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"'Gai, gai, gai, le tonnelier, Raccommodez votre cuvier!" he answered, entering his wife's room fully dressed. "Yes, on my word, it is cold enough to freeze you solid. We shall have a fine breakfast, wife. Des Grassins has sent me a pate-de-foie-gras truffled! I am going now to get it at the coach-office.
Thick masses of hair framed her sad but splendid brow; and she was badly, or rather poorly dressed, never condescending to wear the cast-off clothes of her relatives, but preferring gowns of simplest material made by her own hands. These draperies gave her the appearance of an antique statue. Her Tonnelier cousins nicknamed her "the goddess." They hated her; she despised them.
His aunt de la Roche-Jugan and his uncle Tonnelier manifested toward him the cold circumspection of people who suspected they were dealing with a ruined man. They had even, for greater security, left Paris, and neglected to notify the young Count in what retreat they had chosen to hide their grief.
Consequently he was hunted by an eager pack of cousins and relatives; and Madame de la Roche-Jugan and the Baroness Tonnelier gave tongue in their foremost rank. Camors was indifferent, and had, since that event, been particularly reserved in his intercourse with the General.
When his nephew was old enough to comprehend him, Baron Tonnelier was no longer peer of France; but being one who does himself no hurt and sometimes much good by a fall, he filled a high office under the new government. He endeavored to discharge its duties conscientiously, as he had those of the preceding reign.
Consequently he was hunted by an eager pack of cousins and relatives; and Madame de la Roche-Jugan and the Baroness Tonnelier gave tongue in their foremost rank. Camors was indifferent, and had, since that event, been particularly reserved in his intercourse with the General.
I shall not be sorry to give personally a little lesson to the government, which I trust will profit by it. You know me I am no Jacobin; at first I thought that would succeed. But when I see what is going on!" "What is going on, General?" "When I see a Tonnelier a great dignitary! It makes me long for the pen of Tacitus, on my word.
"Aunt de la Roche-Jugan treats you harshly?" "Undoubtedly; she dreads that I may entrap her son. Good heavens!" "The little Tonneliers are jealous of you, and Uncle Tonnelier torments you?" "Basely!" she said; and two tears swam on her eyelashes, then glistened like diamonds on her cheek. "And what do you believe of the religion of our aunt?"
"Well, then, Mademoiselle Charlotte, the day that you become a great artiste, rich, triumphant, idolized, wealthy drinking, in deep draughts, all the joys of life that day Uncle Tonnelier will invoke outraged morals, our aunt will swoon with prudery in the arms of her old lovers, and Madame de la Roche-Jugan will groan and turn her yellow eyes to heaven! But what will all that matter to you?"
She married the Baron Tonnelier, whose father, although the son of a miller, had shown ability and honesty enough to fill high positions under the First Empire. The Baron Tonnelier had a large fortune, increasing every day by successful speculation. In his youth he had been a good horseman, a Voltairian, and a Liberal.
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