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Updated: May 21, 2025
No sheep upon the day of the Fete-Dieu ever more meekly allowed his little Saint John to lead him along than Gazonal as he followed his siren. Three days later, Leon and Bixiou, who had not seen Gazonal since that evening, went to his lodgings about two in the afternoon. "Well, cousin," said Leon, "the Council of State has decided in favour of your suit."
"In that case, my dear Suzanne," said Bixiou, "I am certain we may go in." "Oh! what a beautiful creature!" said Gazonal. "That is Madame Gaillard," replied Leon de Lora, speaking low into his cousin's ear. "She is the most humble-minded woman in Paris, for she had the public and has contented herself with a husband."
Gazonal, who played the intrepid, entered bravely, and found himself in presence of one of those women forgotten by Death, who no doubt forgets them intentionally in order to leave some samples of Itself among the living.
Gazonal, though commander of the National Guard in his own town and one of the most capable manufacturers of the department, found himself of so little account in Paris, and he was, moreover, so frightened by the costs of living and the dearness of even the most trifling things, that he kept himself, all this time, secluded in his shabby lodgings.
There wit reigns; for all can be said, and all is said. Carabine, a rival of the no less celebrated Malaga, had finally inherited the salon of Florine, now Madame Raoul Nathan, and of Madame Schontz, now wife of Chief-Justice du Ronceret. As he entered, Gazonal made one remark only, but that remark was both legitimate and legitimist: "It is finer than the Tuileries!"
She departed after delivering this tirade, in which all the phases of her past life were outlined, leaving Gazonal as much horrified by her revelations as by the five yellow teeth she showed when she tried to smile. "What shall we do now?" he asked presently. "Make notes," replied Bixiou, whistling for his porter; "for I want some money, and I'll show you the use of porters.
"Ah, you! you are my client, and that will save you; for genius is an odious privilege, to which too much is accorded in France; we shall be forced to annihilate some of our greatest men in order to teach others to be simple citizens." The corn-cutter spoke with a semi-serious, semi-jesting air that made Gazonal shudder. "So," he said, "there's to be no more religion?"
"What do you manufacture?" said the mistress of the house, laughing. "Say laces and offer her some guipure," whispered Bixiou in Gazonal's ear. "La-ces," said Gazonal, perceiving that he would have to pay for his supper. "It will give me the greatest pleasure to offer you a dress a scarf a mantilla of my make." "Ah, three things! Well, you are nicer than you look to be," returned Carabine.
"To make you see its immensity, moral, political, and literary, we are now proceeding like the Roman cicerone, who shows you in Saint Peter's the thumb of the statue you took to be life-size, and the thumb proves to be a foot long. You haven't yet measured so much as a great toe of Paris." "And remark, cousin Gazonal, that we take things as they come; we haven't selected."
Regulus, you are not clipping poodles; these are men who have a character; if you continue to look at the ceiling instead of looking only between the glass and the head, you will dishonor my house." "You are stern, Monsieur Marius." "I owe them the secrets of my art." "Then it is an art?" said Gazonal.
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