taking his hands, but he pushed her away with disgust, saying:
+
+"Do not touch me!"
+
+The Countess' expression when she heard her husband's retreating steps
+is quite indescribable. Then, with the deep perspicacity given only by
+utter villainy, or by fierce worldly selfishness, she knew that she
+might live in peace on the word and the contempt of this loyal
+veteran.
+
+Chabert, in fact, disappeared. The dairyman failed in business, and
+became a hackney-cab driver. The Colonel, perhaps, took up some
+similar industry for a time. Perhaps, like a stone flung into a chasm,
+he went falling from ledge to ledge, to be lost in the mire of rags
+that seethes through the streets of Paris.
+
+Six months after this event, Derville, hearing no more of Colonel
+Chabert or the Comtesse Ferraud, supposed that they had no doubt come
+to a compromise, which the Countess, out of revenge, had had arranged
+by some other lawyer. So one morning he added up the sums he had
+advanced to the said Chabert with the costs, and begged the Comtesse
+Ferraud to claim from M. le Comte Chabert the amount of the bill,
+assuming that she would know where to find her first husband.
+
+The very next day Comte Ferraud's man of business, lately appointed
+President of the County Court in a town of some importance, wrote this
+distressing note to Derville:
+
+  "MONSIEUR,--
+
+  "Madame la Comtesse Ferraud desires me to inform you that your
+  client took complete advantage of your confidence, and that the
+  individual calling himself Comte Chabert has acknowledged that he
+  came forward under false pretences.
+"Yours, etc.,                DELBECQ."
+
+
+"One comes across people who are, on my honor, too stupid by half,"
+cried Derville. "They don't deserve to be Christians! Be humane,
+generous, philanthropical, and a lawyer, and you are bound to be
+cheated! There is a piece of business that will cost me two thousand-
+franc notes!"
+
+
+
+Some time after receiving this letter, Derville went to the Palais de
+Justice in search of a pleader to whom he wished to speak, and who was
+employed in the Police Court. As chance would have it, Derville went
+into Court Number 6 at the moment when the Presiding Magistrate was
+sentencing one Hyacinthe to two months' imprisonment as a vagabond,
+and subsequently to be taken to the Mendicity House of Detention, a
+sentence which, by magistrates' law, is equivalent to perpetual
+imprisonment. On hearing the name of Hyacinthe, Derville looked at the
+deliquent, sitting between two /gendarmes/ on the bench for the
+accused, and recognized in the condemned man his false Colonel
+Chabert.
+
+The old soldier was placid, motionless, almost absentminded. In spite
+of his rags, in spite of the misery stamped on his countenance, it
+gave evidence of noble pride. His eye had a stoical expression which
+no magistrate ought to have misunderstood; but as soon as a man has
+fallen into the hands of justice, he is no more than a moral entity, a
+matter of law or of fact, just as to statists he has become a zero.
+
+When the veteran was taken back to the lock-up, to be removed later
+with the batch of vagabonds at that moment at the bar, Derville
+availed himself of the privilege accorded to lawyers of going wherever
+they please in the Courts, and followed him to the lock-up, where he
+stood scrutinizing him for some minutes, as well as the curious crew
+of beggars among whom he found himself. The passage to the lock-up at
+that moment afforded one of those spectacles which, unfortunately,
+neither legislators, nor philanthropists, nor painters, nor writers
+come to study. Like all the laboratories of the law, this ante-room is
+a dark and malodorous place; along the walls runs a wooden seat,
+blackened by the constant presence there of the wretches who come to
+this meeting-place of every form of social squalor, where not one of
+them is missing.
+
+A poet might say that the day was ashamed to light up this dreadful
+sewer through which so much misery flows! There is not a spot on that
+plank where some crime has not sat, in embryo or matured; not a corner
+where a man has never stood who, driven to despair by the blight which
+justice has set upon him after his first fault, has not there begun a
+career, at the end of which looms the guillotine or the pistol-snap of
+the suicide. All who fall on the pavement of Paris rebound against
+these yellow-gray walls, on which a philanthropist who was not a
+speculator might read a justification of the numerous suicides
+complained of by hypocritical writers who are incapable of taking a
+step to prevent them--for that justification is written in that ante-
+room, like a preface to the dramas of the Morgue, or to those enacted
+on the Place de la Greve.
+
+At this moment Colonel Chabert was sitting among these men--men with
+coarse faces, clothed in the horrible livery of misery, and silent at
+intervals, or talking in a low tone, for three gendarmes on duty paced
+to and fro, their sabres clattering on the floor.
+
+"Do you recognize me?" said Derville to the old man, standing in front
+of him.
+
+"Yes, sir," said Chabert, rising.
+
+"If you are an honest man," Derville went on in an undertone, "how
+could you remain in my debt?"
