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You make conditions when your help is required by the Wattevilles and the Rupts! Well, God knows, I meant to be content with these small joys; with seeing you, hearing you speak, going with you to les Rouxey, that your presence might to me make the place sacred. That was all I asked. But now now I mean to be your wife.
After handsomely paying up the ninety thousand francs spent on les Rouxey, the Baroness allowed her husband a thousand francs a month to live on; she would not put herself in the wrong. The father and daughter were perfectly willing to return to Besancon for the 15th of August, and to remain there till the end of the month.
The last of the Wattevilles was buried on an island in the lake at les Rouxey, where the Baroness had a little Gothic monument erected of white marble, like that called the tomb of Heloise at Pere-Lachaise. A month after this catastrophe the mother and daughter had settled in the Hotel de Rupt, where they lived in savage silence.
"What sudden interest have you in this Savaron?" "Monsieur Albert Savaron de Savarus, the natural son of the Comte de Savarus pray keep the secret of my indiscretion if he is returned deputy, will be our advocate in the suit about les Rouxey. Les Rouxey, my father tells me, will be my property; I intend to live there, it is a lovely place!
Mademoiselle de Watteville, who lived alone on her estate of les Rouxey, riding, hunting, refusing two or three offers a year, going to Besancon four or five times in the course of the winter, and busying herself with improving her land, was regarded as a very eccentric personage. She was one of the celebrities of the Eastern provinces.
The Baron in his indifference for his wife was to have, and in fact had, forty thousand francs a year left the management of les Rouxey to a sort of factotum, an old servant of the Wattevilles named Modinier. Nevertheless, whenever the Baron and his wife wished to go out of the town, they went to les Rouxey, which is very picturesquely situated.
"I do not know what ails her," said the Baron. "When fathers do not know what ails their daughters, mothers can guess," said the Baroness; "we must get her married." "I am quite willing," said the Baron. "I shall give her les Rouxey now that the Court has settled our quarrel with the authorities of Riceys by fixing the boundary line at three hundred feet up the side of the Dent de Vilard.
"But in confirmation of that view I proposed that he should come to see whether, on this side of the Dent or on the other, there may not be, high or low, some traces of an enclosure." For a century the Dent de Vilard had been used by both parties without coming to extremities; it stood as a sort of party wall between the communes of Riceys and les Rouxey, yielding little profit.
So far she had limited her desires to seeing and hearing Albert. She had compounded, so to speak, and a composition is often no more than a truce. Les Rouxey, the inherited estate of the Wattevilles, was worth just ten thousand francs a year; but in other hands it would have yielded a great deal more.
Get the famous lawyer Savaron engage him at once, lest Chantonnit should place the interests of the village in his hands. Besides," she added, "les Rouxey will some day be mine not for a long time yet, I trust. Well, then do not leave me with a lawsuit on my hands. I like this place, I shall often live here, and add to it as much as possible.
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