By an accident wholly explainable, the viscount and chevalier, aristocrats by nature, came instantly into unison; they recognized each other at once as men belonging to the same sphere.Accordingly, they began to converse together, standing before the fireplace.Acircle formed around them; and their conversation, though uttered in a low voice, was listened to in religious silence.To give the effect of this scene it is necessary to dramatize it, and to picture Mademoiselle Cormon occupied in pouring out the coffee of her imaginary suitor, with her back to the fireplace.
Monsieur de Valois."Monsieur le vicomte has come, I am told, to settle in Alencon?"Monsieur de Troisville."Yes, monsieur, I am looking for a house."[Mademoiselle Cormon, cup in hand, turns round.] "It must be a large house" [Mademoiselle Cormon offers him the cup] "to lodge my whole family." [The eyes of the old maid are troubled.]
Monsieur de Valois."Are you married?"
Monsieur de Troisville."Yes, for the last sixteen years, to a daughter of the Princess Scherbellof."Mademoiselle Cormon fainted; du Bousquier, who saw her stagger, sprang forward and received her in his arms; some one opened the door and allowed him to pass out with his enormous burden.The fiery republican, instructed by Josette, found strength to carry the old maid to her bedroom, where he laid her out on the bed.Josette, armed with scissors, cut the corset, which was terribly tight.Du Bousquier flung water on Mademoiselle Cormon's face and bosom, which, released from the corset, overflowed like the Loire in flood.The poor woman opened her eyes, saw du Bousquier, and gave a cry of modesty at the sight of him.Du Bousquier retired at once, leaving six women, at the head of whom was Madame Granson, radiant with joy, to take care of the invalid.
What had the Chevalier de Valois been about all this time? Faithful to his system, he had covered the retreat.