CHAPTER VI.

Graham had scarcely quitted Alain, and the young Marquis was about to

saunter forth to his club, when Duplessis was announced.

These two men had naturally seen much of each other since Duplessis had

returned from Bretagne and delivered Alain from the gripe of Louvier.

Scarcely a day had passed but what Alain had been summoned to enter into

the financier's plans for the aggrandisement of the Rochebriant estates,

and delicately made to feel that he had become a partner in speculations,

which, thanks to the capital and the abilities Duplessis brought to bear,

seemed likely to result in the ultimate freedom of his property from all

burdens, and the restoration of his inheritance to a splendour

correspondent with the dignity of his rank.

On the plea that his mornings were chiefly devoted to professional

business, Duplessis arranged that these consultations should take place

in the evenings. From those consultations Valerie was not banished;

Duplessis took her into the council as a matter of course. "Valerie,"

said the financier to Alain, "though so young, has a very clear head for

business, and she is so interested in all that interests myself, that

even where I do not take her opinion, I at least feel my own made

livelier and brighter by her sympathy."

So the girl was in the habit of taking her work or her book into the

_cabinet de travail_, and never obtruding a suggestion unasked, still,

when appealed to, speaking with a modest good sense which justified her

father's confidence and praise; and _a propos_ of her book, she had taken

Chateaubriand into peculiar favour. Alain had respectfully presented to

her beautifully bound copies of Atala and Ls Genie du Christianisme; it

is astonishing, indeed, how he had already contrived to regulate her

tastes in literature. The charms of those quiet family evenings had

stolen into the young Breton's heart.

He yearned for none of the gayer reunions in which he had before sought

for a pleasure that his nature had not found; for, amidst the amusements

of Paris, Alain remained intensely Breton--viz., formed eminently for the

simple joys of domestic life, associating the sacred hearthstone with the

antique religion of his fathers; gathering round it all the images of

pure and noble affections which the romance of a poetic temperament had

evoked from the solitude which had surrounded a melancholy boyhood-an

uncontaminated youth.

Duplessis entered abruptly, and with a countenance much disturbed from

its wonted saturnine composure.

"Marquis, what is this I have just heard from the Duchesse de Tarascon?

Can it be? You ask military service in this ill-omened war?--you?"

"My dear and best friend," said Alain, very much startled, "I should have

thought that you, of all men in the world, would have most approved of my

request--you, so devoted an Imperialist--you, indignant that the

representative of one of these families, which the First Napoleon so

eagerly and so vainly courted, should ask for the grade of sous-

lieutenant in the armies of Napoleon the Third--you, who of all men know

how ruined are the fortunes of a Rochebriant--you, feel surprised that he

clings to the noblest heritage his ancestors have left to him--their

sword! I do not understand you."

"Marquis," said Duplessis, seating himself, and regarding Alain with a

look in which were blended the sort of admiration and the sort of

contempt with which a practical man of the world, who, having himself

gone through certain credulous follies, has learned to despise the

follies, but retains a reminiscence of sympathy with the fools they

bewitch, "Marquis, pardon me; you talk finely, but you do not talk common

sense. I should be extremely pleased if your Legitimist scruples had

allowed you to solicit, or rather to accept, a civil appointment not

unsuited to your rank, under the ablest sovereign, as a civilian, to whom

France can look for rational liberty combined with established order.

Such openings to a suitable career you have rejected; but who on earth

could expect you, never trained to military service, to draw a sword

hitherto sacred to the Bourbons, on behalf of a cause which the madness,

I do not say of France but of Paris, has enforced on a sovereign against

whom you would fight to-morrow if you had a chance of placing the

descendant of Henry IV. on his throne."

"I am not about to fight for any sovereign, but for my country against

the foreigner."

"An excellent answer if the foreigner had invaded your country; but it

seems that your country is going to invade the foreigner--a very

different thing. _Chut_! all this discussion is most painful to me. I

feel for the Emperor a personal loyalty, and for the hazards he is about

to encounter a prophetic dread, as an ancestor of yours might have felt

for Francis I. could he have foreseen Pavia. Let us talk of ourselves

and the effect the war should have upon our individual action. You are

aware, of course, that, though M. Louvier has had notice of our intention

to pay off his mortgage, that intention cannot be carried into effect for

six months; if the money be not then forthcoming his hold on Rochebriant

remains unshaken--the sum is large."

"Alas! yes."

"The war must greatly disturb the money-market, affect many speculative

adventures and operations when at the very moment credit may be most

needed. It is absolutely necessary that I should be daily at my post on

the Bourse, and hourly watch the ebb and flow of events. Under these

circumstances I had counted, permit me to count still, on your presence

in Bretagne. We have already begun negotiations on a somewhat extensive

scale, whether as regards the improvement of forests and orchards, or the

plans for building allotments, as soon as the lands are free for

disposal--for all these the eye of a master is required. I entreat you,

then, to take up your residence at Rochebriant."

