interior。 He usually got out of the difficulty by a return to the artless ways of childhood； he thought aloud； took you into his confidence concerning the smallest details of his existence； his physical wants； the small sensations which did duty for ideas with him。 He never talked about the weather； nor did he indulge in the ordinary commonplaces of conversationthe way of escape provided for weak intellects； he plunged you into the most intimate and personal topics。
〃I took veal this morning to please Mme。 de Bargeton； who is very fond of veal； and my stomach has been very uneasy since；〃 he would tell you。 〃I knew how it would be； it never suits me。 How do you explain it？〃 Or； very likely
〃I am just about to ring for a glass of eau sucree； will you have some at the same time？〃
Or； 〃I am going to take a ride to…morrow； I am going over to see my father…in…law。〃
These short observations did not permit of discussion； a 〃Yes〃 or 〃No；〃 extracted from his interlocutor； the conversation dropped dead。 Then M。 de Bargeton mutely implored his visitor to come to his assistance。 Turning westward his old asthmatic pug…dog countenance； he gazed at you with big； lustreless eyes； in a way that said； 〃You were saying？〃
The people whom he loved best were bores anxious to talk about themselves； he listened to them with an unfeigned and delicate interest which so endeared him to the species that all the twaddlers of Angouleme credited M。 de Bargeton with more understanding than he chose to show； and were of the opinion that he was underrated。 So it happened that when these persons could find nobody else to listen to them； they went off to give M。 de Bargeton the benefit of the rest of the story； argument； or what not； sure beforehand of his eulogistic smile。 Madame de Bargeton's rooms were always crowded； and generally her husband felt quite at ease。 He interested himself in the smallest details； he watched those who came in and bowed and smiled； and brought the new arrivals to his wife； he lay in wait for departing visitors； and went with them to the door； taking leave of them with that eternal smile。 When conversation grew lively； and he saw that every one was interested in one thing or another； he stood； happy and mute； planted like a swan on both feet； listening； to all appearance； to a political discussion； or he looked over the card…players' hands without a notion of what it was all about； for he could not play at any game； or he walked about and took snuff to promote digestion。 Anais was the bright side of his life； she made it unspeakably pleasant for him。 Stretched out at full length in his armchair； he watched admiringly while she did her part as hostess； for she talked for him。 It was a pleasure； too； to him to try to see the point in her remarks； and as it was often a good while before he succeeded； his smiles appeared after a delay； like the explosion of a shell which has entered the earth and worked up again。 His respect for his wife； moreover； almost amounted to adoration。 And so long as we can adore； is there not happiness enough in life？ Anais' husband was as docile as a child who asks nothing better than to be told what to do； and； generous and clever woman as she was； she had taken no undue advantage of his weaknesses。 She had taken care of him as you take care of a cloak； she kept him brushed； neat； and tidy； looked closely after him； and humored him； and humored； looked after； brushed； kept tidy； and cared for； M。 de Bargeton had come to feel an almost dog…like affection for his wife。 It is so easy to give happiness that costs nothing！ Mme。 de Bargeton； knowing that her husband had no pleasure but in good cheer； saw that he had good dinners； she had pity upon him； she had never uttered a word of complaint； indeed； there were people who could not understand that a woman might keep silence through pride； and argued that M。 de Bargeton must possess good qualities hidden from public view。 Mme。 de Bargeton had drilled him into military subordination； he yielded a passive obedience to his wife。 〃Go and call on Monsieur So…and…So or Madame Such…an…One；〃 she would say； and he went forthwith； like a soldier at the word of command。 He stood at attention in her presence； and waited motionless for his orders。
There was some talk about this time of nominating the mute gentleman for a deputy。 Lucien as yet had not lifted the veil which hid such an unimaginable character； indeed； he had scarcely frequented the house long enough。 M。 de Bargeton； spread at full length in his great chair； appeared to see and understand all that was going on； his silence added to his dignity； and his figure inspired Lucien with a prodigious awe。 It is the wont of imaginative natures to magnify everything； or to find a soul to inhabit every shape； and Lucien took this gentleman； not for a granite guard…post； but for a formidable sphinx； and thought it necessary to conciliate him。
