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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +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 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** 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> + “HULLO! There is that old Box-coat again!” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + 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 <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> + “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. + </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> + “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. + </p> + <p> + Then he went on improvising: + </p> + <p> + “<i>But, in his noble and beneficent wisdom, his Majesty, Louis the + Eighteenth</i>—(write it at full length, heh! Desroches the learned—you, + as you engross it!)—<i>when he resumed the reins of Government, + understood</i>—(what did that old nincompoop ever understand?)—<i>the + high mission to which he had been called by Divine Providence!</i>—(a + note of admiration and six stops. They are pious enough at the Courts to + let us put six)—<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>—(‘numerous’ is + flattering, and ought to please the Bench)—<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>—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!” + </p> + <p> + And Godeschal took up the sentence he was dictating—“<i>given in</i>—Are + you ready?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” cried the three writers. + </p> + <p> + It all went all together, the appeal, the gossip, and the conspiracy. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Given in</i>—Here, Daddy Boucard, what is the date of the order? + We must dot our <i>i</i>’s and cross our <i>t</i>’s, by Jingo! it helps to + fill the pages.” + </p> + <p> + “By Jingo!” repeated one of the copying clerks before Boucard, the head + clerk, could reply. + </p> + <p> + “What! have you written <i>by Jingo</i>?” cried Godeschal, looking at one + of the novices, with an expression at once stern and humorous. + </p> + <p> + “Why, yes,” said Desroches, the fourth clerk, leaning across his + neighbor’s copy, “he has written, ‘<i>We must dot our i’s</i>’ and spelt + it <i>by Gingo</i>!” + </p> + <p> + All the clerks shouted with laughter. + </p> + <p> + “Why! Monsieur Hure, you take ‘By Jingo’ for a law term, and you say you + come from Mortagne!” exclaimed Simonnin. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Given in—in</i>?” asked Godeschal.—“Tell me when, + Boucard.” + </p> + <p> + “June 1814,” 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, “Come in!” + </p> + <p> + Boucard kept his face buried in a pile of papers—<i>broutilles</i> + (odds and ends) in French law jargon—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’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. + </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,—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 <i>remainders</i>, + machines for twisting parchment gut, and bags left by the prosecuting + parties of the Chatelet (abbreviated to <i>Chlet</i>)—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—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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Where is my penknife?” + </p> + <p> + “I am eating my breakfast.” + </p> + <p> + “You go and be hanged! here is a blot on the copy.” + </p> + <p> + “Silence, gentlemen!” + </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> + “Monsieur, is your master at home?” + </p> + <p> + 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.” + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “This is the fifth time I have called,” replied the victim. “I wish to + speak to M. Derville.” + </p> + <p> + “On business?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but I can explain it to no one but—” + </p> + <p> + “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——” + </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’ 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> + “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.” + </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> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “I will come again to-night,” 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> + “What do you think of that for a cracked pot?” said Simonnin, without + waiting till the old man had shut the door. + </p> + <p> + “He looks as if he had been buried and dug up again,” said a clerk. + </p> + <p> + “He is some colonel who wants his arrears of pay,” said the head clerk. + </p> + <p> + “No, he is a retired concierge,” said Godeschal. + </p> + <p> + “I bet you he is a nobleman,” cried Boucard. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “He may be of noble birth, and yet have pulled the doorlatch,” cried + Desroches. “It has been known!” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “I bet theatre tickets round that he never was a soldier,” said Godeschal. + </p> + <p> + “Done with you,” answered Boucard. + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur! Monsieur!” shouted the little messenger, opening the window. + </p> + <p> + “What are you at now, Simonnin?” asked Boucard. + </p> + <p> + “I am calling him that you may ask him whether he is a colonel or a + porter; he must know.” + </p> + <p> + All the clerks laughed. As to the old man, he was already coming upstairs + again. + </p> + <p> + “What can we say to him?” cried Godeschal. + </p> + <p> + “Leave it to me,” 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> + “Monsieur,” said Boucard, “will you have the kindness to leave your name, + so that M. Derville may know——” + </p> + <p> + “Chabert.” + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “The same, monsieur,” replied the good man, with antique simplicity. And + he went away. + </p> + <p> + “Whew!” + </p> + <p> + “Done brown!” + </p> + <p> + “Poof!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” + </p> + <p> + “Boum!” + </p> + <p> + “The old rogue!” + </p> + <p> + “Ting-a-ring-ting!” + </p> + <p> + “Sold again!” + </p> + <p> + “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. + </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> + “Which theatre shall we go to?” + </p> + <p> + “To the opera,” cried the head clerk. + </p> + <p> + “In the first place,” said Godeschal, “I never mentioned which theatre. I + might, if I chose, take you to see Madame Saqui.” + </p> + <p> + “Madame Saqui is not the play.” + </p> + <p> + “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—” + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “To be seen for money,” Godeschal added. + </p> + <p> + “But a great many things are to be seen for money that are not plays. The + definition is defective,” said Desroches. + </p> + <p> + “But do listen to me!” + </p> + <p> + “You are talking nonsense, my dear boy,” said Boucard. + </p> + <p> + “Is Curtius’ a play?” said Godeschal. