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this miserable way, passed four years since the fatal evening when Gaston left her.

      Mme. de la Verberie had spent these years in constant discomfort. Seeing that she could not live upon her income, and having too much pride to sell her land, which was so badly managed that it only brought her in two per cent, she mortgaged her estate in order to raise money only to be spent as soon as borrowed.

      In such matters, it is the first step that costs; and, after having once commenced to live upon her capital, the countess made rapid strides in extravagance, saying to herself, “After me, the deluge!” Very much as her neighbor, the late Marquis of Clameran, had managed his affairs, she was now conducting hers, having but one object in view—her own comfort and pleasure.

      She made frequent visits to the neighboring towns of Nimes and Avignon; she sent to Paris for the most elegant toilets, and entertained a great deal of company. All the luxury that she had hoped to obtain by the acquisition of a rich son-in-law, she determined to give herself, utterly regardless of the fact that she was reducing her child to beggary. Great sorrows require consolation!

      The summer that she returned from London, she did not hesitate to indulge her fancy for a horse; it was rather old, to be sure, but, when harnessed to a second-hand carriage bought on credit at Beaucaire, made quite a good appearance.

      She would quiet her conscience, which occasionally reproached her for this constant extravagance, by saying, “I am so unhappy!”

      The unhappiness was that this luxury cost her dear, very dear.

      After having sold the rest of her rents, the countess first mortgaged the estate of La Verberie, and then the chateau itself.

      In less than four years she owed more than forty thousand francs, and was unable to pay the interest of her debt.

      She was racking her mind to discover some means of escape from her difficulties, when chance came to her rescue.

      For some time a young engineer, employed in surveys along the Rhone, had made the village of Beaucaire the centre of his operations.

      Being handsome, agreeable, and of polished manners, he had been warmly welcomed by the neighboring society, and the countess frequently met him at the houses of her friends where she went to play cards in the evenings.

      This young engineer was named Andre Fauvel.

      The first time he met Valentine he was struck by her beauty, and after once looking into her large, melancholy eyes, his admiration deepened into love; a love so earnest and passionate, that he felt that he could never be happy without her.

      Before being introduced to her, his heart had surrendered itself to her charms.

      He was wealthy; a splendid career was open to him, he was free; and he swore that Valentine should be his.

      He confided all his matrimonial plans to an old friend of Mme. de la Verberie, who was as noble as a Montmorency, and as poor as Job.

      With the precision of a graduate of the polytechnic school, he had enumerated all his qualifications for being a model son-in-law.

      For a long time the old lady listened to him without interruption; but, when he had finished, she did not hesitate to tell him that his pretensions were presumptuous.

      What! he, a man of no pedigree, a Fauvel, a common surveyor, to aspire to the hand of a La Verberie!

      After having enumerated all the superior advantages of that superior order of beings, the nobility, she condescended to take a common-sense view of the case, and said:

      “However, you may succeed. The poor countess owes money in every direction; not a day passes without the bailiffs calling upon her; so that, you understand, if a rich suitor appeared, and agreed to her terms for settlements—well, well, there is no knowing what might happen.”

      Andre Fauvel was young and sentimental: the insinuations of the old lady seemed to him preposterous.

      On reflection, however, when he had studied the character of the nobility in the neighborhood, who were rich in nothing but prejudices, he clearly saw that pecuniary considerations alone would be strong enough to decide the proud Countess de la Verberie to grant him her daughter’s hand.

      This certainly ended his hesitations, and he turned his whole attention to devising a plan for presenting his claim.

      He did not find this an easy thing to accomplish. To go in quest of a wife with her purchase-money in his hand was repugnant to his feelings, and contrary to his ideas of delicacy. But he had no one to urge his suit for him on his own merits; so he was compelled to shut his eyes to the distasteful features of his task, and treat his passion as a matter of business.

      The occasion so anxiously awaited, to explain his intentions, soon presented itself.

      One day he entered a hotel at Beaucaire, and, as he sat down to dinner, he saw that Mme. de la Verberie was at the adjoining table. He blushed deeply, and asked permission to sit at her table, which was granted with a most encouraging smile.

      Did the countess suspect the love of the young engineer? Had she been warned by her friend?

      At any rate, without giving Andre time to gradually approach the subject weighing on his mind, she began to complain of the hard times, the scarcity of money, and the grasping meanness of the trades-people.

      She had come to Beaucaire, indeed, to borrow money, and found every bank and cash-box closed against her; and her lawyer had advised her to sell her land for what it would bring. This made her very angry.

      Temper, joined to that secret instinct of the situation of affairs which is the sixth sense of a woman, loosened her tongue, and made her more communicative to this comparative stranger than she had ever been to her bosom friends. She explained to him the horror of her situation, her present needs, her anxiety for the future, and, above all, her great distress at not being able to marry off her beloved daughter. If she only had a dowry for her child!

      Andre listened to these complaints with becoming commiseration, but in reality he was delighted.

      Without giving her time to finish her tale, he began to state what he called his view of the matter.

      He said that, although he sympathized deeply with the countess, he could not account for her uneasiness about her daughter.

      What? Could she be disturbed at having no dowry for her? Why, the rank and beauty of Mlle. Valentine were a fortune in themselves, of which any man might be proud.

      He knew more than one man who would esteem himself only too happy if Mlle. Valentine would accept his name, and confer upon him the sweet duty of relieving her mother from all anxiety and care. Finally, he did not think the situation of the countess’s affairs nearly so desperate as she imagined. How much money would be necessary to pay off the mortgages upon La Verberie? About forty thousand francs, perhaps? Indeed! That was but a mere trifle.

      Besides, this sum need not be a gift from the son-in-law; if she chose, it might be a loan, because the estate would be his in the end, and in time the land would be double its present value; it would be a pity to sell now. A man, too, worthy of Valentine’s love could never let his wife’s mother want for the comforts and luxuries due to a lady of her age, rank, and misfortunes. He would be only too glad to offer her a sufficient income, not only to provide comfort, but even luxury.

      As Andre spoke, in a tone too earnest to be assumed, it seemed to the countess that a celestial dew was dropping upon her pecuniary wounds. Her countenance was radiant with joy, her fierce little eyes beamed with the most encouraging tenderness, her thin lips were wreathed in the most friendly smiles.

      One thought disturbed the young engineer.

      “Does she understand me seriously?” he thought.

      She certainly did, as her subsequent remarks proved. He saw that the would-be sentimental old lady had an eye to business.

      “Alas!” she sighed, “La Verberie cannot be saved by forty thousand francs; the principal and interest of the debt amount to

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