〃I am the first comer；〃 he said； bowing with more respect than people usually showed the worthy man。
〃That is natural enough；〃 said M。 de Bargeton。
Lucien took the remark for an epigram； the lady's husband was jealous； he thought； he reddened under it； looked in the glass and tried to give himself a countenance。
〃You live in L'Houmeau；〃 said M。 de Bargeton； 〃and people who live a long way off always come earlier than those who live near by。〃
〃What is the reason of that？〃 asked Lucien politely。
〃I don't know；〃 answered M。 de Bargeton； relapsing into immobility。
〃You have not cared to find out；〃 Lucien began again； 〃any one who could make an observation could discover the cause。〃
〃Ah！〃 said M。 de Bargeton； 〃final causes！ Eh！ eh！ 。 。 。〃
The conversation came to a dead stop； Lucien racked his brains to resuscitate it。
〃Mme。 de Bargeton is dressing； no doubt；〃 he began； shuddering at the silliness of the question。
〃Yes； she is dressing；〃 her husband naturally answered。
Lucien looked up at the ceiling and vainly tried to think of something else to say。 As his eyes wandered over the gray painted joists and the spaces of plaster between； he saw； not without qualms； that the little chandelier with the old…fashioned cut…glass pendants had been stripped of its gauze covering and filled with wax candles。 All the covers had been removed from the furniture； and the faded flowered silk damask had come to light。 These preparations meant something extraordinary。 The poet looked at his boots； and misgivings about his costume arose in his mind。 Grown stupid with dismay； he turned and fixed his eyes on a Japanese jar standing on a begarlanded console table of the time of Louis Quinze； then； recollecting that he must conciliate Mme。 de Bargeton's husband； he tried to find out if the good gentleman had a hobby of any sort in which he might be humored。
〃You seldom leave the city； monsieur？〃 he began； returning to M。 de Bargeton。
〃Very seldom。〃
Silence again。 M。 de Bargeton watched Lucien's slightest movements like a suspicious cat； the young man's presence disturbed him。 Each was afraid of the other。
〃Can he feel suspicious of my attentions？〃 thought Lucien； 〃he seems to be anything but friendly。〃
Lucien was not a little embarrassed by the uneasy glances that the other gave him as he went to and fro； when luckily for him； the old man…servant （who wore livery for the occasion） announced 〃M。 du Chatelet。〃 The Baron came in； very much at ease； greeted his friend Bargeton； and favored Lucien with the little nod then in vogue； which the poet in his mind called purse…proud impertinence。
Sixte du Chatelet appeared in a pair of dazzling white trousers with invisible straps that kept them in shape。 He wore pumps and thread stockings； the black ribbon of his eyeglass meandered over a white waistcoat； and the fashion and elegance of Paris was strikingly apparent in his black coat。 He was indeed just the faded beau who might be expected from his antecedents； though advancing years had already endowed him with a certain waist…girth which somewhat exceeded the limits of elegance。 He had dyed the hair and whiskers grizzled by his sufferings during his travels； and this gave a hard look to his face。 The skin which had once been so delicate had been tanned to the copper…red color of Europeans from India； but in spite of his absurd pretensions to youth； you could still discern traces of the Imperial Highness' charming private secretary in du Chatelet's general appearance。 He put up his eyeglass and stared at his rival's nankeen trousers； at his boots； at his waistcoat； at the blue coat made by the Angouleme tailor； he looked him over from head to foot； in short； then he coolly returned his eyeglass to his waistcoat pocket with a gesture that said； 〃I am satisfied。〃 And Lucien； eclipsed at this moment by the elegance of the inland revenue department； thought that it would be his turn by and by； when he should turn a face lighted up with poetry upon the assembly； but this prospect did not prevent him from feeling the sharp pang that succeeded to the uncomfortable sense of M。 de Bargeton's imagined hostility。 The Baron seemed to bring all the weight of his fortune to bear upon him； the better to humiliate him in his poverty。 M。 de Bargeton had counted on having no more to