Valenod was as generous as a thief, and on his side had acquitted himself brilliantly in the last five or six collections for the Brotherhood of St. Joseph, the congregation of the Virgin, the congregation of the Holy Sacrament, etc., etc.
M. de Renal's name had been seen more than once at the bottom of the list of gentlefolk of Verrieres, and the surrounding neighbourhood who were adroitly classified in the list of the collecting brethren according to the amount of their offerings.
It was in vain that he said that he was not making money.
The clergy stands no nonsense in such matters. _____
CHAPTER XXIII
SORROWS OF AN OFFICIAL _____
Il piacere di alzar la testa tutto l'anno, e ben pagato da certi quarti d'ora che bisogna passar.—Casti. _____
Let us leave this petty man to his petty fears; why did he take a man of spirit into his household when he needed someone with the soul of a valet?
Why can't he select his staff?
The ordinary trend of the nineteenth century is that when a noble and powerful individual encounters a man of spirit, he kills him, exiles him and imprisons him, or so humiliates him that the other is foolish enough to die of grief.
In this country it so happens that it is not merely the man of spirit who suffers.
The great misfortunes of the little towns of France and of representative governments, like that of New York, is that they find it impossible to forget the existence of individuals like M. de Renal.
It is these men who make public opinion in a town of twenty thousand inhabitants, and public opinion is terrible in a country which has a charter of liberty.
A man, though of a naturally noble and generous disposition, who would have been your friend in the natural course of events, but who happens to live a hundred leagues off, judges you by the public opinion of your town which is made by those fools who have chanced to be born noble, rich and conservative.
Unhappy is the man who distinguishes himself.
Immediately after dinner they left for Vergy, but the next day but one Julien saw the whole family return to Verrieres.
An hour had not passed before he discovered to his great surprise that Madame de Renal had some mystery up her sleeve.
Whenever he came into the room she would break off her conversation with her husband and would almost seem to desire that he should go away. Julien did not need to be given this hint twice.
He became cold and reserved. Madame de Renal noticed it and did not ask for an explanation.
"Is she going to give me a successor," thought Julien.
"And to think of her being so familiar with me the day before yesterday, but that is how these great ladies are said to act.
It's just like kings. One never gets any more warning than the disgraced minister who enters his house to find his letter of dismissal."
Julien noticed that these conversations which left off so abruptly at his approach, often dealt with a big house which belonged to the municipality of Verrieres, a house which though old was large and commodious and situated opposite the church in the most busy commercial district of the town.
"What connection can there be between this house and a new lover," said Julien to himself.
In his chagrin he repeated to himself the pretty verses of Francis I. which seemed novel to him, for Madame de Renal had only taught him them a month before:
Souvent femme varie
Bien fol est qui s'y fie.
M. de Renal took the mail to Besancon.
This journey was a matter of two hours. He seemed extremely harassed.
On his return he threw a big grey paper parcel on the table.
"Here's that silly business," he said to his wife.
An hour afterwards Julien saw the bill-poster carrying the big parcel. He followed him eagerly.
"I shall learn the secret at the first street corner."
He waited impatiently behind the bill-poster who was smearing the back of the poster with his big brush.
It had scarcely been put in its place before Julien's curiosity saw the detailed announcement of the putting up for public auction of that big old house whose name had figured so frequently in M. de Renal's conversations with his wife.
The auction of the lease was announced for to-morrow at two o'clock in the Town Hall after the extinction of the third fire.
Julien was very disappointed. He found the time a little short.
How could there be time to apprise all the other would-be purchasers.
But, moreover, the bill, which was dated a fortnight back, and which he read again in its entirety in three distinct places, taught him nothing.
He went to visit the house which was to let.
The porter, who had not seen him approach, was saying mysteriously to a neighbour:
"Pooh, pooh, waste of time. M. Maslon has promised him that he shall have it for three hundred francs; and, as the mayor kicked, he has been summoned to the bishop's palace by M. the Grand Vicar de Frilair."
Julien's arrival seemed very much to disconcert the two friends who did not say another word.
Julien made a point of being present at the auction of the lease.
There was a crowd in the badly-lighted hall, but everybody kept quizzing each other in quite a singular way.
All eyes were fixed on a table where Julien perceived three little lighted candle-ends on a tin plate.
The usher was crying out
"Three hundred francs, gentlemen."
"Three hundred francs, that's a bit too thick," said a man to his neighbour in a low voice.
Julien was between the two of them.