Mme.de Bargeton and Lucien de Rubempre had left Angouleme behind,and were traveling together upon the road to Paris.Not one of the party who made that journey alluded to it afterwards;but it may be believed that an infatuated youth who had looked forward to the delights of an elopement,must have found the continual presence of Gentil,the man-servant,and Albertine,the maid,not a little irksome on the way.

Lucien,traveling post for the first time in his life,was horrified to see pretty nearly the whole sum on which he meant to live in Paris for a twelvemonth dropped along the road.Like other men who combine great intellectual powers with the charming simplicity of childhood,he openly expressed his surprise at the new and wonderful things which he saw,and thereby made a mistake.A man should study a woman very carefully before he allows her to see his thoughts and emotions as they arise in him.A woman,whose nature is large as her heart is tender,can smile upon childishness,and make allowances;but let her have ever so small a spice of vanity herself,and she cannot forgive childishness,or littleness,or vanity in her lover.Many a woman is so extravagant a worshiper that she must always see the god in her idol;but there are yet others who love a man for his sake and not for their own,and adore his failings with his greater qualities.

Lucien had not guessed as yet that Mme.de Bargeton's love was grafted on pride.He made another mistake when he failed to discern the meaning of certain smiles which flitted over Louise's lips from time to time;and instead of keeping himself to himself,he indulged in the playfulness of the young rat emerging from his hole for the first time.

The travelers were set down before daybreak at the sign of the Gaillard-Bois in the Rue de l'Echelle,both so tired out with the journey that Louise went straight to bed and slept,first bidding Lucien to engage the room immediately overhead.Lucien slept on till four o'clock in the afternoon,when he was awakened by Mme.de Bargeton's servant,and learning the hour,made a hasty toilet and hurried downstairs.

Louise was sitting in the shabby inn sitting-room.Hotel accommodation is a blot on the civilization of Paris;for with all its pretensions to elegance,the city as yet does not boast a single inn where a well-to-do traveler can find the surroundings to which he is accustomed at home.To Lucien's just-awakened,sleep-dimmed eyes,Louise was hardly recognizable in this cheerless,sunless room,with the shabby window-curtains,the comfortless polished floor,the hideous furniture bought second-hand,or much the worse for wear.

Some people no longer look the same when detached from the background of faces,objects,and surroundings which serve as a setting,without which,indeed,they seem to lose something of their intrinsic worth.

Personality demands its appropriate atmosphere to bring out its values,just as the figures in Flemish interiors need the arrangement of light and shade in which they are placed by the painter's genius if they are to live for us.This is especially true of provincials.Mme.

de Bargeton,moreover,looked more thoughtful and dignified than was necessary now,when no barriers stood between her and happiness.

Gentil and Albertine waited upon them,and while they were present Lucien could not complain.The dinner,sent in from a neighboring restaurant,fell far below the provincial average,both in quantity and quality;the essential goodness of country fare was wanting,and in point of quantity the portions were cut with so strict an eye to business that they savored of short commons.In such small matters Paris does not show its best side to travelers of moderate fortune.

Lucien waited till the meal was over.Some change had come over Louise,he thought,but he could not explain it.

And a change had,in fact,taken place.Events had occurred while he slept;for reflection is an event in our inner history,and Mme.de Bargeton had been reflecting.

About two o'clock that afternoon,Sixte du Chatelet made his appearance in the Rue de l'Echelle and asked for Albertine.The sleeping damsel was roused,and to her he expressed his wish to speak with her mistress.Mme.de Bargeton had scarcely time to dress before he came back again.The unaccountable apparition of M.du Chatelet roused the lady's curiosity,for she had kept her journey a profound secret,as she thought.At three o'clock the visitor was admitted.

"I have risked a reprimand from headquarters to follow you,"he said,as he greeted her;"I foresaw coming events.But if I lose my post for it,YOU,at any rate,shall not be lost.""What do you mean?"exclaimed Mme.de Bargeton.

"I can see plainly that you love Lucien,"he continued,with an air of tender resignation."You must love indeed if YOU can act thus recklessly,and disregard the conventions which you know so well.Dear adored Nais,can you really imagine that Mme.d'Espard's salon,or any other salon in Paris,will not be closed to you as soon as it is known that you have fled from Angouleme,as it were,with a young man,especially after the duel between M.de Bargeton and M.de Chandour?

The fact that your husband has gone to the Escarbas looks like a separation.Under such circumstances a gentleman fights first and afterwards leaves his wife at liberty.By all means,give M.de Rubempre your love and your countenance;do just as you please;but you must not live in the same house.If anybody here in Paris knew that you had traveled together,the whole world that you have a mind to see would point the finger at you.

