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This calculation did Savarus all the more mischief, because the wives of some of the merchants had already made it. The parties interested in the matter of the bridge and that of the water from Arcier could not hold out against a talking-to from a clever Ministerialist, who proved to them that their safety lay at the Prefecture, and not in the hands of an ambitious man.
Although such characters are an exception, there are, unfortunately, too many Rosalies in the world, and this story contains a moral that ought to serve them as a warning. In the course of this winter Albert de Savarus had quietly made considerable progress in Besancon. Confident of success, he now impatiently awaited the dissolution of the Chamber.
"She is very lenient to Monsieur de Savarus," she whispered to her mother. "You see," said the Baroness with a smile, "there is a question of a marriage between Sidonie and Monsieur de Savarus." Mademoiselle de Watteville hastily went to a window looking out over the garden. At ten o'clock Albert de Savarus had not yet appeared. The storm that threatened now burst.
"If you have the support of Monsieur de Watteville and his party, you will get a hundred votes in a mass, and far more to be trusted than those on which you rely. It is always possible to produce division of interests; convictions are inseparable." "The deuce is in it!" said Savarus. "I am attached to you, and I could do a great deal for you, Father! Perhaps we may compound with the Devil.
When Girardet asked what had become of the handsome and noble pleader, to whom he had been so much attached, the clerk replied that no one knew but his master, and that the notary had seemed greatly distressed by the contents of the last letter he had received from Monsieur Albert de Savarus. On hearing this, the Vicar-General wrote to Leopold. This was the worthy notary's reply:
The Abbe de Grancey sat down by the Baroness in such a position as to watch Rosalie, whose face, usually pale, wore a feverish flush. "What can have happened to Monsieur de Savarus?" said Madame de Chavoncourt. At this moment a servant in livery brought in a letter for the Abbe de Grancey on a silver tray. "Pray read it," said the Baroness.
The townsfolk had applauded him, and he had achieved the great point of silencing beforehand the malignant talk to which his early career might give rise. The commercial interest of Besancon had nominated the lawyer, Albert Savaron de Savarus, as its candidate. Alfred Boucher's enthusiasm, at first infectious, presently became blundering.
Madame de Watteville believed in this affection on the part of her daughter, who simply desired to go to Paris to give herself the luxury of a bitter revenge; she thought of nothing but avenging Savarus by torturing her rival. Mademoiselle de Watteville had been declared legally of age; she was, in fact, not far from one-and-twenty.
Each day was a check for Savarus, though each day the battle was led by him and fought by his lieutenants a battle of words, speeches, and proceedings. He dared not go to the Vicar-General, and the Vicar-General never showed himself. Albert rose and went to bed in a fever, his brain on fire.
What a glory for Provence to have found a Mirabeau, to return the only statesman since 1830 that the revolution of July had produced! Under the pressure of this eloquence, all the audience believed it great enough to become a splendid political instrument in the hands of their representative. They all saw in Albert Savaron, Savarus the great Minister.
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