ix persons； who were supposed to share her tastes for art and letters； because this one scraped a fiddle； and that splashed sheets of white paper； more or less； with sepia； and the other was president of a local agricultural society； or was gifted with a bass voice that rendered Se fiato in corpo like a war whoop Mme。 de Bargeton amid these grotesque figures was like a famished actor set down to a stage dinner of pasteboard。 No words； therefore； can describe her joy at these tidings。 She must see this poet； this angel！ She raved about him； went into raptures； talked of him for whole hours together。 Before two days were out the sometime diplomatic courier had negotiated （through the headmaster） for Lucien's appearance in the Hotel de Bargeton。
Poor helots of the provinces； for whom the distances between class and class are so far greater than for the Parisian （for whom； indeed； these distances visibly lessen day by day）； souls so grievously oppressed by the social barriers behind which all sorts and conditions of men sit crying Raca！ with mutual anathemasyou； and you alone； will fully comprehend the ferment in Lucien's heart and brain； when his awe…inspiring headmaster told him that the great gates of the Hotel de Bargeton would shortly open and turn upon their hinges at his fame！ Lucien and David； walking together of an evening in the Promenade de Beaulieu； had looked up at the house with the old… fashioned gables； and wondered whether their names would ever so much as reach ears inexorably deaf to knowledge that came from a lowly origin； and now he （Lucien） was to be made welcome there！
No one except his sister was in the secret。 Eve； like the thrifty housekeeper and divine magician that she was； conjured up a few louis d'or from her savings to buy thin shoes for Lucien of the best shoemaker in Angouleme； and an entirely new suit of clothes from the most renowned tailor。 She made a frill for his best shirt； and washed and pleated it with her own hands。 And how pleased she was to see him so dressed！ How proud she felt of her brother； and what quantities of advice she gave him！ Her intuition foresaw countless foolish fears。 Lucien had a habit of resting his elbows on the table when he was in deep thought； he would even go so far as to draw a table nearer to lean upon it； Eve told him that he must not forget himself in those aristocratic precincts。
She went with him as far as St。 Peter's Gate； and when they were almost opposite the cathedral she stopped； and watched him pass down the Rue de Beaulieu to the Promenade； where M。 du Chatelet was waiting for him。 And after he was out of sight； she still stood there； poor girl！ in a great tremor of emotion； as though some great thing had happened to them。 Lucien in Mme。 de Bargeton's house！for Eve it meant the dawn of success。 The innocent creature did not suspect that where ambition begins； ingenuous feeling ends。
Externals in the Rue du Minage gave Lucien no sense of surprise。 This palace； that loomed so large in his imagination； was a house built of the soft stone of the country； mellowed by time。 It looked dismal enough from the street； and inside it was extremely plain； there was the usual provincial courtyardchilly； prim； and neat； and the house itself was sober； almost convent…like； but in good repair。
Lucien went up the old staircase with the balustrade of chestnut wood （the stone steps ceased after the second floor）； crossed a shabby antechamber； and came into the presence in a little wainscoted drawing…room； beyond a dimly…lit salon。 The carved woodwork； in the taste of the eighteenth century； had been painted gray。 There were monochrome paintings on the frieze panels； and the walls were adorned with crimson damask with a meagre border。 The old…fashioned furniture shrank piteously from sight under covers of a red…and…white check pattern。 On the sofa； covered with thin mattressed cushions； sat Mme。 de Bargeton； the poet beheld her by the light of two wax candles on a sconce with a screen fitted to it； that stood before her on a round table with a green cloth。
The queen did not attempt to rise； but she twisted very gracefully on her seat； smiling on the poet； who was not a little fluttered by the serpentine quiverings； her manner was distinguished； he thought。 For Mme。 de Bargeton； she was impressed with Lucien's extreme beauty； with his diffidence； with everything about him； for her the poet already was poetry incarnate。 Lucien scrutinized his hostess with discreet side glances； she disappointed none of his expectations of a great lady。
