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Updated: June 3, 2025
"Seeing you at this decisive moment in your career giving way to doubts which our whole conduct pursued to you through many years ought to refute, I should be almost in despair," replied Jacques Bricheteau, "if I had none but personal denials and asseverations to offer you.
I accepted that charge, I will not say with alacrity, but certainly with gratitude." At these words the marquis held out his hand to Jacques Bricheteau, who was seated near him, and after a silent pressure, which did not seem to me remarkably warm, Jacques Bricheteau continued:
"Precisely, precisely," said Monsieur de Sallenauve, uttering that affirmation with the curt intonation and shrill voice peculiar to the relics of the old aristocracy. Politeness, to say the least, forced me to accept the paternity thus offered to me. To the few words I uttered to that effect, Jacques Bricheteau replied gaily: "We certainly do not intend to make you buy a father in a poke.
Jacques Bricheteau, having obtained Sallenauve's present address from Madame de l'Estorade, and considering the danger which threatened the new deputy extremely urgent, decided not to write, but to go himself to England and confer with him in person. When he reached London, he was surprised to learn that Hanwell was the most celebrated insane asylum in Great Britain.
Achille did not deceive me in declaring that I should see two of my former acquaintances. You," he said, addressing the organist, "you are little Bricheteau, the nephew of our good abbess, Mother Marie-des-Anges; but as for that tall skeleton, looking like a duke and peer, I can't recall his name. However, I don't blame my memory; after eighty-six years' service it may well be rusty."
"Nothing is easier to understand," interrupted the marquis. "I do not reside in Sweden, and we wished to throw you off the track." "Will you continue the explanation yourself?" asked Jacques Bricheteau, who spoke, as you may have observed, my dear friend, with elegance and fluency. "No, no, go on," said the marquis; "you are giving it admirably."
But here, in the matter of his parchments, he was loquaciously full of anecdotes, recollections, heraldic knowledge; in short, he was exactly the old noble, ignorant and superficial in all things, but possessed of Benedictine erudition where the genealogy of his family was concerned. The session would, I believe, be still going on, if Jacques Bricheteau had not intervened.
"Well," said Sallenauve, carelessly, "then I shall have a few hours longer to play truant." "But during that time your enemies are tunnelling their mine." "I don't care. In that cave called political life one has to be ready for anything." "I thought as much!" exclaimed Bricheteau. "You have been to see Luigia; her success has turned your head, and the deputy is thinking of his statues."
You say you do not want Nais to be a mere piano strummer; then I advise you to let this Bricheteau teach her. He is a man who would show her what music really is; he will not give himself airs, for I assure you he is as modest as he is gifted.
Jacques Bricheteau made a second ceremonious bow and left the room. "Nais has just given you a taste of her quality," said Madame de Camps; "but you deserved it, you really treated that poor man too harshly." "I could not help it," replied Madame de l'Estorade; "the day began wrong, and all the rest follows suit." "Well, about the letter?" "It is dreadful; read it yourself."
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