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"Not yet; there is another syllable or two in the charade of my destiny still to be guessed; but after I have had a glimpse of court life at Rosembray I will tell you my secret." "Ah! Monsieur de La Briere," cried the colonel, as the young man approached them along the garden path in which they were walking, "I hope you are going to this hunt?" "No, colonel," answered Ernest.
You have a heart, and you have also a quick mind." "Bah! the ready wit of Provence, that is all," said Charles Mignon. "Ah, do you come from Provence?" cried Canalis. "You must pardon my friend," said La Briere; "he has not studied, as I have, the history of La Bastie." At the word friend Canalis threw a searching glance at Ernest.
"He has burned it. You allowed him to be dishonored and he has resigned from the ministry. De la Briere. "It is not ideas, but men capable of executing them that we lack." Des Lupeaulx, that adroit advocate of abuses came into the minister's study at this moment. "Monseigneur, I start at once for my election."
"But how came the idea of that unworthy masquerade ever to arise?" she said, with a sort of impatience. La Briere related truthfully the scene in the poet's study which Modeste's first letter had occasioned, and the sort of challenge that resulted from his expressing a favorable opinion of a young girl thus led toward a poet's fame, as a plant seeks its share of the sun.
I saw the dogs rush at you, and I overheard your words, and that is why I take the liberty of saying we serve in the same regiment that of loyal devotion." "Monsieur," said La Briere, wringing the hunchback's hand, "would you have the friendliness to tell me if Mademoiselle Modeste ever loved any one WITH LOVE before she wrote to Canalis?"
As soon as La Briere, who at first saw nothing amiss in the proposal, had consented, Canalis declared that he should pay all expenses, and he sent his valet to Havre, telling him to see Monsieur Latournelle and get his assistance in choosing the house, well aware that the notary would repeat all particulars to the Mignons.
Canalis talked on, displaying the warmth of his fancy and all his graces, for Modeste's benefit, as he spoke of love, marriage, and the adoration of women, until Monsieur Mignon, who had rejoined them, seized the opportunity of a slight pause to take his daughter's arm and lead her up to Ernest de La Briere, whom he had been advising to seek an open explanation with her.
But this time, in spite of her harshness, La Briere thought he walked on air; the earth softened under his feet, the trees bore flowers; the skies were rosy, the air cerulean, as they are in the temples of Hymen in those fairy pantomimes which finish happily.
La Briere will get a burden on his back idiot that he is! And five years hence it will be a good joke to see them together." The coldness which this altercation produced between Modeste and Canalis was visible to all eyes that evening. The poet went off early, on the ground of La Briere's illness, leaving the field to the grand equerry.
Modeste, determined to think Canalis sublime, sat motionless with amazement; the embroidery slipped from her fingers, which held it only by the needleful of thread. "Modeste, this is Monsieur Ernest de La Briere. Monsieur Ernest, my daughter," said the count, thinking the secretary too much in the background.
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