+
+The old soldier blushed as a young girl might when accused by her
+mother of a clandestine love affair.
+
+"What! Madame Ferraud has not paid you?" cried he in a loud voice.
+
+"Paid me?" said Derville. "She wrote to me that you were a swindler."
+
+The Colonel cast up his eyes in a sublime impulse of horror and
+imprecation, as if to call heaven to witness to this fresh subterfuge.
+
+"Monsieur," said he, in a voice that was calm by sheer huskiness, "get
+the gendarmes to allow me to go into the lock-up, and I will sign an
+order which will certainly be honored."
+
+At a word from Derville to the sergeant he was allowed to take his
+client into the room, where Hyacinthe wrote a few lines, and addressed
+them to the Comtesse Ferraud.
+
+"Send her that," said the soldier, "and you will be paid your costs
+and the money you advanced. Believe me, monsieur, if I have not shown
+you the gratitude I owe you for your kind offices, it is not the less
+there," and he laid his hand on his heart. "Yes, it is there, deep and
+sincere. But what can the unfortunate do? They live, and that is all."
+
+"What!" said Derville. "Did you not stipulate for an allowance?"
+
+"Do not speak of it!" cried the old man. "You cannot conceive how deep
+my contempt is for the outside life to which most men cling. I was
+suddenly attacked by a sickness--disgust of humanity. When I think
+that Napoleon is at Saint-Helena, everything on earth is a matter of
+indifference to me. I can no longer be a soldier; that is my only real
+grief. After all," he added with a gesture of childish simplicity, "it
+is better to enjoy luxury of feeling than of dress. For my part, I
+fear nobody's contempt."
+
+And the Colonel sat down on his bench again.
+
+Derville went away. On returning to his office, he sent Godeschal, at
+that time his second clerk, to the Comtesse Ferraud, who, on reading
+the note, at once paid the sum due to Comte Chabert's lawyer.
+
+
+
+In 1840, towards the end of June, Godeschal, now himself an attorney,
+went to Ris with Derville, to whom he had succeeded. When they reached
+the avenue leading from the highroad to Bicetre, they saw, under one
+of the elm-trees by the wayside, one of those old, broken, and hoary
+paupers who have earned the Marshal's staff among beggars by living on
+at Bicetre as poor women live on at la Salpetriere. This man, one of
+the two thousand poor creatures who are lodged in the infirmary for
+the aged, was seated on a corner-stone, and seemed to have
+concentrated all his intelligence on an operation well known to these
+pensioners, which consists in drying their snuffy pocket-handkerchiefs
+in the sun, perhaps to save washing them. This old man had an
+attractive countenance. He was dressed in a reddish cloth wrapper-coat
+which the work-house affords to its inmates, a sort of horrible
+livery.
+
+"I say, Derville," said Godeschal to his traveling companion, "look at
+that old fellow. Isn't he like those grotesque carved figures we get
+from Germany? And it is alive, perhaps it is happy."
+
+Derville looked at the poor man through his eyeglass, and with a
+little exclamation of surprise he said:
+
+"That old man, my dear fellow, is a whole poem, or, as the romantics
+say, a drama.--Did you ever meet the Comtesse Ferraud?"
+
+"Yes; she is a clever woman, and agreeable; but rather too pious,"
+said Godeschal.
+
+"That old Bicetre pauper is her lawful husband, Comte Chabert, the old
+Colonel. She has had him sent here, no doubt. And if he is in this
+workhouse instead of living in a mansion, it is solely because he
+reminded the pretty Countess that he had taken her, like a hackney
+cab, on the street. I can remember now the tiger's glare she shot at
+him at that moment."
+
+This opening having excited Godeschal's curiosity, Derville related
+the story here told.
+
+Two days later, on Monday morning, as they returned to Paris, the two
+friends looked again at Bicetre, and Derville proposed that they
+should call on Colonel Chabert. Halfway up the avenue they found the
+old man sitting on the trunk of a felled tree. With his stick in one
+hand, he was amusing himself with drawing lines in the sand. On
+looking at him narrowly, they perceived that he had been breakfasting
+elsewhere than at Bicetre.
+
+"Good-morning, Colonel Chabert," said Derville.
+
+"Not Chabert! not Chabert! My name is Hyacinthe," replied the veteran.
+"I am no longer a man, I am No. 164, Room 7," he added, looking at
+Derville with timid anxiety, the fear of an old man and a child.--"Are
+you going to visit the man condemned to death?" he asked after a
+moment's silence. "He is not married! He is very lucky!"
+
+"Poor fellow!" said Godeschal. "Would you like something to buy
+snuff?"
+
+With all the simplicity of a street Arab, the Colonel eagerly held out
+his hand to the two strangers, who each gave him a twenty-franc piece;
+he thanked them with a puzzled look, saying:
+
+"Brave troopers!"
