this kind of skill possesses one signal advantage； for it can only be displayed in the conduct of the affairs of the great； and when discretion is the quality required； a man who knows nothing can safely say nothing； and take refuge in a mysterious shake of the head； in fact； the cleverest practitioner is he who can swim with the current and keep his head well above the stream of events which he appears to control； a man's fitness for this business varying inversely as his specific gravity。 But in this particular art or craft； as in all others； you shall find a thousand mediocrities for one man of genius； and in spite of Chatelet's services； ordinary and extraordinary； Her Imperial Highness could not procure a seat in the Privy Council for her private secretary； not that he would not have made a delightful Master of Requests； like many another； but the Princess was of the opinion that her secretary was better placed with her than anywhere else in the world。 He was made a Baron； however； and went to Cassel as envoy… extraordinary； no empty form of words； for he cut a very extraordinary figure thereNapoleon used him as a diplomatic courier in the thick of a European crisis。 Just as he had been promised the post of minister to Jerome in Westphalia； the Empire fell to pieces； and balked of his ambassade de famille as he called it； he went off in despair to Egypt with General de Montriveau。 A strange chapter of accidents separated him from his traveling companion； and for two long years Sixte du Chatelet led a wandering life among the Arab tribes of the desert； who sold and resold their captivehis talents being not of the slightest use to the nomad tribes。 At length； about the time that Montriveau reached Tangier； Chatelet found himself in the territory of the Imam of Muscat； had the luck to find an English vessel just about to set sail； and so came back to Paris a year sooner than his sometime companion。 Once in Paris； his recent misfortunes； and certain connections of long standing； together with services rendered to great persons now in power； recommended him to the President of the Council； who put him in M。 de Barante's department until such time as a controllership should fall vacant。 So the part that M。 du Chatelet once had played in the history of the Imperial Princess； his reputation for success with women； the strange story of his travels and sufferings； all awakened the interest of the ladies of Angouleme。
M。 le Baron Sixte du Chatelet informed himself as to the manners and customs of the upper town； and took his cue accordingly。 He appeared on the scene as a jaded man of the world； broken in health； and weary in spirit。 He would raise his hand to his forehead at all seasons； as if pain never gave him a moment's respite； a habit that recalled his travels and made him interesting。 He was on visiting terms with the authoritiesthe general in command； the prefect； the receiver… general； and the bishop but in every house he was frigid； polite； and slightly supercilious； like a man out of his proper place awaiting the favors of power。 His social talents he left to conjecture； nor did they lose anything in reputation on that account； then when people began to talk about him and wish to know him； and curiosity was still lively； when he had reconnoitred the men and found them nought； and studied the women with the eyes of experience in the cathedral for several Sundays； he saw that Mme。 de。 Bargeton was the person with whom it would be best to be on intimate terms。 Music； he thought； should open the doors of a house where strangers were never received。 Surreptitiously he procured one of Miroir's Masses； learned it upon the piano； and one fine Sunday when all Angouleme went to the cathedral； he played the organ； sent those who knew no better into ecstasies over the performance； and stimulated the interest felt in him by allowing his name to slip out through the attendants。 As he came out after mass； Mme。 de Bargeton complimented him； regretting that she had no opportunity of playing duets with such a musician； and naturally； during an interview of her own seeking； he received the passport； which he could not have obtained if he had asked for it。
So the adroit Baron was admitted to the circle of the queen of Angouleme； and paid her marked attention。 The elderly beauhe was forty…five years oldsaw that all her youth lay dormant and ready to revive； saw treasures to be turned to account； and possibly a rich widow to wed； to say nothing of expectations； it would be a marriage into the family of Negrepelisse； and for him this meant a family connection with the Marquise d'Espard； and a political career in Paris。 Here was a fair tree to cultivate in spite of the ill…omened； unsightly mistletoe that grew thick upon it； he would hang his fortunes upon it； and prune it； and wait till he could gather its golden fruit。
