d'Espard deserved respectful admiration.If he believed himself to be by blood the superior of other men, he also believed in all the obligations of nobility; he had the virtues and the strength it demands.He had brought up his children in his own principles, and taught them from the cradle the religion of their caste.A deep sense of their own dignity, pride of name, the conviction that they were by birth great, gave rise in them to a kingly pride, the courage of knights, and the protecting kindness of a baronial lord; their manners, harmonizing with their notions, would have become princes, and offended all the world of the Rue de la Montagne-Sainte-Genevieve --a world, above all others, of equality, where every one believed that M.d'Espard was ruined, and where all, from the lowest to the highest, refused the privileges of nobility to a nobleman without money, because they were all ready to allow an enriched bourgeois to usurp them.Thus the lack of communion between this family and other persons was as much moral as it was physical.
In the father and the children alike, their personality harmonized with the spirit within.M.d'Espard, at this time about fifty, might have sat as a model to represent the aristocracy of birth in the nineteenth century.He was slight and fair; there was in the outline and general expression of his face a native distinction which spoke of lofty sentiments, but it bore the impress of a deliberate coldness which commanded respect a little too decidedly.His aquiline nose bent at the tip from left to right, a slight crookedness which was not devoid of grace; his blue eyes, his high forehead, prominent enough at the brows to form a thick ridge that checked the light and shaded his eyes, all indicated a spirit of rectitude, capable of perseverance and perfect loyalty, while it gave a singular look to his countenance.
This penthouse forehead might, in fact, hint at a touch of madness, and his thick-knitted eyebrows added to the apparent eccentricity.He had the white well-kept hands of a gentleman; his foot was high and narrow.His hesitating speech--not merely as to his pronunciation, which was that of a stammerer, but also in the expression of his ideas, his thought and language--produced on the mind of the hearer the impression of a man who, in familiar phraseology, comes and goes, feels his way, tries everything, breaks off his gestures, and finishes nothing.This defect was purely superficial, and in contrast with the decisiveness of a firmly-set mouth, and the strongly-marked character of his physiognomy.His rather jerky gait matched his mode of speech.
These peculiarities helped to affirm his supposed insanity.In spite of his elegant appearance, he was systematically parsimonious in his personal expenses, and wore the same black frock-coat for three or four years, brushed with extreme care by his old man-servant.
As to the children, they both were handsome, and endowed with a grace which did not exclude an expression of aristocratic disdain.They had the bright coloring, the clear eye, the transparent flesh which reveal habits of purity, regularity of life, and a due proportion of work and play.They both had black hair and blue eyes, and a twist in their nose, like their father; but their mother, perhaps, had transmitted to them the dignity of speech, of look and mien, which are hereditary in the Blamont-Chauvrys.Their voices, as clear as crystal, had an emotional quality, the softness which proves so seductive; they had, in short, the voice a woman would willingly listen to after feeling the flame of their looks.But, above all, they had the modesty of pride, a chaste reserve, a TOUCH-ME-NOT which at a maturer age might have seemed intentional coyness, so much did their demeanor inspire a wish to know them.The elder, Comte Clement de Negrepelisse, was close upon his sixteenth year.For the last two years he had ceased to wear the pretty English round jacket which his brother, Vicomte Camille d'Espard, still wore.The Count, who for the last six months went no more to the College Henri IV., was dressed in the style of a young man enjoying the first pleasures of fashion.His father had not wished to condemn him to a year's useless study of philosophy; he was trying to give his knowledge some consistency by the study of transcendental mathematics.At the same time, the Marquis was having him taught Eastern languages, the international law of Europe, heraldry, and history from the original sources, charters, early documents, and collections of edicts.Camille had lately begun to study rhetoric.