+
+He ported arms, pretended to take aim at them, and shouted with a
+smile:
+
+"Fire! both arms! /Vive Napoleon/!" And he drew a flourish in the air
+with his stick.
+
+"The nature of his wound has no doubt made him childish," said
+Derville.
+
+"Childish! he?" said another old pauper, who was looking on. "Why,
+there are days when you had better not tread on his corns. He is an
+old rogue, full of philosophy and imagination. But to-day, what can
+you expect! He has had his Monday treat.--He was here, monsieur, so
+long ago as 1820. At that time a Prussian officer, whose chaise was
+crawling up the hill of Villejuif, came by on foot. We two were
+together, Hyacinthe and I, by the roadside. The officer, as he walked,
+was talking to another, a Russian, or some animal of the same species,
+and when the Prussian saw the old boy, just to make fun, he said to
+him, 'Here is an old cavalry man who must have been at Rossbach.'--'I
+was too young to be there,' said Hyacinthe. 'But I was at Jena.' And
+the Prussian made off pretty quick, without asking any more
+questions."
+
+"What a destiny!" exclaimed Derville. "Taken out of the Foundling
+Hospital to die in the Infirmary for the Aged, after helping Napoleon
+between whiles to conquer Egypt and Europe.--Do you know, my dear
+fellow," Derville went on after a pause, "there are in modern society
+three men who can never think well of the world--the priest, the
+doctor, and the man of law? And they wear black robes, perhaps because
+they are in mourning for every virtue and every illusion. The most
+hapless of the three is the lawyer. When a man comes in search of the
+priest, he is prompted by repentance, by remorse, by beliefs which
+make him interesting, which elevate him and comfort the soul of the
+intercessor whose task will bring him a sort of gladness; he purifies,
+repairs and reconciles. But we lawyers, we see the same evil feelings
+repeated again and again, nothing can correct them; our offices are
+sewers which can never be cleansed.
+
+"How many things have I learned in the exercise of my profession! I
+have seen a father die in a garret, deserted by two daughters, to whom
+he had given forty thousand francs a year! I have known wills burned;
+I have seen mothers robbing their children, wives killing their
+husbands, and working on the love they could inspire to make the men
+idiotic or mad, that they might live in peace with a lover. I have
+seen women teaching the child of their marriage such tastes as must
+bring it to the grave in order to benefit the child of an illicit
+affection. I could not tell you all I have seen, for I have seen
+crimes against which justice is impotent. In short, all the horrors
+that romancers suppose they have invented are still below the truth.
+You will know something of these pretty things; as for me, I am going
+to live in the country with my wife. I have a horror of Paris."
+
+"I have seen plenty of them already in Desroches' office," replied
+Godeschal.
+
+
+
+PARIS, February-March 1832.
+
+
+
+
+ADDENDUM
+
+The following personages appear in other stories of the Human Comedy.
+
+Bonaparte, Napoleon
+  The Vendetta
+  The Gondreville Mystery
+  Domestic Peace
+  The Seamy Side of History
+  A Woman of Thirty
+
+Crottat, Alexandre
+  Cesar Birotteau
+  A Start in Life
+  A Woman of Thirty
+  Cousin Pons
+
+Derville
+  Gobseck
+  A Start in Life
+  The Gondreville Mystery
+  Father Goriot
+  Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+
+Desroches (son)
+  A Bachelor's Establishment
+  A Start in Life
+  A Woman of Thirty
+  The Commission in Lunacy
+  The Government Clerks
+  A Distinguished Provincial at Paris
+  Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+  The Firm of Nucingen
+  A Man of Business
+  The Middle Classes
+
+Ferraud, Comtesse
+  The Government Clerks
+
+Godeschal, Francois-Claude-Marie
+  A Bachelor's Establishment
+  A Start in Life
+  The Commission in Lunacy
+  The Middle Classes
+  Cousin Pons
+
+Grandlieu, Vicomtesse de
+  Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+  Gobseck
+
+Louis XVIII., Louis-Stanislas-Xavier
+  The Chouans
+  The Seamy Side of History
+  The Gondreville Mystery
+  Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+  The Ball at Sceaux
+  The Lily of the Valley
+  The Government Clerks
+
+Murat, Joachim, Prince
+  The Vendetta
+  The Gondreville Mystery
+  Domestic Peace
+  The Country Doctor
+
+Navarreins, Duc de
+  A Bachelor's Establishment
+  The Muse of the Department
+  The Thirteen
+  Jealousies of a Country Town
+  The Peasantry
+  Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
+  The Country Parson
+  The Magic Skin
+  The Gondreville Mystery
+  The Secrets of a Princess
+  Cousin Betty
+
+Vergniaud, Louis
+  The Vendetta
+
+
+
+
+
+End of The Project Gutenberg Etext Colonel Chabert, by Honore de Balzac
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