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Maxence, bewildered, was at a loss what to do, when, in the midst of this hostile crowd, he perceived M. Chapelain's friendly face. Driven from his bed at daylight by the bitter regrets at the heavy loss he had just sustained, the old lawyer had arrived in the Rue St. Gilles at the very moment when the creditors invaded M. Favoral's apartment.
But Maxence's patience was exhausted; and one morning he declared resolutely that he would no longer attend the law-school, that he had been mistaken in his vocation, and that there was no human power capable to make him return to M. Chapelain's. "And where will you go?" exclaimed his father. "Do you expect me eternally to supply your wants?"
According to M. de Marivaux, who reviewed, as I am doing, the spirits of the mighty dead, you 'conceived, on the strength of your reputation, a great and serious veneration for yourself and your genius. Probably you were protected by this invulnerable armour of an honest vanity, probably you declared that mere jealousy dictates the lines of Boileau, and that Chapelain's real fault was his popularity, and his pecuniary success, Qu'il soit le mieux rente de tous les beaux-esprits.
"A young man whose modesty alone has kept him from distinguishing himself so far, although I know he is one of the best jurists at the bar, and an admirable speaker." "What is his name?" "Manuel Folgat. I shall send him to you at once." Two hours later, M. Chapelain's protege appeared at the house of the Boiscorans.
He who had just discovered so many things which he did not even suspect a few days before, he could not discover the source whence his son drew the money which flowed like water from his prodigal hands. He had made sure that Maxence had no debts; and yet it could not be with M. Chapelain's monthly twenty francs that he fed his frolics. Mme.
Still, as he could think of nothing better, he persevered. And, vacations over, he was duly entered at the law-school, and settled at a desk in M. Chapelain's office, which was then in the Rue St. Antoine. The first year every thing went on tolerably. He enjoyed as much freedom as he cared to.
Every morning, as soon as she was up, Mlle. Lucienne came to knock at his door. "Come, get up!" she cried to him. And quick he jumped out of bed and dressed, so that he might bid her good-morning before she left. In the evening, the last mouthful of his dinner was hardly swallowed, before he began copying the documents which he procured from M. Chapelain's successor.
But it is not with M. Chapelain's twenty francs that it would have been possible for him to keep up with fellows, who, with superb recklessness, took on credit everything they could get, reserving the amount of their allowance for those amusements which had to be paid for in cash. But was not Mme. Favoral here? She had worked so much, the poor woman, especially since Mlle.
Chapelain's ridiculous poem gave the idea to Voltaire of his licentious one. Even Voltaire was ashamed of his work, and long denied that he was its author. As a very slight reparation for his deed, he writes of Joan of Arc in his Essai sur les moeurs et l'esprit des natives, that the heroine would have had altars built in the days when altars were erected by primitive men to their liberators.
I quoted several instances of the insufficiency of a first perusal. "That's true," said he; "but as for your Merlin, I will read him no more. I have put him beside Chapelain's 'Pucelle'." "Which pleases all the critics, in spite of its bad versification, for it is a good poem, and Chapelain was a real poet though he wrote bad verses. I cannot overlook his genius."
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