"Come early to me on the day of that breakfast affair,"Rastignac whispered,"and I will teach you to play.You are a discredit to the royal city of Angouleme;and,to repeat M.de Talleyrand's saying,you are laying up an unhappy old age for yourself."Des Lupeaulx was announced.He remembered Lucien,whom he had met at Mme.du Val-Noble's,and bowed with a semblance of friendliness which the poet could not doubt.Des Lupeaulx was in favor,he was a Master of Requests,and did the Ministry secret services;he was,moreover,cunning and ambitious,slipping himself in everywhere;he was everybody's friend,for he never knew whom he might need.He saw plainly that this was a young journalist whose social success would probably equal his success in literature;saw,too,that the poet was ambitious,and overwhelmed him with protestations and expressions of friendship and interest,till Lucien felt as if they were old friends already,and took his promises and speeches for more than their worth.
Des Lupeaulx made a point of knowing a man thoroughly well if he wanted to get rid of him or feared him as a rival.So,to all appearance,Lucien was well received.He knew that much of his success was owing to the Duc de Rhetore,the Minister,Mme.d'Espard,and Mme.
de Montcornet,and went to spend a few moments with the two ladies before taking leave,and talked his very best for them.
"What a coxcomb!"said des Lupeaulx,turning to the Marquise when he had gone.
"He will be rotten before he is ripe,"de Marsay added,smiling."You must have private reasons of your own,madame,for turning his head in this way."When Lucien stepped into the carriage in the courtyard,he found Coralie waiting for him.She had come to fetch him.The little attention touched him;he told her the history of his evening;and,to his no small astonishment,the new notions which even now were running in his head met with Coralie's approval.She strongly advised him to enlist under the ministerial banner.
"You have nothing to expect from the Liberals but hard knocks,"she said."They plot and conspire;they murdered the Duc de Berri.Will they upset the Government?Never!You will never come to anything through them,while you will be Comte de Rubempre if you throw in your lot with the other side.You might render services to the State,and be a peer of France,and marry an heiress.Be an Ultra.It is the proper thing besides,"she added,this being the last word with her on all subjects."I dined with the Val-Noble;she told me that Theodore Gaillard is really going to start his little Royalist Revue,so as to reply to your witticisms and the jokes in the Miroir.To hear them talk,M.Villele's party will be in office before the year is out.Try to turn the change to account before they come to power;and say nothing to Etienne and your friends,for they are quite equal to playing you some ill turn."A week later,Lucien went to Mme.de Montcornet's house,and saw the woman whom he had so loved,whom later he had stabbed to the heart with a jest.He felt the most violent agitation at the sight of her,for Louise also had undergone a transformation.She was the Louise that she would always have been but for her detention in the provinces --she was a great lady.There was a grace and refinement in her mourning dress which told that she was a happy widow;Lucien fancied that this coquetry was aimed in some degree at him,and he was right;but,like an ogre,he had tasted flesh,and all that evening he vacillated between Coralie's warm,voluptuous beauty and the dried-up,haughty,cruel Louise.He could not make up his mind to sacrifice the actress to the great lady;and Mme.de Bargeton--all the old feeling reviving in her at the sight of Lucien,Lucien's beauty,Lucien's cleverness--was waiting and expecting that sacrifice all evening;and after all her insinuating speeches and her fascinations,she had her trouble for her pains.She left the room with a fixed determination to be revenged.
"Well,dear Lucien,"she had said,and in her kindness there was both generosity and Parisian grace;"well,dear Lucien,so you,that were to have been my pride,took me for your first victim;and I forgave you,my dear,for I felt that in such a revenge there was a trace of love still left."With that speech,and the queenly way in which it was uttered,Mme.de Bargeton recovered her position.Lucien,convinced that he was a thousand times in the right,felt that he had been put in the wrong.
Not one word of the causes of the rupture!not one syllable of the terrible farewell letter!A woman of the world has a wonderful genius for diminishing her faults by laughing at them;she can obliterate them all with a smile or a question of feigned surprise,and she knows this.She remembers nothing,she can explain everything;she is amazed,asks questions,comments,amplifies,and quarrels with you,till in the end her sins disappear like stains on the application of a little soap and water;black as ink you knew them to be;and lo!in a moment,you behold immaculate white innocence,and lucky are you if you do not find that you yourself have sinned in some way beyond redemption.
In a moment old illusions regained their power over Lucien and Louise;they talked like friends,as before;but when the lady,with a hesitating sigh,put the question,"Are you happy?"Lucien was not ready with a prompt,decided answer;he was intoxicated with gratified vanity;Coralie,who (let us admit it)had made life easy for him,had turned his head.A melancholy "No"would have made his fortune,but he must needs begin to explain his position with regard to Coralie.He said that he was loved for his own sake;he said a good many foolish things that a man will say when he is smitten with a tender passion,and thought the while that he was doing a clever thing.
Mme.de Bargeton bit her lips.There was no more to be said.Mme.