High…born Angouleme shrieked against the introduction of a Giaour into the sanctuary； for Mme。 de Bargeton's salon was a kind of holy of holies in a society that kept itself unspotted from the world。 The only outsider intimate there was the bishop； the prefect was admitted twice or thrice in a year； the receiver…general was never received at all； Mme。 de Bargeton would go to concerts and 〃at homes〃 at his house； but she never accepted invitations to dinner。 And now； she who had declined to open her doors to the receiver…general； welcomed a mere controller of excise！ Here was a novel order of precedence for snubbed authority； such a thing it had never entered their minds to conceive。
Those who by dint of mental effort can understand a kind of pettiness which； for that matter； can be found on any and every social level； will realize the awe with which the bourgeoisie of Angouleme regarded the Hotel de Bargeton。 The inhabitant of L'Houmeau beheld the grandeur of that miniature Louvre； the glory of the Angoumoisin Hotel de Rambouillet； shining at a solar distance； and yet； within it there was gathered together all the direst intellectual poverty； all the decayed gentility from twenty leagues round about。
Political opinion expanded itself in wordy commonplaces vociferated with emphasis； the Quotidienne was comparatively Laodicean in its loyalty； and Louis XVIII。 a Jacobin。 The women； for the most part； were awkward； silly； insipid； and ill dressed； there was always something amiss that spoiled the whole； nothing in them was complete； toilette or talk； flesh or spirit。 But for his designs on Mme。 de Bargeton； Chatelet could not have endured the society。 And yet the manners and spirit of the noble in his ruined manor…house； the knowledge of the traditions of good breeding；these things covered a multitude of deficiencies。 Nobility of feeling was far more real here than in the lofty world of Paris。 You might compare these country Royalists； if the metaphor may be allowed； to old…fashioned silver plate； antiquated and tarnished； but weighty； their attachment to the House of Bourbon as the House of Bourbon did them honor。 The very fixity of their political opinions was a sort of faithfulness。 The distance that they set between themselves and the bourgeoisie； their very exclusiveness； gave them a certain elevation； and enhanced their value。 Each noble represented a certain price for the townsmen； as Bambara Negroes； we are told； attach a money value to cowrie shells。
Some of the women； flattered by M。 du Chatelet； discerned in him the superior qualities lacking in the men of their own sect； and the insurrection of self…love was pacified。 These ladies all hoped to succeed to the Imperial Highness。 Purists were of the opinion that you might see the intruder in Mme。 de Bargeton's house； but not elsewhere。 Du Chatelet was fain to put up with a good deal of insolence； but he held his ground by cultivating the clergy。 He encouraged the queen of Angouleme in foibles bred of the soil； he brought her all the newest books； he read aloud the poetry that appeared。 Together they went into ecstasies over these poets； she in all sincerity； he with suppressed yawns； but he bore with the Romantics with a patience hardly to be expected of a man of the Imperial school； who scarcely could make out what the young writers meant。 Not so Mme。 de Bargeton； she waxed enthusiastic over the renaissance； due to the return of the Bourbon Lilies； she loved M。 de Chateaubriand for calling Victor Hugo 〃a sublime child。〃 It depressed her that she could only know genius from afar； she sighed for Paris； where great men live。 For these reasons M。 du Chatelet thought he had done a wonderfully clever thing when he told the lady that at that moment in Angouleme there was 〃another sublime child；〃 a young poet； a rising star whose glory surpassed the whole Parisian galaxy； though he knew it not。 A great man of the future had been born in L'Houmeau！ The headmaster of the school had shown the Baron some admirable verses。 The poor and humble lad was a second Chatterton； with none of the political baseness and ferocious hatred of the great ones of earth that led his English prototype to turn pamphleteer and revile his benefactors。 Mme。 de Bargeton in her little circle of five or six persons； who were supposed to share her tastes for art and letters； because this one scraped a fi