The Parisians | Page 4

sold some years
ago by my father."
"Indeed! I hope your father got a good price for it; those grand hotels
have trebled their value within the last five years. And how is your
father? Still the same polished grand seigneur? I never saw him but
once, you know; and I shall never forget his smile, style grand
monarque, when he patted me on the head and tipped me ten
napoleons."
"My father is no more," said Alain, gravely; "he has been dead nearly
three years."
"Ciel! forgive me; I am greatly shocked. Hem! so you are now the
Marquis de Rochebriant, a great historical name, worth a large sum in
the market. Few such names left. Superb place your old chateau, is it
not?"
"A superb place, no--a venerable ruin, yes!"
"Ah, a ruin! so much the better. All the bankers are mad after ruins: so
charming an amusement to restore them. You will restore yours,
without doubt. I will introduce you to such an architect! has the 'moyen
age' at his fingers' ends. Dear,--but a genius."
The young Marquis smiled,--for since he had found a college friend, his
face showed that it could smile,--smiled, but not cheerfully, and
answered,

"I have no intention to restore Rochebriant. The walls are solid: they
have weathered the storms of six centuries, they will last my time, and
with me the race perishes."
"Bah! the race perish, indeed! you will marry. 'Parlez moi de ca': you
could not come to a better man. I have a list of all the heiresses at Paris,
bound in russia leather. You may take your choice out of twenty. Ah, if
I were but a Rochebriant! It is an infernal thing to come into the world
a Lemercier. I am a democrat, of course. A Lemercier would be in a
false position if he were not. But if any one would leave me twenty
acres of land, with some antique right to the De and a title, faith, would
not I be an aristocrat, and stand up for my order? But now we have met,
pray let us dine together. Ah! no doubt you are engaged every day for a
month. A Rochebriant just new to Paris must be 'fete' by all the
Faubourg."
"No," answered Alain, simply, "I am not engaged; my range of
acquaintance is more circumscribed than you suppose."
"So much the better for me. I am luckily disengaged today, which is not
often the case, for I am in some request in my own set, though it is not
that of the Faubourg. Where shall we dine?--at the Trois Freres?"
"Wherever you please. I know no restaurant at Paris, except a very
ignoble one, close by my lodging."
"'Apropos', where do you lodge?" "Rue de l'Universite, Numero ___."
"A fine street, but 'triste'. If you have no longer your family hotel, you
have no excuse to linger in that museum of mummies, the Faubourg St.
Germain; you must go into one of the new quarters by the Champs
Elysees. Leave it to me; I'll find you a charming apartment. I know one
to be had a bargain,--a bagatelle,--five hundred naps a-year. Cost you
about two or three thousand more to furnish tolerably, not showily.
Leave all to me. In three days you shall be settled. Apropos! horses!
You must have English ones. How many?--three for the saddle, two for
your 'coupe'? I'll find them for you. I will write to London to-morrow:
Reese [Rice] is your man."

"Spare yourself that trouble, my dear Frederic. I keep no horses and no
coupe. I shall not change my apartment." As he said this, Rochebriant
drew himself up somewhat haughtily.
"Faith," thought Lemercier, "is it possible that the Marquis is poor? No.
I have always heard that the Rochebriants were among the greatest
proprietors in Bretagne. Most likely, with all his innocence of the
Faubourg St. Germain, he knows enough of it to be aware that I,
Frederic Lemercier, am not the man to patronize one of its greatest
nobles. 'Sacre bleu!' if I thought that; if he meant to give himself airs to
me, his old college friend,--I would--I would call him out."
Just as M. Lemercier had come to that bellicose resolution, the Marquis
said, with a smile which, though frank, was not without a certain grave
melancholy in its expression, "My dear Frederic, pardon me if I seem to
receive your friendly offers ungraciously. But I believe that I have.
reasons you will approve for leading at Paris a life which you certainly
will not envy;" then, evidently desirous to change the subject, he said in
a livelier tone, "But what a marvellous city this Paris of ours is!
Remember I had never seen it before: it burst on me like a city in