"My dear friend, this is but a kindly and delicate mode of relieving me

from the dangers of war. I have, as you must be conscious, no practical

knowledge of business. Hebert can be implicitly trusted, and will carry

out your views with a zeal equal to mine, and with infinitely more

ability."

"Marquis, pray neither to Hercules nor to Hebert; if you wish to get your

own cart out of the ruts, put your own shoulder to the wheel."

Alain coloured high, unaccustomed to be so bluntly addressed, but he

replied with a kind of dignified meekness: "I shall ever remain grateful

for what you have done, and wish to do for me. But, assuming that you

suppose rightly, the estates of Rochebriant would, in your hands, become

a profitable investment, and more than redeem the mortgage, and the sum

you have paid Louvier on my account, let it pass to you irrespectively of

me. I shall console myself in the knowledge that the old place will be

restored, and those who honoured its old owners prosper in hands so

strong, guided by a heart so generous."

Duplessis was deeply affected by these simple words; they seized him on

the tenderest side of his character--for his heart was generous, and no

one, except his lost wife and his loving child, had ever before

discovered it to be so. Has it ever happened to you, reader, to be

appreciated on the one point of the good or the great that is in you--on

which secretly you value yourself most--but for which nobody, not

admitted into your heart of hearts, has given you credit? If that has

happened to you, judge what Duplessis felt when the fittest

representative of that divine chivalry which, if sometimes deficient in

head, owes all that exalts it to riches of heart, spoke thus to the

professional moneymaker, whose qualities of head were so acknowledged

that a compliment to them would be a hollow impertinence, and whose

qualities of heart had never yet received a compliment!

Duplessis started from his seat and embraced Alain, murmuring, "Listen to

me, I love you--I never had a son--be mine--Rochebriant shall be my

daughter's dot."

Alain returned the embrace, and then recoiling, said: "Father, your first

desire must be honour for your son. You have guessed my secret--I have

learned to love Valerie. Seeing her out in the world, she seemed like

other girls, fair and commonplace--seeing her--at your house, I have said

to myself, 'There is the one girl fairer than all others in my eyes, and

the one individual to whom all other girls are commonplace.'"

"Is that true?--is it?"

"True! does a _gentilhomme_ ever lie? And out of that love for her has

grown this immovable desire to be something worthy of her--something that

may lift me from the vulgar platform of men who owe all to ancestors,

nothing to themselves. Do you suppose for one moment that I, saved from

ruin and penury by Valerie's father, could be base enough to say to her,

'In return be Madame la Marquise de Rochebriant'? Do you suppose that I,

whom you would love and respect as son, could come to you and say: 'I am

oppressed by your favours--I am crippled with debts--give me your

millions and we are quits.' No, Duplessis! You, so well descended

yourself--so superior as man amongst men that you would have won name and

position had you been born the son of a shoeblack,--you would eternally

despise the noble who, in days when all that we Bretons deem holy in

noblesse are subjected to ridicule and contempt, should so vilely forget

the only motto which the scutcheons of all _gentilhommes_ have in common,

'Noblesse oblige.' War, with all its perils and all its grandeur,--war

lifts on high the banners of France,--war, in which every ancestor of

mine whom I care to recall aggrandised the name that descends to me. Let

me then do as those before me have done; let me prove that I am worth

something in myself, and then you and I are equals; and I can say with no

humbled crest, 'Your benefits are accepted:' the man who has fought not

ignobly for France may aspire to the hand of her daughter. Give me

Valerie; as to her dot,--be it so, Rochebriant,--it will pass to her

children."

"Alain! Alain! my friend! my son!--but if you fall."

"Valerie will give you a nobler son."

Duplessis moved away, sighing heavily; but he said no more in deprecation

of Alain's martial resolves.

A Frenchman, however practical, however worldly, however philosophical he

may be, who does not sympathise with the follies of honour--who does not

concede indulgence to the hot blood of youth when he says, "My country is

insulted and her banner is unfurled," may certainly be a man of excellent

common sense; but if such men had been in the majority, Gaul would never

have been France--Gaul would have been a province of Germany.

And as Duplessis walked homeward--he the calmest and most far-seeing of

all authorities on the Bourse--the man who, excepting only De Mauleon,

most decidedly deemed the cause of the war a blunder, and most

forebodingly anticipated its issues, caught the prevalent enthusiasm.

Everywhere he was stopped by cordial hands, everywhere met by

congratulating smiles. "How right you have been, Duplessis, when you

have laughed at those who have said, 'The Emperor is ill, decrepit, done

up.'"

"Vive l'Empereur! at least we shall be face to face with those insolent

Prussians!"

Before he arrived at his home, passing along the Boulevards, greeted by

all the groups enjoying the cool night air before the cafes, Duplessis

had caught the war epidemic.

Entering his hotel, he went at once to Valerie's chamber. "Sleep well

to-night, child; Alain has told me that he adores thee, and if he will go

to the war, it is that he may lay his laurels at thy feet. Bless thee,

my child, thou couldst not have made a nobler choice."

Whether, after these words, Valerie slept well or not 'tis not for me to

say; but if she did sleep, I venture to guess that her dreams were rose-

coloured.

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