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"And as you are a magnifico, you--"
"Lent them! they will be mortgaged on her Arnonville farm--short accounts make long friends. But never mind; to lend in two hours one hundred thousand francs to some one who wants them, is generous and rare. Is it not, spendthrift? You who are an expert at loans," said the Duke de Lucenay, laughing, without dreaming of the bearing of his speech.
Notwithstanding his audacity, the viscount at first slightly blushed, but he said with effrontery, "One hundred thousand francs! enormous.
How can a woman ever have need of such an amount. With men that's another story."
"I don't know what she wanted with the money. It is all the same to me. Some bills, probably some urgent creditors; that's her look-out.
And, besides, you well know, my dear Saint Remy, that in lending her my money, it would have been in the worst taste in the world to ask what she wanted it for."
"It is, however, a very excusable curiosity in those who lend, to wish to know what the borrower wants to do with the money," said the viscount, laughing.
"Saint Remy," said D'Harville, "you, who have such excellent taste, must aid me in choosing the set I intend for my wife; your approbation will sanction my choice--be it law."
The jeweler entered, carrying several caskets in a large leather bag.
"Ah! here is M. Baudoin!" said Lucenay.
"At your grace's service."
"I am sure that it is you who ruin my wife with your infernal and dazzling temptations," said Lucenay.
"Her grace has only had her diamonds reset this winter," said the jeweler, slightly embarra.s.sed. "I have this moment left them with her grace, on my way here."
Saint Remy knew that Madame de Lucenay, to a.s.sist him, had changed her diamonds for false ones; this conversation was very disagreeable to him, but he said boldly, "How curious these husbands are! do not answer, M. Baudoin."
"Curious! goodness, no," answered the duke; "my wife pays; she is richer than I am."
During this conversation, Baudoin had displayed on a bureau several admirable necklaces of rubies and diamonds.
"How splendid! how divinely the stones are cut!" said Lord Douglas.
"Alas! my lord," answered the jeweler, "I employed in this work one of the best artisans in Paris; unfortunately, he has gone mad, and I shall never find his equal. My broker tells me that it is probably misery which has turned his brain, poor man."
"Misery! you confide diamonds to a man in poverty!"
"Certainly, my lord, and I have never known an instance of an artisan concealing or secreting anything confided to him, however poor he might be."
"How much for this necklace?" asked D'Harville.
"Your lords.h.i.+p will remark that the stones are of splendid cutting, and the purest water, almost all of the same size."
"Here are some wordy precautions most menacing for your purse," said Saint Remy, laughing; "expect now, D'Harville, some exorbitant price."
"Come, M. Baudoin, your lowest price?" said D'Harville.
"I do not wish to make your lords.h.i.+p haggle, so I say the lowest is forty-two thousand francs."
"Gentlemen!" cried Lucenay, "let us admire D'Harville in silence. To arrange a surprise for his wife for forty-two thousand francs! The devil! don't go and noise that abroad; it will be a detestable example."
"Laugh as much as you please, gentlemen," said the marquis, gayly. "I am in love with my wife, I do not conceal it; I boast of it!"
"That is easily seen," said Saint Remy; "such a present speaks more than all the protestations in the world."
"I take this necklace, then," said D'Harville, "if you approve of the black enamel setting, Saint Remy."
"It sets off to advantage the brilliancy of the stones; they are beautifully arranged."
"I decide, then, for this necklace," said D'Harville. "You will have to settle with M. Doublet, my steward, Baudoin."
"M. Doublet has advised me, my lord," said the jeweler, and he went out, after having put in his sack, without counting them, the different sets of jewels which he had brought, and which Saint Remy had for a long time handled and examined during this conversation.
D'Harville, in giving this necklace to Joseph, who awaited his orders, whispered to him, "Mlle. Juliette must put these diamonds quietly with her lady's, without her suspecting it, so that the surprise will be complete."
At this moment the butler announced that breakfast was served; the guests pa.s.sed into the breakfast-room and seated themselves at the table.
"Do you know, my dear D'Harville," said the duke, "that this house is one of the most elegant and best arranged in Paris?"
"It is commodious enough, but it wants s.p.a.ce; my project is to add a gallery on the garden. Madame d'Harville desires to give some grand b.a.l.l.s, and our three saloons are not large enough; besides, I find nothing more inconvenient than the encroachments made by a fete on the apartments which one habitually occupies, and from which, for the time, you are exiled."
"I am of your opinion," said Saint Remy; "nothing is in worse taste, more in the 'city' fas.h.i.+on, than these forced removals by authority of a ball or concert. To give fetes really splendid, without any inconvenience to one's self, a particular suite of apartments must be arranged exclusively for them; and, besides, vast and splendid saloons, destined for grand b.a.l.l.s, ought to have a different character from rooms in ordinary occupation: there is between the two species of apartments the same difference as between a splendid fresco and a cabinet picture."
"He is right," said D'Harville; "what a pity that Saint Remy has not twelve or fifteen hundred thousand livres a year! what wonders we should enjoy!"
"Since we have the happiness to enjoy a representative government,"
said the Duke de Lucenay, "ought not the country to vote a million a year to Saint Remy, and charge him to represent at Paris French taste and fas.h.i.+on, which would thus decide the fas.h.i.+on of Europe and the world?"
"Adopted!" was cried in chorus.
"And this million should be annually raised in form of a tax on those abominable misers who, possessors of enormous fortunes, shall be arraigned, tried, and convicted of living like skinflints," added Lucenay.
"And as such," said D'Harville, "condemned to defray the magnificences which they ought to display."
"While waiting for the decision which will legalize the supremacy which Saint Remy now exercises in fact," said D'Harville, "I ask his advice for the gallery I am about to construct."
"My feeble lights are at your disposal, D'Harville."
"And when shall this inauguration take place, my dear fellow?"
"Next year, I suppose, for I am going to commence immediately."
"What a man of projects you are!"
"I have many others. I contemplate a complete change at Val Richer."
"Your estate in Burgundy?"
"Yes; there are some admirable plans to execute there, if my life is spared."