Scenes from a Courtesans Life | Page 3

bear on yours, to the great despair of Madame Chatelet,
nee Negrepelisse d'Espard," said Lucien quickly.
"Since you recognize me, I cannot puzzle you; and I could never tell
you how much you puzzle me," said the Marquise d'Espard, amazed at
the coolness and impertinence to which the man had risen whom she
had formerly despised.
"Then allow me, madame, to preserve my only chance of occupying
your thoughts by remaining in that mysterious twilight," said he, with
the smile of a man who does not wish to risk assured happiness.
"I congratulate you on your changed fortunes," said the Comte du
Chatelet to Lucien.
"I take it as you offer it," replied Lucien, bowing with much grace to
the Marquise.
"What a coxcomb!" said the Count in an undertone to Madame
d'Espard. "He has succeeded in winning an ancestry."
"With these young men such coxcombry, when it is addressed to us,
almost always implies some success in high places," said the lady; "for
with you older men it means ill-fortune. And I should very much like to
know which of my grand lady friends has taken this fine bird under her

patronage; then I might find the means of amusing myself this evening.
My ticket, anonymously sent, is no doubt a bit of mischief planned by a
rival and having something to do with this young man. His
impertinence is to order; keep an eye on him. I will take the Duc de
Navarrein's arm. You will be able to find me again."
Just as Madame d'Espard was about to address her cousin, the
mysterious mask came between her and the Duke to whisper in her ear:
"Lucien loves you; he wrote the note. Your Prefet is his greatest foe;
how can he speak in his presence?"
The stranger moved off, leaving Madame d'Espard a prey to a double
surprise. The Marquise knew no one in the world who was capable of
playing the part assumed by this mask; she suspected a snare, and went
to sit down out of sight. The Comte Sixte du Chatelet--whom Lucien
had abridged of his ambitious du with an emphasis that betrayed long
meditated revenge--followed the handsome dandy, and presently met a
young man to whom he thought he could speak without reserve.
"Well, Rastignac, have you seen Lucien? He has come out in a new
skin."
"If I were half as good looking as he is, I should be twice as rich,"
replied the fine gentleman, in a light but meaning tone, expressive of
keen raillery.
"No!" said the fat mask in his ear, repaying a thousand ironies in one by
the accent he lent the monosyllable.
Rastignac, who was not the man to swallow an affront, stood as if
struck by lightning, and allowed himself to be led into a recess by a
grasp of iron which he could not shake off.
"You young cockerel, hatched in Mother Vauquer's coop--you, whose
heart failed you to clutch old Taillefer's millions when the hardest part
of the business was done--let me tell you, for your personal safety, that
if you do not treat Lucien like the brother you love, you are in our

power, while we are not in yours. Silence and submission! or I shall
join your game and upset the skittles. Lucien de Rubempre is under the
protection of the strongest power of the day--the Church. Choose
between life and death--Answer."
Rastignac felt giddy, like a man who has slept in a forest and wakes to
see by his side a famishing lioness. He was frightened, and there was
no one to see him; the boldest men yield to fear under such
circumstances.
"No one but HE can know--or would dare----" he murmured to himself.
The mask clutched his hand tighter to prevent his finishing his
sentence.
"Act as if I were he," he said.
Rastignac then acted like a millionaire on the highroad with a brigand's
pistol at his head; he surrendered.
"My dear Count," said he to du Chatelet, to whom he presently returned,
"if you care for your position in life, treat Lucien de Rubempre as a
man whom you will one day see holding a place far above where you
stand."
The mask made a imperceptible gesture of approbation, and went off in
search of Lucien.
"My dear fellow, you have changed your opinion of him very
suddenly," replied the Prefet with justifiable surprise.
"As suddenly as men change who belong to the centre and vote with
the right," replied Rastignac to the Prefet-Depute, whose vote had for a
few days failed to support the Ministry.
"Are there such things as opinions nowadays? There are only interests,"
observed des Lupeaulx, who had heard them. "What is the case in
point?"

"The case of the Sieur de Rubempre, whom Rastignac is