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said the head clerk, “it is a collection of figures—but it is + a spectacle.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “And so on, and so forth!” said Simonnin. + </p> + <p> + “You mind I don’t box your ears!” said Godeschal. + </p> + <p> + The clerk shrugged their shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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!” + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + And thereupon the head clerk sat down at his table, and the others + followed his example. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Given in June eighteen hundred and fourteen</i> (in words),” said + Godeschal. “Ready?” + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “<i>And we hope that my lords on the Bench</i>,” the extemporizing clerk + went on. “Stop! I must read my sentence through again. I do not understand + it myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Forty-six (that must often happen) and three forty-nines,” said Boucard. + </p> + <p> + “<i>We hope</i>,” Godeschal began again, after reading all through the + document, “<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>——” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur Godeschal, wouldn’t you like a glass of water?” said the little + messenger. + </p> + <p> + “That imp of a boy!” said Boucard. “Here, get on your double-soled + shanks-mare, take this packet, and spin off to the Invalides.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Here set forth</i>,” Godeschal went on. “Add <i>in the interest of + Madame la Vicomtesse</i> (at full length) <i>de Grandlieu</i>.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + This scene is typical of the thousand delights which, when we look back on + our youth, make us say, “Those were good times.” + </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’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> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </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’ 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. + </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’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, “His intelligence must have escaped through + that cut.” + </p> + <p> + “If this is not Colonel Chabert, he is some thorough-going trooper!” + thought Boucard. + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur,” said Derville, “to whom have I the honor of speaking?” + </p> + <p> + “To Colonel Chabert.” + </p> + <p> + “Which?” + </p> + <p> + “He who was killed at Eylau,” 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, “He is mad.” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur,” the Colonel went on, “I wish to confide to you the secret of + my position.” + </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> + “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.” + </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> + “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 <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’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.” + </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> + “Do you know, monsieur, that I am lawyer to the Countess Ferraud,” he + said, interrupting the speaker, “Colonel Chabert’s widow?” + </p> + <p> + “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? + </p> + <p> + “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> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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! + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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> + “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——” + </p> + <p> + Without finishing his sentence, Colonel Chabert fell into a deep study, + which Derville respected. + </p> + <p> + “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?” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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—” + </p> + <p> + “What lawsuit?” said the attorney, who had forgotten his client’s painful + position in listening to the narrative of his past sufferings. + </p> + <p> + “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!” + </p> + <p> + “Pray resume your narrative,” said Derville. + </p> + <p> + “‘Pray resume it!’” cried the hapless old man, taking the young lawyer’s + hand. “That is the first polite word I have heard since——” + </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> + “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.” + </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’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’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. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “At Stuttgart. You were out of prison,” said Derville. + </p> + <p> + “You know my wife?” asked the Colonel. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Derville, with a bow. + </p> + <p> + “What is she like?” + </p> + <p> + “Still quite charming.” + </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> + “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 <i>sans-culotte</i>. 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. + </p> + <p> + “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! + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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! + </p> + <p> + “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 <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’s silence! + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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!” + </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> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” said the Colonel, coldly, with a haughty jerk of his head, “if I + fail, I can die—but not alone.” + </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> + “We must perhaps compromise,” said the lawyer. + </p> + <p> + “Compromise!” echoed Colonel Chabert. “Am I dead, or am I alive?” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Will you be good enough to describe the documents, and tell me the name + of the town, and in what kingdom?” 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—a horny hand, saying with much simplicity: + </p> + <p> + “On my honor, sir, after the Emperor, you are the man to whom I shall owe + most. You are a splendid fellow!” + </p> + <p> + The attorney clapped his hand into the Colonel’s, saw him to the stairs, + and held a light for him. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </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> + “I may smoke cigars!” he said to himself. