“True,” said Madame d’Anville, laughing. “But then, the Vicomte is so poor, and in debt. He would fall in love, not with the demoiselle, but the dower. A propos of that, how cleverly you took advantage of his boastful confession to break off his liaisons with that bureau de mariage.”
“Yes; I congratulate myself on that manoeuvre. Unpleasant as it was to go to such a place (for, of course, I could not send for Monsieur Love here), it would have been still more unpleasant to have received such a Madame de Vaudemont as our cousin would have presented to us. Only think—he was the rival of an epicier! I heard that there was some curious denouement to the farce of that establishment; but I could never get from Vaudemont the particulars. He was ashamed of them, I fancy.”
“What droll professions there are in Paris!” said Madame d’Anville. “As if people could not marry without going to an office for a spouse as we go for a servant! And so the establishment is broken up? And you never again saw that dark, wild-looking boy who so struck your fancy that you have taken him as the original for the Murillo sketch of the youth in that charming tale you read to us the other evening? Ah! cousin, I think you were a little taken with him. The bureau de mariage had its allurements for you as well as for our poor cousin!” The young mother said this laughingly and carelessly.
“Pooh!” returned Madame de Merville, laughing also; but a slight blush broke over her natural paleness. “But a propos of the Vicomte. You know how cruelly he has behaved to that poor boy of his by his English wife—never seen him since he was an infant—kept him at some school in England; and all because his vanity does not like the world to know that he has a son of nineteen! Well, I have induced him to recall this poor youth.”
“Indeed! and how?”
“Why,” said Eugenie, with a smile, “he wanted a loan, poor man, and I could therefore impose conditions by way of interest. But I also managed to conciliate him to the proposition, by representing that, if the young man were good-looking, he might, himself, with our connections, &c., form an advantageous marriage; and that in such a case, if the father treated him now justly and kindly, he would naturally partake with the father whatever benefits the marriage might confer.”
“Ah! you are an excellent diplomatist, Eugenie; and you turn people’s heads by always acting from your heart. Hush! here comes the Vicomte!”
“A delightful ball,” said Monsieur de Vaudemont, approaching the hostess. “Pray, has that young lady yonder, in the pink dress, any fortune? She is pretty—eh? You observe she is looking at me—I mean at us!”
“My dear cousin, what a compliment you pay to marriage! You have had two wives, and you are ever on the qui vive for a third!”
“What would you have me do?—we cannot resist the overtures of your bewitching sex. Hum—what fortune has she?”