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We speak of it sometimes before and after our piquet, Chamblard and I; but the young man is restive doesn't yet wish to settle down. It would be such a good thing he is richer than we. Chamblard is once, twice, three times richer!
The cry is the same for all stations. This time it was meant for Laroche. And now for the telegram. Young Chamblard ran to the telegraph-office. The immovable operator counted the sixty-seven words of that queer despatch. "All aboard, all aboard!" Young Chamblard had scarcely time to jump on the step of his car. "Ouf! that's done," he said to the cavalryman. "Suppose we lunch."
Young Chamblard was talking to his friend, Maurice Révoille, who, after a six weeks' leave, was going to join his regiment in Algeria. The lieutenant of light cavalry responded to his friend's question with a vague gesture. Raoul Chamblard continued: "However, it's my father's fixed idea. There must be Chamblards after me. And as papa has but one son, it's to me he looks to do what is necessary."
Raoul literally dazzled Martha by his inexhaustible fertility of wise expressions and technical terms. Piquet? With pleasure. So there they sat, face to face. There were there eight or ten card-tables piquet, bezique, whist, etc. The works were in full blast. First game, and papa Derame is rubiconed; the second game was going to begin when a footman arrives with a despatch for M. Chamblard.
"It's from my wife, from Mâcon, 2.15." "Good," says M. Chamblard; "all goes well, very well." "Very disturbed. Met in the train the son of M. C., of Rue Rougemont, your club friend. He was presented by Maurice. You often spoke to me of a possible alliance there. Evidently he thinks her charming. Just at present he is talking to her, and looks at her, looks at her. What shall I do?
"They tell me there are boats every fortnight between Indo-China and Marseilles you could put off your departure merely taking another boat " "Ah, thanks, madam, thanks!" At two o'clock the Derames and young Chamblard accompanied Maurice to the boat for Africa. On the deck of the steamer Raoul said to his friend: "It's understood that you are to be best man.
They didn't please her: they were too old, they had no style, they didn't live in fashionable neighborhoods, she didn't wish to go into sugar, or cotton, or wine or anything, in short. She would accept none other than a young husband, and not too serious. She must have a very rich man who did nothing and loved pleasure." How well young Chamblard answered to that description!
Yes, it's a very good thing to have an honorable father, and Papa Chamblard is a model of all virtues, and he accumulates for me with a zeal! but I think, just at present, he accumulates a little too much. He has cut off my income. No marriage, no money. That's brief and decisive. That's his programme. And he has hunted up a wife for me when I say one, I should say three." "Three wives!" "Yes.
Yesterday M. Thiers, in the Bois de Boulogne, held a review of a hundred thousand men. Will there always be a France? "When one bears the name of Luynes or La Trémoille, I can readily understand the desire to continue the Luynes or the La Trémoilles; but really when one is named Chamblard, what possible object can there be in Eh? Answer."
Derame, who, on hearing the name of Chamblard, had a little shiver the shiver of a mother who has a young daughter to marry, and who says to herself, "Oh, what a splendid match!" Her husband had often spoken to her of young Chamblard. "Ah," he used to say to her, "what a marriage for Martha!
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