"Sometimes,in the morning,the Count took exercise in his garden,to and fro,like a man to whom a walk is the hippogryph ridden by dreamy melancholy.He walked and walked!And he rubbed his hands enough to rub the skin off.And then,if I met him unexpectedly as he came to the angle of a path,I saw his face beaming.His eyes,instead of the hardness of a turquoise,had that velvety softness of the blue periwinkle,which had so much struck me on the occasion of my first visit,by reason of the astonishing contrast in the two different looks;the look of a happy man,and the look of an unhappy man.Two or three times at such a moment he had taken me by the arm and led me on;then he had said,'What have you come to ask?'instead of pouring out his joy into my heart that opened to him.But more often,especially since I could do his work for him and write his reports,the unhappy man would sit for hours staring at the goldfish that swarmed in a handsome marble basin in the middle of the garden,round which grew an amphitheatre of the finest flowers.He,an accomplished statesman,seemed to have succeeded in making a passion of the mechanical amusement of crumbling bread to fishes.
"This is how the drama was disclosed of this second inner life,so deeply ravaged and storm-tossed,where,in a circle overlooked by Dante in his /Inferno/,horrible joys had their birth."The Consul-General paused.
"On a certain Monday,"he resumed,"as chance would have it,M.le President de Grandville and M.de Serizy (at that time Vice-President of the Council of State)had come to hold a meeting at Comte Octave's house.They formed a committee of three,of which I was the secretary.
The Count had already got me the appointment of Auditor to the Council of State.All the documents requisite for their inquiry into the political matter privately submitted to these three gentlemen were laid out on one of the long tables in the library.MM.de Grandville and de Serizy had trusted to the Count to make the preliminary examination of the papers relating to the matter.To avoid the necessity for carrying all the papers to M.de Serizy,as president of the commission,it was decided that they should meet first in the Rue Payenne.The Cabinet at the Tuileries attached great importance to this piece of work,of which the chief burden fell on me--and to which I owed my appointment,in the course of that year,to be Master of Appeals.
"Though the Comtes de Grandville and de Serizy,whose habits were much the same as my patron's,never dined away from home,we were still discussing the matter at a late hour,when we were startled by the man-servant calling me aside to say,'MM.the Cures of Saint-Paul and of the White Friars have been waiting in the drawing-room for two hours.'
"It was nine o'clock.
"'Well,gentlemen,you find yourselves compelled to dine with priests,'said Comte Octave to his colleagues.'I do not know whether Grandville can overcome his horror of a priest's gown----'
"'It depends on the priest.'
"'One of them is my uncle,and the other is the Abbe Gaudron,'said I.'Do not be alarmed;the Abbe Fontanon is no longer second priest at Saint-Paul----'
"'Well,let us dine,'replied the President de Grandville.'A bigot frightens me,but there is no one so cheerful as a truly pious man.'
"We went into the drawing-room.The dinner was delightful.Men of real information,politicians to whom business gives both consummate experience and the practice of speech,are admirable story-tellers,when they tell stories.With them there is no medium;they are either heavy,or they are sublime.In this delightful sport Prince Metternich is as good as Charles Nodier.The fun of a statesman,cut in facets like a diamond,is sharp,sparkling,and full of sense.Being sure that the proprieties would be observed by these three superior men,my uncle allowed his wit full play,a refined wit,gentle,penetrating,and elegant,like that of all men who are accustomed to conceal their thoughts under the black robe.And you may rely upon it,there was nothing vulgar nor idle in this light talk,which I would compare,for its effect on the soul,to Rossini's music.
"The Abbe Gaudron was,as M.de Grandville said,a Saint Peter rather than a Saint Paul,a peasant full of faith,as square on his feet as he was tall,a sacerdotal of whose ignorance in matters of the world and of literature enlivened the conversation by guileless amazement and unexpected questions.They came to talking of one of the plague spots of social life,of which we were just now speaking--adultery.My uncle remarked on the contradiction which the legislators of the Code,still feeling the blows of the revolutionary storm,had established between civil and religious law,and which he said was at the root of all the mischief.
"'In the eyes of the Church,'said he,'adultery is a crime;in those of your tribunals it is a misdemeanor.Adultery drives to the police court in a carriage instead of standing at the bar to be tried.
Napoleon's Council of State,touched with tenderness towards erring women,was quite inefficient.Ought they not in this case to have harmonized the civil and the religious law,and have sent the guilty wife to a convent,as of old?'
"'To a convent!'said M.de Serizy.'They must first have created convents,and in those days monasteries were being turned into barracks.Besides,think of what you say,M.l'Abbe--give to God what society would have none of?'
"'Oh!'said the Comte de Grandville,'you do not know France.They were obliged to leave the husband free to take proceedings:well,there are not ten cases of adultery brought up in a year.'