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man of L'Houmeau； but before very long he grew accustomed to the vast condescension； as it had seemed to him at the outset； and came more and more frequently。 The druggist's son was a completely insignificant being。 If any of the noblesse； men or women； calling upon Nais； found Lucien in the room； they met him with the overwhelming graciousness that well…bred people use towards their inferiors。 Lucien thought them very kind for a time； and later found out the real reason for their specious amiability。 It was not long before he detected a patronizing tone that stirred his gall and confirmed him in his bitter Republicanism； a phase of opinion through which many a would…be patrician passes by way of prelude to his introduction to polite society。
But was there anything that he would not have endured for Nais？for so he heard her named by the clan。 Like Spanish grandees and the old Austrian nobility at Vienna； these folk； men and women alike； called each other by their Christian names； a final shade of distinction in the inmost ring of Angoumoisin aristocracy。
Lucien loved Nais as a young man loves the first woman who flatters him； for Nais prophesied great things and boundless fame for Lucien。 She used all her skill to secure her hold upon her poet； not merely did she exalt him beyond measure； but she represented him to himself as a child without fortune whom she meant to start in life； she treated him like a child； to keep him near her； she made him her reader； her secretary； and cared more for him than she would have thought possible after the dreadful calamity that had befallen her。
She was very cruel to herself in those days； telling herself that it would be folly to love a young man of twenty； so far apart from her socially in the first place； and her behavior to him was a bewildering mixture of familiarity and capricious fits of pride arising from her fears and scruples。 She was sometimes a lofty patroness； sometimes she was tender and flattered him。 At first； while he was overawed by her rank； Lucien experienced the extremes of dread； hope； and despair； the torture of a first love； that is beaten deep into the heart with the hammer strokes of alternate bliss and anguish。 For two months Mme。 de Bargeton was for him a benefactress who would take a mother's interest in him； but confidences came next。 Mme。 de Bargeton began to address her poet as 〃dear Lucien；〃 and then as 〃dear；〃 without more ado。 The poet grew bolder； and addressed the great lady as Nais； and there followed a flash of anger that captivates a boy； she reproached him for calling her by a name in everybody's mouth。 The haughty and high… born Negrepelisse offered the fair angel youth that one of her appellations which was unsoiled by use； for him she would be 〃Louise。〃 Lucien was in the third heaven。
One evening when Lucien came in； he found Mme。 de Bargeton looking at a portrait； which she promptly put away。 He wished to see it； and to quiet the despair of a first fit of jealousy Louise showed him Cante… Croix's picture； and told with tears the piteous story of a love so stainless； so cruelly cut short。 Was she experimenting with herself？ Was she trying a first unfaithfulness to the memory of the dead？ Or had she taken it into her head to raise up a rival to Lucien in the portrait？ Lucien was too much of a boy to analyze his lady…love； he gave way to unfeigned despair when she opened the campaign by entrenching herself behind the more or less skilfully devised scruples which women raise to have them battered down。 When a woman begins to talk about her duty； regard for appearances or religion； the objections she raises are so many redoubts which she loves to have carried by storm。 But on the guileless Lucien these coquetries were thrown away； he would have advanced of his own accord。
〃_I_ shall not die for you； I will live for you；〃 he cried audaciously one evening； he meant to have no more of M。 de Cante…Croix； and gave Louise a glance which told plainly that a crisis was at hand。
Startled at the progress of this new love in herself and her poet； Louise demanded some verses promised for the first page of her album； looking for a pretext for a quarrel in his tardiness。 But what became of her when she read the following stanzas； which； naturally； she considered finer than the finest work of Canalis； the poet of the aristocracy？
The magic brush； light flying flights of song To these； but not to these alone； belong My pages fair； Often to me； my mistress' pencil steals To tell the secret gladness that she feels； The hidden care。
