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But boldness in a young man is not displeasing to me. Gelis gets up from his chair and sits down again. I know perfectly well what is worrying him, and whom he is waiting for. And now he begins to talk to me about his being able to make fifteen hundred francs a year, to which he can add the revenue he derives from a little property that he has inherited two thousand francs a year more.
Having thus explained himself, he hands me a letter of introduction bearing the signature of one of the most illustrious of my colleagues. Good! Now I know who he is! Monsieur Gelis is the very same young man who last year under the chestnut-trees called me an idiot!
It is only with the very tip of her tongue that she will even taste any intellectual food which I set before her. Usually she will not touch it at all. But Monsieur Gelis seems to be in her opinion the supreme authority upon all subjects. It was always, "Oh, yes!" "Oh, of course!" to all his empty chatter. And, then, the eyes of Jeanne!
The large dining-hall of the Chateau de Thibermesnil contained on this occasion, besides Valmont, the following guests: Father Gelis, the parish priest, and a dozen officers whose regiments were quartered in the vicinity and who had accepted the invitation of the banker Georges Devanne and his mother.
I understood that that scamp of a Vecellio was responsible that they had been bending over the book together, and that they had been admiring either that Doge's wife we had been looking at awhile before, or some other patrician woman of Venice. Never mind! I appeared with my enormous old book, thinking that Gelis was going to make a grimace.
The Moissonneurs and the Pecheurs of Leopold Robert are painted upon those porcelain vases, which Gelis nevertheless dares to call frightfully ugly, with the warm approval of Jeanne, whom he has absolutely bewitched. "My dear lad, excuse me for having kept you waiting so long. I had a little bit of work to finish." I am telling the truth.
Ah! what is the matter with my head? what a fine help I am going to be to poor Jeanne! "Therese, take my cane; and put it, if you possibly can, in some place where I shall be able to find it again. "Good-day, Monsieur Gelis. How are you?" Undated. Next morning the old boy wanted to get up; but the old boy could not get up. A merciless invisible hand kept him down upon his bed.
Monsieur Gelis asked her how she was with the tone of a young fellow who resumes upon a previous acquaintance, and who proposes to put himself forward as an old friend.
"Yes," replied Boulmier, very gravely. "I like novels." Gelis, who dominated both by his fine stature, imperious gestures, and ready wit, took the book, turned over a few pages rapidly, and said, "Michelet always had a great propensity to emotional tenderness. He wept sweet tears over Maillard, that nice little man introduced la paperasserie into the September massacres.
As for you, Gelis, who only live in the past like all your fellow archivists and paleographers you will do better to confine yourself to those stone women over there, who are your contemporaries." And he pointed to the statues of the Ladies of Ancient France which towered up, all white, in a half-circle under the trees of the terrace.
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