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This Countess with a husband and a lover, for Maxime clearly was her lover, was a mystery. What was the secret tie that bound her to the old tradesman? This mystery he meant to penetrate, hoping by its means to gain a sovereign ascendency over this fair typical Parisian. "Anastasie!" the Count called again to his wife. "Poor Maxime!" she said, addressing the young man.
Madame Desprez, who answered to the Christian name of Anastasie, presented an agreeable type of her sex; exceedingly wholesome to look upon, a stout brune, with cool smooth cheeks, steady, dark eyes, and hands that neither art nor nature could improve.
He now had a listener, who was not so cynically indifferent as Anastasie, and who sometimes put him on his mettle by the most relevant objections. Besides, was he not educating the boy? And education, philosophers are agreed, is the most philosophical of duties. What can be more heavenly to poor mankind than to have one's hobby grow into a duty to the State?
The Doctor went through a solemn form of introduction, adding, for the benefit of both parties, "You must try to like each other for my sake." "He is very pretty," said Anastasie. "Will you kiss me, my pretty little fellow?" The Doctor was furious, and dragged her into the passage. "Are you a fool, Anastasie?" he said. "What is all this I hear about the tact of women?
Jean-Marie opened the green gate and led in the horse and carriage; and almost at the same moment Madame Desprez came to the kitchen threshold with a lighted lantern; for the moon was not yet high enough to clear the garden walls. 'Close the gates, Jean-Marie! cried the Doctor, somewhat unsteadily alighting. 'Anastasie, where is Aline?
I can catch it, if I run," he cried. "It is always late. I go to Paris. I shall telegraph." "Henri! what is wrong?" cried his wife. "Ottoman Bonds!" came from the disappearing Doctor; and Anastasie and Jean-Marie were left face to face with the wet trousers.
Should I return to Paris, I should ruin myself gambling; nay, I go further I should break the heart of my Anastasie with infidelities." This was too much for Jean-Marie. That a place should so transform the most excellent of men transcended his belief. Paris, he protested, was even an agreeable place of residence. "Nor when I lived in that city did I feel much difference," he pleaded.
'I have given him a less amount, observed the Doctor, 'his youth protecting him against emotion. And now that we have thus parried any morbid consequences, let us reason. 'I am so cold, wailed Anastasie. 'Cold! cried the Doctor. 'I give thanks to God that I am made of fierier material. Why, madam, a blow like this would set a frog into a transpiration.
And so, ta-ta. I might as well have stayed away for any good I've done. Say good-bye from me to Stasie, and to the sullen hang-dog of a stable-boy, if you insist on it; I'm off. And Casimir departed. The Doctor, that night, dissected his character before Anastasie. 'One thing, my beautiful, he said, 'he has learned one thing from his lifelong acquaintance with your husband: the word ratiocinate.
"What is the matter, sir?" he asked from the threshold. "Ah! my good neighbor, I am as much a son and brother as you are a father. You do well to fear for the Comtesse Anastasie; there is one M. Maxime de Trailles, who will be her ruin." Father Goriot withdrew, stammering some words, but Eugene failed to catch their meaning. The next morning Rastignac went out to post his letters.
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