"And,Nais,do not make these sacrifices for a young man whom you have as yet compared with no one else;he,on his side,has been put to no proof;he may forsake you for some Parisienne,better able,as he may fancy,to further his ambitions.I mean no harm to the man you love,but you will permit me to put your own interests before his,and to beg you to study him,to be fully aware of the serious nature of this step that you are taking.And,then,if you find all doors closed against you,and that none of the women call upon you,make sure at least that you will feel no regret for all that you have renounced for him.Be very certain first that he for whom you will have given up so much will always be worthy of your sacrifices and appreciate them.

"Just now,"continued Chatelet,"Mme.d'Espard is the more prudish and particular because she herself is separated from her husband,nobody knows why.The Navarreins,the Lenoncourts,the Blamont-Chauvrys,and the rest of the relations have all rallied round her;the most strait-laced women are seen at her house,and receive her with respect,and the Marquis d'Espard has been put in the wrong.The first call that you pay will make it clear to you that I am right;indeed,knowing Paris as I do,I can tell you beforehand that you will no sooner enter the Marquise's salon than you will be in despair lest she should find out that you are staying at the Gaillard-Bois with an apothecary's son,though he may wish to be called M.de Rubempre.

"You will have rivals here,women far more astute and shrewd than Amelie;they will not fail to discover who you are,where you are,where you come from,and all that you are doing.You have counted upon your incognito,I see,but you are one of those women for whom an incognito is out of the question.You will meet Angouleme at every turn.There are the deputies from the Charente coming up for the opening of the session;there is the Commandant in Paris on leave.

Why,the first man or woman from Angouleme who happens to see you would cut your career short in a strange fashion.You would simply be Lucien's mistress.

"If you need me at any time,I am staying with the Receiver-General in the Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honore,two steps away from Mme.d'Espard's.

I am sufficiently acquainted with the Marechale de Carigliano,Mme.de Serizy,and the President of the Council to introduce you to those houses;but you will meet so many people at Mme.d'Espard's,that you are not likely to require me.So far from wishing to gain admittance to this set or that,every one will be longing to make your acquaintance."Chatelet talked on;Mme.de Bargeton made no interruption.She was struck with his perspicacity.The queen of Angouleme had,in fact,counted upon preserving her incognito.

"You are right,my dear friend,"she said at length;"but what am I to do?""Allow me to find suitable furnished lodgings for you,"suggested Chatelet;"that way of living is less expensive than an inn.You will have a home of your own;and,if you will take my advice,you will sleep in your new rooms this very night.""But how did you know my address?"queried she.

"Your traveling carriage is easily recognized;and,besides,I was following you.At Sevres your postilion told mine that he had brought you here.Will you permit me to act as your harbinger?I will write as soon as I have found lodgings.""Very well,do so,"said she.And in those seemingly insignificant words,all was said.The Baron du Chatelet had spoken the language of worldly wisdom to a woman of the world.He had made his appearance before her in faultless dress,a neat cab was waiting for him at the door;and Mme.de Bargeton,standing by the window thinking over the position,chanced to see the elderly dandy drive away.

A few moments later Lucien appeared,half awake and hastily dressed.

He was handsome,it is true;but his clothes,his last year's nankeen trousers,and his shabby tight jacket were ridiculous.Put Antinous or the Apollo Belvedere himself into a water-carrier's blouse,and how shall you recognize the godlike creature of the Greek or Roman chisel?

The eyes note and compare before the heart has time to revise the swift involuntary judgment;and the contrast between Lucien and Chatelet was so abrupt that it could not fail to strike Louise.

Towards six o'clock that evening,when dinner was over,Mme.de Bargeton beckoned Lucien to sit beside her on the shabby sofa,covered with a flowered chintz--a yellow pattern on a red ground.

"Lucien mine,"she said,"don't you think that if we have both of us done a foolish thing,suicidal for both our interests,it would only be common sense to set matters right?We ought not to live together in Paris,dear boy,and we must not allow anyone to suspect that we traveled together.Your career depends so much upon my position that Iought to do nothing to spoil it.So,to-night,I am going to remove into lodgings near by.But you will stay on here,we can see each other every day,and nobody can say a word against us."And Louise explained conventions to Lucien,who opened wide eyes.He had still to learn that when a woman thinks better of her folly,she thinks better of her love;but one thing he understood--he saw that he was no longer the Lucien of Angouleme.Louise talked of herself,of HER interests,HER reputation,and of the world;and,to veil her egoism,she tried to make him believe that this was all on his account.He had no claim upon Louise thus suddenly transformed into Mme.de Bargeton,and,more serious still,he had no power over her.

He could not keep back the tears that filled his eyes.