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </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—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> + “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!” + </p> + <p> + He took up the letter and opened it; but he could not read it; it was + written in German. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </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> + “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—?” + </p> + <p> + “We will say that unfortunate, that ill-used Roguin,” interrupted + Alexandre Crottat with a laugh. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “So that Comte Chabert’s personal fortune was no more than three hundred + thousand francs?” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </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, “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. + </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—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. + </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’s + approach, scuttered away screaming, and the watch-dog barked. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </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—a + technical phrase to a smoker—a humble, short clay pipe of the kind + called “<i>brule-queule</i>.” 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> + “Silence in the ranks!” + </p> + <p> + The children at once kept a respectful silence, which showed the power the + old soldier had over them. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </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’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 <i>Bulletins de la Grande Armee</i>, 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. + </p> + <p> + “Does the smell of the pipe annoy you?” he said, placing the dilapidated + straw-bottomed chair for his lawyer. + </p> + <p> + “But, Colonel, you are dreadfully uncomfortable here!” + </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> + “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!” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </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> + “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?” + </p> + <p> + “Why,” replied the Colonel, “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>—” + </p> + <p> + “An Egyptian!” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “He might have lodged you better for your money,” said Derville. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “Colonel, to-morrow or the next day, I shall receive your papers from + Heilsberg. The woman who dug you out is still alive!” + </p> + <p> + “Curse the money! To think I haven’t got any!” 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> + “Colonel, it is an exceedingly complicated business,” said Derville as + they left the room to walk up and down in the sunshine. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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? + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “And my fortune?” + </p> + <p> + “Do you suppose you had a fine fortune?” + </p> + <p> + “Had I not thirty thousand francs a year?” + </p> + <p> + “My dear Colonel, in 1799 you made a will before your marriage, leaving + one-quarter of your property to hospitals.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “And you call that justice!” said the Colonel, in dismay. + </p> + <p> + “Why, certainly—” + </p> + <p> + “A pretty kind of justice!” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “But she was not a widow. The decree is utterly void——” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “That would be to sell my wife!” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “Let us go together.” + </p> + <p> + “What, just as you are?” said the lawyer. “No, my dear Colonel, no. You + might lose your case on the spot.” + </p> + <p> + “Can I possibly gain it?” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “To be sure, I am a grand officer of the Legion of Honor; I had forgotten + that,” said he simply. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “And you will find yourself in Charenton.” + </p> + <p> + At this terrible name the soldier’s transports collapsed. + </p> + <p> + “And will there be no hope for me at the Ministry of War?” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </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> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “Do what you will,” said Chabert. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but you surrender yourself to me like a man marching to his death.” + </p> + <p> + “Must I not be left to live without a position, without a name? Is that + endurable?” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, proceed then,” said Chabert. “I put myself entirely in your hands.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </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’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> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “And what then?” replied Derville. “What concern have you with him?—But + who are you?” said the cautious lawyer. + </p> + <p> + “I am Louis Vergniaud,” he replied at once. “I have a few words to say to + you.” + </p> + <p> + “So you are the man who has lodged Comte Chabert as I have found him?” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “He?” + </p> + <p> + “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?” + </p> + <p> + “But, my good man, I have not time to listen to your story. Only tell me + how the Colonel offended you.” + </p> + <p> + “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——” + </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> + “On my honor, I believe it is characteristic of virtue to have nothing to + do with riches!” thought he. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “And will that be soon?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, dear God! how glad my wife will be!” and the cowkeeper’s tanned face + seemed to expand. + </p> + <p> + “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...” + </p> + <p> + 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? + </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’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’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. + </p> + <p> + The Emperor fell. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </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’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. + </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’ + 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. + </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’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’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. + </p> + <p> + “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 <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’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. + </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’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> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning, Monsieur Derville,” said she, giving the monkey some coffee + to drink. