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to dissemble his astonishment, he said to him: "Is it to M. Rodin that I have the honor to speak?"

      "Yes, sir; and here is another letter from the steward of the Princess de

       Saint-Dizier."

      "Pray, sir, draw near the fire, whilst I just see what is in this letter. The weather is so bad," continued the bailiff, obligingly, "may I not offer you some refreshment?"

      "A thousand thanks, my dear sir; I am off again in an hour."

      Whilst M. Dupont read, M. Rodin threw inquisitive glances round the chamber; like a man of skill and experience, he had frequently drawn just and useful inductions from those little appearances, which, revealing a taste or habit, give at the same time some notion of a character; on this occasion, however, his curiosity was at fault.

      "Very good, sir," said the bailiff, when he had finished reading; "the steward renews his recommendation, and tells me to attend implicitly to your commands."

      "Well, sir, they will amount to very little, and I shall not trouble you long."

      "It will be no trouble, but an honor."

      "Nay, I know how much your time must be occupied, for, as soon as one enters this chateau, one is struck with the good order and perfect keeping of everything in it—which proves, my dear sir, what excellent care you take of it."

      "Oh, sir, you flatter me."

      "Flatter you?—a poor old man like myself has something else to think of.

       But to come to business: there is a room here which is called the Green

       Chamber?"

      "Yes, sir; the room which the late Count-Duke de Cardoville used for a study."

      "You will have the goodness to take me there."

      "Unfortunately, it is not in my power to do so. After the death of the

       Count-Duke, and when the seals were removed, a number of papers were shut

       up in a cabinet in that room, and the lawyers took the keys with them to

       Paris."

      "Here are those keys," said M. Rodin, showing to the bailiff a large and a small key tied together.

      "Oh, sir! that is different. You come to look for papers?"

      "Yes—for certain papers—and also far a small mahogany casket, with silver clasps—do you happen to know it?"

      "Yes, sir; I have often seen it on the count's writing-table. It must be in the large, lacquered cabinet, of which you have the key."

      "You will conduct me to this chamber, as authorized by the Princess de

       Saint-Dizier?"

      "Yes, sir; the princess continues in good health?"

      "Perfectly so. She lives altogether above worldly things."

      "And Mademoiselle Adrienne?"

      "Alas, my dear sir!" said M. Rodin, with a sigh of deep contrition and grief.

      "Good heaven, sir! has any calamity happened to Mademoiselle Adrienne?"

      "In what sense do you mean it?"

      "Is she ill?"

      "No, no—she is, unfortunately, as well as she is beautiful."

      "Unfortunately!" cried the bailiff, in surprise.

      "Alas, yes! for when beauty, youth, and health are joined to an evil spirit of revolt and perversity—to a character which certainly has not its equal upon earth—it would be far better to be deprived of those dangerous advantages, which only become so many causes of perdition. But I conjure you, my dear sir, let us talk of something else: this subject is too painful," said M. Rodin, with a voice of deep emotion, lifting the tip of his little finger to the corner of his right eye, as if to stop a rising tear.

      The bailiff did not see the tear, but he saw the gesture, and he was struck with the change in M. Rodin's voice. He answered him, therefore, with much sympathy: "Pardon my indiscretion, sir; I really did not know—"

      "It is I who should ask pardon for this involuntary display of feeling—tears are so rare with old men—but if you had seen, as I have, the despair of that excellent princess, whose only fault has been too much kindness, too much weakness, with regard to her niece—by which she has encouraged her—but, once more, let us talk of something else, my dear sir!"

      After a moment's pause, during which M. Rodin seemed to recover from his emotion, he said to Dupont: "One part of my mission, my dear sir—that which relates to the Green Chamber—I have now told you; but there is yet another. Before coming to it, however, I must remind you of a circumstance you have perhaps forgotten—namely, that some fifteen or sixteen years ago, the Marquis d'Aigrigny, then colonel of the hussars in garrison at Abbeville, spent some time in this house."

      "Oh, sir! what a dashing officer was there! It was only just now, that I was talking about him to my wife. He was the life of the house!—how well he could perform plays—particularly the character of a scapegrace. In the Two Edmonds, for instance, he would make you die with laughing, in that part of a drunken soldier—and then, with what a charming voice he sang Joconde, sir—better than they could sing it at Paris!"

      Rodin, having listened complacently to the bailiff, said to him: "You doubtless know that, after a fierce duel he had with a furious Bonapartist, one General Simon, the Marquis d'Aigrigny (whose private secretary I have now the honor to be) left the world for the church."

      "No, sir! is it possible? That fine officer!"

      "That fine officer—brave, noble, rich, esteemed, and flattered—abandoned all those advantages for the sorry black gown; and, notwithstanding his name, position, high connections, his reputation as a great preacher, he is still what he was fourteen years ago—a plain abbe—whilst so many, who have neither his merit nor his virtues, are archbishops and cardinals."

      M. Rodin expressed himself with so much goodness, with such an air of conviction, and the facts he cited appeared to be so incontestable, that M. Dupont could not help exclaiming: "Well, sir, that is splendid conduct!"

      "Splendid? Oh, no!" said M. Rodin, with an inimitable expression of simplicity; "it is quite a matter of course when one has a heart like M. d'Aigrigny's. But amongst all his good qualities, he has particularly that of never forgetting worthy people—people of integrity, honor, conscience—and therefore, my dear M. Dupont, he has not forgotten you."

      "What, the most noble marquis deigns to remember—"

      "Three days ago, I received a letter from him, in which he mentions your name."

      "Is he then at Paris?"

      "He will be there soon, if not there now. He went to Italy about three months ago, and, during his absence, he received a very sad piece of news—the death of his mother, who was passing the autumn on one of the estates of the Princess de Saint-Dizier."

      "Oh, indeed! I was not aware of it."

      "Yes, it was a cruel grief to him; but we must all resign ourselves to the will of Providence!"

      "And with regard to what subject did the marquis do me the honor to mention my name?"

      "I am going to tell you. First of all, you must know that this house is sold. The bill of sale was signed the day before my departure from Paris."

      "Oh, sir! that renews all my uneasiness."

      "Pray, why?"

      "I am afraid that the new proprietors may not choose to keep me as their bailiff."

      "Now see what a lucky chance! It is just on that subject that I am going to speak to you."

      "Is it possible?"

      "Certainly. Knowing the interest which the marquis feels for you, I am particularly desirous that you should keep this place, and I will do all in my power to serve you, if—"

      "Ah,

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