"If I am your glory,"cried the poet,"you are yet more to me--you are my one hope,my whole future rests with you.I thought that if you meant to make my successes yours,you would surely make my adversity yours also,and here we are going to part already.""You are judging my conduct,"said she;"you do not love me."Lucien looked at her with such a dolorous expression,that in spite of herself,she said:

"Darling,I will stay if you like.We shall both be ruined,we shall have no one to come to our aid.But when we are both equally wretched,and every one shuts their door upon us both,when failure (for we must look all possibilities in the face),when failure drives us back to the Escarbas,then remember,love,that I foresaw the end,and that at the first I proposed that we should make your way by conforming to established rules.""Louise,"he cried,with his arms around her,"you are wise;you frighten me!Remember that I am a child,that I have given myself up entirely to your dear will.I myself should have preferred to overcome obstacles and win my way among men by the power that is in me;but if I can reach the goal sooner through your aid,I shall be very glad to owe all my success to you.Forgive me!You mean so much to me that Icannot help fearing all kinds of things;and,for me,parting means that desertion is at hand,and desertion is death.""But,my dear boy,the world's demands are soon satisfied,"returned she."You must sleep here;that is all.All day long you will be with me,and no one can say a word."A few kisses set Lucien's mind completely at rest.An hour later Gentil brought in a note from Chatelet.He told Mme.de Bargeton that he had found lodgings for her in the Rue Nueve-de-Luxembourg.Mme.de Bargeton informed herself of the exact place,and found that it was not very far from the Rue de l'Echelle."We shall be neighbors,"she told Lucien.

Two hours afterwards Louise stepped into the hired carriage sent by Chatelet for the removal to the new rooms.The apartments were of the class that upholsterers furnish and let to wealthy deputies and persons of consideration on a short visit to Paris--showy and uncomfortable.It was eleven o'clock when Lucien returned to his inn,having seen nothing as yet of Paris except the part of the Rue Saint-Honore which lies between the Rue Neuve-de-Luxembourg and the Rue de l'Echelle.He lay down in his miserable little room,and could not help comparing it in his own mind with Louise's sumptuous apartments.

Just as he came away the Baron du Chatelet came in,gorgeously arrayed in evening dress,fresh from the Minister for Foreign Affairs,to inquire whether Mme.de Bargeton was satisfied with all that he had done on her behalf.Nais was uneasy.The splendor was alarming to her mind.Provincial life had reacted upon her;she was painfully conscientious over her accounts,and economical to a degree that is looked upon as miserly in Paris.She had brought with her twenty thousand francs in the shape of a draft on the Receiver-General,considering that the sum would more than cover the expenses of four years in Paris;she was afraid already lest she should not have enough,and should run into debt;and now Chatelet told her that her rooms would only cost six hundred francs per month.

"A mere trifle,"added he,seeing that Nais was startled."For five hundred francs a month you can have a carriage from a livery stable;fifty louis in all.You need only think of your dress.A woman moving in good society could not well do less;and if you mean to obtain a Receiver-General's appointment for M.de Bargeton,or a post in the Household,you ought not to look poverty-stricken.Here,in Paris,they only give to the rich.It is most fortunate that you brought Gentil to go out with you,and Albertine for your own woman,for servants are enough to ruin you here.But with your introductions you will seldom be home to a meal."Mme.de Bargeton and the Baron de Chatelet chatted about Paris.

Chatelet gave her all the news of the day,the myriad nothings that you are bound to know,under penalty of being a nobody.Before very long the Baron also gave advice as to shopping,recommending Herbault for toques and Juliette for hats and bonnets;he added the address of a fashionable dressmaker to supersede Victorine.In short,he made the lady see the necessity of rubbing off Angouleme.Then he took his leave after a final flash of happy inspiration.

"I expect I shall have a box at one of the theatres to-morrow,"he remarked carelessly;"I will call for you and M.de Rubempre,for you must allow me to do the honors of Paris.""There is more generosity in his character than I thought,"said Mme.

de Bargeton to herself when Lucien was included in the invitation.

In the month of June ministers are often puzzled to know what to do with boxes at the theatre;ministerialist deputies and their constituents are busy in their vineyards or harvest fields,and their more exacting acquaintances are in the country or traveling about;so it comes to pass that the best seats are filled at this season with heterogeneous theatre-goers,never seen at any other time of year,and the house is apt to look as if it were tapestried with very shabby material.Chatelet had thought already that this was his opportunity of giving Nais the amusements which provincials crave most eagerly,and that with very little expense.

The next morning,the very first morning in Paris,Lucien went to the Rue Nueve-de-Luxembourg and found that Louise had gone out.She had gone to make some indispensable purchases,to take counsel of the mighty and illustrious authorities in the matter of the feminine toilette,pointed out to her by Chatelet,for she had written to tell the Marquise d'Espard of her arrival.Mme.de Bargeton possessed the self-confidence born of a long habit of rule,but she was exceedingly afraid of appearing to be provincial.She had tact enough to know how greatly the relations of women among themselves depend upon first impressions;and though she felt that she was equal to taking her place at once in such a distinguished set as Mme.de d'Espard's,she felt also that she stood in need of goodwill at her first entrance into society,and was resolved,in the first place,that she would leave nothing undone to secure success.So she felt boundlessly thankful to Chatelet for pointing out these ways of putting herself in harmony with the fashionable world.