And when her fingers； slowlier at the last； Of a rich Future； now become the Past； Seek count of me； Oh Love； when swift； thick…coming memories rise； I pray of Thee。 May they bring visions fair as cloudless skies Of happy voyage o'er a summer sea！
〃Was it really I who inspired those lines？〃 she asked。
The doubt suggested by coquetry to a woman who amused herself by playing with fire brought tears to Lucien's eyes； but her first kiss upon his forehead calmed the storm。 Decidedly Lucien was a great man； and she meant to form him； she thought of teaching him Italian and German and perfecting his manners。 That would be pretext sufficient for having him constantly with her under the very eyes of her tiresome courtiers。 What an interest in her life！ She took up music again for her poet's sake； and revealed the world of sound to him； playing grand fragments of Beethoven till she sent him into ecstasy； and； happy in his delight； turned to the half…swooning poet。
〃Is not such happiness as this enough？〃 she asked hypocritically； and poor Lucien was stupid enough to answer； 〃Yes。〃
In the previous week things had reached such a point； that Louise had judged it expedient to ask Lucien to dine with M。 de Bargeton as a third。 But in spite of this precaution； the whole town knew the state of affairs； and so extraordinary did it appear； that no one would believe the truth。 The outcry was terrific。 Some were of the opinion that society was on the eve of cataclysm。 〃See what comes of Liberal doctrines！〃 cried others。
Then it was that the jealous du Chatelet discovered that Madame Charlotte； the monthly nurse； was no other than Mme。 Chardon； 〃the mother of the Chateaubriand of L'Houmeau；〃 as he put it。 The remark passed muster as a joke。 Mme。 de Chandour was the first to hurry to Mme。 de Bargeton。
〃Nais； dear；〃 she said； 〃do you know what everybody is talking about in Angouleme？ This little rhymster's mother is the Madame Charlotte who nursed my sister…in…law through her confinement two months ago。〃
〃What is there extraordinary in that； my dear？〃 asked Mme。 de Bargeton with her most regal air。 〃She is a druggist's widow； is she not？ A poor fate for a Rubempre。 Suppose that you and I had not a penny in the world； what should either of us do for a living？ How would you support your children？〃
Mme。 de Bargeton's presence of mind put an end to the jeremiads of the noblesse。 Great natures are prone to make a virtue of misfortune； and there is something irresistibly attractive about well…doing when persisted in through evil report； innocence has the piquancy of the forbidden。
Mme。 de Bargeton's rooms were crowded that evening with friends who came to remonstrate with her。 She brought her most caustic wit into play。 She said that as noble families could not produce a Moliere； a Racine； a Rousseau； a Voltaire； a Massillon； a Beaumarchais； or a Diderot； people must make up their minds to it； and accept the fact that great men had upholsterers and clockmakers and cutlers for their fathers。 She said that genius was always noble。 She railed at boorish squires for understanding their real interests so imperfectly。 In short； she talked a good deal of nonsense； which would have let the light into heads less dense； but left her audience agape at her eccentricity。 And in these ways she conjured away the storm with her heavy artillery。
When Lucien； obedient to her request； appeared for the first time in the faded great drawing…room； where the whist…tables were set out； she welcomed him graciously； and brought him forward； like a queen who means to be obeyed。 She addressed the controller of excise as 〃M。 Chatelet；〃 and left that gentleman thunderstruck by the discovery that she knew about the illegal superfetation of the particle。 Lucien was forced upon her circle； and was received as a poisonous element； which every person in it vowed to expel with the antidote of insolence。
Nais had won a victory； but she had lost her supremacy of empire。 There was a rumor of insurrection。 Amelie； otherwise Mme。 de Chandour； harkening to 〃M。 Chatelet's〃 counsels； determined to erect a rival altar by receiving on Wednesdays。 Now Mme。 de Bargeton's salon was open every evening； and those who frequented it were so wedded to their ways； so accustomed to meet about the same tables； to play the familiar game of backgammon； to see the same faces and the same candle sconces night after night； and afterwards to cloak and shawl； and put on overshoes and hats in the old corridor； that they were quite as much attached to the steps of the staircase as to the mistress of the house。
〃All resigned themselves to endure the songste