Mme。 de Bargeton； following a new fashion； wore a coif of slashed black velvet； a head…dress that recalls memories of mediaeval legend to a young imagination； to amplify； as it were； the dignity of womanhood。 Her red…gold hair； escaping from under her cap； hung loose； bright golden color in the light； red in the rounded shadow of the curls that only partially hid her neck。 Beneath a massive white brow； clean cut and strongly outlined； shone a pair of bright gray eyes encircled by a margin of mother…of…pearl； two blue veins on each side of the nose bringing out the whiteness of that delicate setting。 The Bourbon curve of the nose added to the ardent expression of an oval face； it was as if the royal temper of the House of Conde shone conspicuous in this feature。 The careless cross…folds of the bodice left a white throat bare； and half revealed the outlines of a still youthful figure and shapely； well placed contours beneath。
With fingers tapering and well…kept； though somewhat too thin； Mme。 de Bargeton amiably pointed to a seat by her side； M。 du Chatelet ensconced himself in an easy…chair； and Lucien then became aware that there was no one else in the room。
Mme。 de Bargeton's words intoxicated the young poet from L'Houmeau。 For Lucien those three hours spent in her presence went by like a dream that we would fain have last forever。 She was not thin； he thought； she was slender； in love with love； and loverless； and delicate in spite of her strength。 Her foibles； exaggerated by her manner； took his fancy； for youth sets out with a love of hyperbole； that infirmity of noble souls。 He did not so much as see that her cheeks were faded； that the patches of color on the cheek…bone were faded and hardened to a brick…red by listless days and a certain amount of ailing health。 His imagination fastened at once on the glowing eyes； on the dainty curls rippling with light； on the dazzling fairness of her skin； and hovered about those bright points as the moth hovers about the candle flame。 For her spirit made such appeal to his that he could no longer see the woman as she was。 Her feminine exaltation had carried him away； the energy of her expressions； a little staled in truth by pretty hard and constant wear； but new to Lucien； fascinated him so much the more easily because he was determined to be pleased。 He had brought none of his own verses to read； but nothing was said of them； he had purposely left them behind because he meant to return； and Mme。 de Bargeton did not ask for them； because she meant that he should come back some future day to read them to her。 Was not this a beginning of an understanding？
As for M。 Sixte du Chatelet； he was not over well pleased with all this。 He perceived rather too late in the day that he had a rival in this handsome young fellow。 He went with him as far as the first flight of steps below Beaulieu to try the effect of a little diplomacy； and Lucien was not a little astonished when he heard the controller of excise pluming himself on having effected the introduction； and proceeding in this character to give him （Lucien） the benefit of his advice。
〃Heaven send that Lucien might meet with better treatment than he had done；〃 such was the matter of M。 du Chatelet's discourse。 〃The Court was less insolent that this pack of dolts in Angouleme。 You were expected to endure deadly insults； the superciliousness you had to put up with was something abominable。 If this kind of folk did not alter their behavior； there would be another Revolution of '89。 As for himself； if he continued to go to the house； it was because he had found Mme。 de Bargeton to his taste； she was the only woman worth troubling about in Angouleme； he had been paying court to her for want of anything better to do； and now he was desperately in love with her。 She would be his before very long； she loved him； everything pointed that way。 The conquest of this haughty queen of the society would be his one revenge on the whole houseful of booby clodpates。〃
Chatelet talked of his passion in the tone of a man who would have a rival's life if he crossed his path。 The elderly butterfly of the Empire came down with his whole weight on the poor poet； and tried to frighten and crush him by his self…importance。 He grew taller as he gave an embellished account of his perilous wanderings； but while he impressed the poet's imagination； the lover was by no means afraid of him。
In spite of the elderly coxcomb； and regardless of his threats and airs of a bourgeois bravo； Lucien went back again and again to the housenot too often at first； as became a man of L'Houmeau； but before very long he grew accustomed to the vast condescension； as it had seem