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The letter was written and signed by the prefect of the Aube. "You have been talking prose without knowing it," said the Unknown, taking back the letter. Antonin Goulard, already struck with the aristocratic tone and manners of this personage, became respectful. "How was that, monsieur?" he asked. "By endeavoring to entice Anicette. She told us of the attempts of your man Julien to corrupt her.
"Monsieur," said the sub-prefect with a certain official hauteur, "I have just learned from the wife of the innkeeper that you refuse to conform to the ordinances of the police, and as I do not doubt that you are a person of distinction, I have come myself " "Is your name Goulard?" demanded the stranger in a high voice. "I am the sub-prefect, monsieur," replied Antonin Goulard.
"Is M. de Bezers at his house?" she asked anxiously. "Yes," Croisette answered. "He came in last night from St. Antonin, with very small attendance." The news seemed to set her fears at rest instead of augmenting them as I should have expected. I suppose they were rather for Louis de Pavannes, than for herself.
The three brothers Grenier, who interfered on behalf of Rochette, were ordered to have their heads taken off for resisting the secular power; and the two guides, who were bearing the sick Rochette to St. Antonin for the benefit of the waters, were sent to the galleys for life.
The sub-prefect read the words: Quo me trahit fortuna. Though he was not strong enough in French blazon to know the house that bore that device, Antonin felt sure that the Cinq-Cygnes would not send their chariot, nor the Princess de Cadignan a missive by her maid, except to a person of the highest nobility. "Ha! so you know the maid of the Princess de Cadignan! happy man!" said Antonin.
Of course that cut down his wife's dowry; she inherited only a part of her father's property. And, besides, as the trade of a miller never enriched his father, Lepailleur curses his mill from morning till night, and declares that he won't prevent his boy Antonin from going to eat white bread in Paris, if he can find a good berth there when he grows up."
Antonin Moyne said one day to his wife, who was still young, having been married to him when she was only fifteen years old: "I will kill myself." The next day his wife found a loaded pistol under a piece of furniture. She took it and hid it. It appears that Antonin Moyne found it again. His reason no doubt began to give way. He always carried a bludgeon and razor about with him.
"Well?" cried the circle around Mademoiselle Beauvisage as soon as he reappeared. "He is a count, and vieille roche, I answer for it." "Oh! how I should like to see him!" cried Cecile. "Mademoiselle," said Antonin, smiling and looking maliciously at Madame Mollot, "he is tall and well-made and does not wear a wig.
He lived in a little apartment in the Rue de Boursault, at No. 8, I think, at the corner of the Rue Labruyere. The little apartment gradually became bare. After June, Antonin Moyne solicited an order of the Government. The matter dragged along for six months. Three or four Cabinets succeeded each other and Louis Bonaparte had time to be nominated President.
Antonin had provided his son-in-law with a coadjutor, Lucius Verus, the son of Hadrian's mignon, a magnificent scoundrel; a tall, broad-shouldered athlete, with a skin as fresh as a girl's and thick curly hair, which he covered with a powder of gold; a viveur, whose suppers are famous still; whose guests were given the slaves that served them, the plate off which they had eaten, the cups from which they had drunk cups of gold, cups of silver, jewelled cups, cups from Alexandria, murrhine vases filled with nard cars and litters to go home with, mules with silver trappings and negro muleteers.
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