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “I am so <i>grieved</i>, M. le Comte is away—” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I will send for Delbecq,” said she. + </p> + <p> + “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!” + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “What, then, do you wish to discuss with me?” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “The proof that you received the first letter, madame, is that it + contained some securities—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, as to securities—that it certainly did not.” + </p> + <p> + “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——” + </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, “Since you are the so-called Chabert’s attorney, be so good + as to—” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, speak on, monsieur,” said she graciously. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “And who is he?” + </p> + <p> + “Comte Ferraud.” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur Ferraud has too great an affection for me, too much respect for + the mother of his children—” + </p> + <p> + “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—” + </p> + <p> + “He would defend me, monsieur.” + </p> + <p> + “No, madame.” + </p> + <p> + “What reason could he have for deserting me, monsieur?” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + The Countess turned pale. + </p> + <p> + “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—” + </p> + <p> + “Enough, enough, monsieur!” she exclaimed. “I will never have any lawyer + but you. What is to be done?” + </p> + <p> + “Compromise!” said Derville. + </p> + <p> + “Does he still love me?” she said. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I do not think he can do otherwise.” + </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’s + affection to gain her cause by some feminine cunning. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </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’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’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> + “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?” + </p> + <p> + “The chief is a great magician,” said Godeschal. + </p> + <p> + “Then there is no trick to play on him this time?” asked Desroches. + </p> + <p> + “His wife has taken that in hand, the Comtesse Ferraud,” said Boucard. + </p> + <p> + “What next?” said Godeschal. “Is Comtesse Ferraud required to belong to + two men?” + </p> + <p> + “Here she is,” answered Simonnin. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + Comte Chabert was in Derville’s private room at the moment when his wife + came in by the door of the office. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “And in leap year,” said Godeschal, “they must settle the <i>count</i> + between them.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + Derville had made the Colonel retire to the bedroom when the Countess was + admitted. + </p> + <p> + “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—” + </p> + <p> + “It is an attention for which I am obliged to you.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me see, monsieur,” said the Countess impatiently. + </p> + <p> + Derville read aloud: + </p> + <p> + “‘Between the undersigned: + </p> + <p> + “‘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> + “‘And Madame Rose Chapotel, wife of the aforesaid M. le Comte Chabert, <i>nee</i>—‘” + </p> + <p> + “Pass over the preliminaries,” said she. “Come to the conditions.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “That will not suit me in the least,” said the Countess with surprise. “I + will be a party to no suit; you know why.” + </p> + <p> + “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—” + </p> + <p> + “But it is much too dear!” exclaimed the Countess. + </p> + <p> + “Can you compromise the matter cheaper?” + </p> + <p> + “Possibly.” + </p> + <p> + “But what do you want, madame?” + </p> + <p> + “I want—I will not have a lawsuit. I want—” + </p> + <p> + “You want him to remain dead?” said Derville, interrupting her hastily. + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur,” said the Countess, “if twenty-four thousand francs a year are + necessary, we will go to law—” + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “It is he,” said the Countess to herself. + </p> + <p> + “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—” + </p> + <p> + “But monsieur is not Colonel Chabert!” cried the Countess, in feigned + amazement. + </p> + <p> + “Indeed!” said the old man, in a tone of intense irony. “Do you want + proofs? I found you in the Palais Royal——” + </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> + “You were with La—” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </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> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “I will kill her!” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </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—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. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “Well, get in!” 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> + “Where to?” asked the servant. + </p> + <p> + “To Groslay,” said she. + </p> + <p> + The horses started at once, and carried them all across Paris. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur,” repeated she, after an imperceptible pause, “I knew you at + once.” + </p> + <p> + “Rosine,” said the old soldier, “those words contain the only balm that + can help me to forget my misfortunes.” + </p> + <p> + Two large tears rolled hot on to his wife’s hands, which he pressed to + show his paternal affection. + </p> + <p> + “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?” + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </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> + “Rosine.” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur?” + </p> + <p> + “The dead are very wrong to come to life again.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </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> + “My dear friend, we will talk all this over later when our hearts have + rested,” 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’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> + “Then you felt quite sure you would bring me here?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” replied she, “if I found Colonel Chabert in Derville’s client.” + </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’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. + </p> + <p> + “Alas!” she exclaimed, “I wish I were dead! My position is intolerable...” + </p> + <p> + “Why, what is the matter?” asked the good man. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing, nothing!” 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> + “Rosine,” said he, “what is the matter with you?” + </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> + “You do not answer me?” the Colonel said to his wife. + </p> + <p> + “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?” + </p> + <p> + “Call him your husband, my poor child,” replied the Colonel, in a kind + voice. “Is he not the father of your children?” + </p> + <p> + “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—” + </p> + <p> + “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—” + </p> + <p> + “That is impossible!” she exclaimed, with a sudden spasmodic movement. + “Remember that you would have to renounce your identity, and in an + authenticated form.” + </p> + <p> + “What?” said the Colonel. “Is not my word enough for you?” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Jules, leave your sister in peace,” the Countess called out. + </p> + <p> + “What, are your children here?” said Chabert. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but I told them not to trouble you.” + </p> + <p> + The old soldier understood the delicacy, the womanly tact of so gracious a + precaution, and took the Countess’ hand to kiss it. + </p> + <p> + “But let them come,” said he. + </p> + <p> + The little girl ran up to complain of her brother. + </p> + <p> + “Mamma!” + </p> + <p> + “Mamma!” + </p> + <p> + “It was Jules—” + </p> + <p> + “It was her—” + </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> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you making mamma cry?” said Jules, looking fiercely at the Colonel. + </p> + <p> + “Silence, Jules!” 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> + “Oh yes!” she cried. “If I am separated from the Count, only leave me my + children, and I will submit to anything...” + </p> + <p> + This was the decisive speech which gained all that she had hoped from it. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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 <i>Constitutionnel</i>.” + </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> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Turf and thunder! What a fool you must think me! Why, I should make + myself out a swindler!” he exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </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’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> + “Well, Monsieur Delbecq, has he signed?” the Countess asked her secretary, + whom she saw alone on the road beyond the hedge of a haha. + </p> + <p> + “No, madame. I do not even know what has become of our man. The old horse + reared.” + </p> + <p> + “Then we shall be obliged to put him into Charenton,” said she, “since we + have got him.” + </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’s cheeks received. + </p> + <p> + “And you may add that old horses can kick!” 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’ 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. + </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—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. + </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> + “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!” + </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> + “Do not touch me!” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </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’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"> + “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. +</pre> + <p> + “Yours, etc., DELBECQ.” + </p> + <p> + “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!” + </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’ 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 + <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—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—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> + “Do you recognize me?” said Derville to the old man, standing in front of + him. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir,” said Chabert, rising. + </p> + <p> + “If you are an honest man,” Derville went on in an undertone, “how could + you remain in my debt?” + </p> + <p> + The old soldier blushed as a young girl might when accused by her mother + of a clandestine love affair. + </p> + <p> + “What! Madame Ferraud has not paid you?” cried he in a loud voice. + </p> + <p> + “Paid me?” said Derville. “She wrote to me that you were a swindler.” + </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> + “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.” + </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> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “What!” said Derville. “Did you not stipulate for an allowance?” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </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’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’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> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + Derville looked at the poor man through his eyeglass, and with a little + exclamation of surprise he said: + </p> + <p> + “That old man, my dear fellow, is a whole poem, or, as the romantics say, + a drama.—Did you ever meet the Comtesse Ferraud?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; she is a clever woman, and agreeable; but rather too pious,” said + Godeschal. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + This opening having excited Godeschal’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> + “Good-morning, Colonel Chabert,” said Derville. + </p> + <p> + “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!” + </p> + <p> + “Poor fellow!” said Godeschal. “Would you like something to buy snuff?” + </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> + “Brave troopers!” + </p> + <p> + He ported arms, pretended to take aim at them, and shouted with a smile: + </p> + <p> + “Fire! both arms! <i>Vive Napoleon</i>!” And he drew a flourish in the air + with his stick. + </p> + <p> + “The nature of his wound has no doubt made him childish,” said Derville. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “I have seen plenty of them already in Desroches’ office,” 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’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 +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Colonel Chabert, by Honore de Balzac + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK COLONEL CHABERT *** + +***** This file should be named 1954-h.htm or 1954-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/1/9/5/1954/ + +Produced by John Bickers, and Dagny, and David Widger + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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