igsty； not fit for the girl out of L'Houmeau to sleep in！ What next！ She is the Queen of France； I suppose。〃
〃Very well； father； I will build the second floor myself； the son will improve his father's property。 It is not the usual way； but it happens so sometimes。〃
〃What； my lad！ you can find money for building； can you； though you can't find money to pay the rent； eh！ You sly dog； to come round your father。〃
The question thus raised was hard to lay； for the old man was only too delighted to seize an opportunity of posing as a good father without disbursing a penny； and all that David could obtain was his bare consent to the marriage and free leave to do what he liked in the houseat his own expense； the old 〃bear；〃 that pattern of a thrifty parent； kindly consenting not to demand the rent and drain the savings to which David imprudently owned。 David went back again in low spirits。 He saw that he could not reckon on his father's help in misfortune。
In Angouleme that day people talked of nothing but the Bishop's epigram and Mme。 de Bargeton's reply。 Every least thing that happened that evening was so much exaggerated and embellished and twisted out of all knowledge； that the poet became the hero of the hour。 While this storm in a teacup raged on high； a few drops fell among the bourgeoisie； young men looked enviously after Lucien as he passed on his way through Beaulieu； and he overheard chance phrases that filled him with conceit。
〃There is a lucky young fellow！〃 said an attorney's clerk； named Petit…Claud； a plain…featured youth who had been at school with Lucien； and treated him with small； patronizing airs。
〃Yes； he certainly is；〃 answered one of the young men who had been present on the occasion of the reading； 〃he is a good…looking fellow； he has some brains； and Mme。 de Bargeton is quite wild about him。〃
Lucien had waited impatiently until he could be sure of finding Louise alone。 He had to break the tidings of his sister's marriage to the arbitress of his destinies。 Perhaps after yesterday's soiree； Louise would be kinder than usual； and her kindness might lead to a moment of happiness。 So he thought； and he was not mistaken； Mme。 de Bargeton met him with a vehemence of sentiment that seemed like a touching progress of passion to the novice in love。 She abandoned her hands； her beautiful golden hair； to the burning kisses of the poet who had passed through such an ordeal。
〃If only you could have seen your face whilst you were reading；〃 cried Louise； using the familiar tu； the caress of speech； since yesterday； while her white hands wiped the pearls of sweat from the brows on which she set a poet's crown。 〃There were sparks of fire in those beautiful eyes！ From your lips； as I watched them； there fell the golden chains that suspend the hearts of men upon the poet's mouth。 You shall read Chenier through to me from beginning to end； he is the lover's poet。 You shall not be unhappy any longer； I will not have it。 Yes； dear angel； I will make an oasis for you； there you shall live your poet's life； sometimes busy； sometimes languid； indolent； full of work； and musing by turns； but never forget that you owe your laurels to me； let that thought be my noble guerdon for the sufferings which I must endure。 Poor love！ the world will not spare me any more than it has spared you； the world is avenged on all happiness in which it has no share。 Yes； I shall always be a mark for envydid you not see that last night？ The bloodthirsty insects are quick enough to drain every wound that they pierce。 But I was happy； I lived。 It is so long since all my heartstrings vibrated。〃
The tears flowed fast； and for all answer Lucien took Louise's hand and gave it a lingering kiss。 Every one about him soothed and caressed the poet's vanity； his mother and his sister and David and Louise now did the same。 Every one helped to raise the imaginary pedestal on which he had set himself。 His friends's kindness and the fury of his enemies combined to establish him more firmly in an ureal world。 A young imagination readily falls in with the flattering estimates of others； a handsome young fellow so full of promise finds others eager to help him on every side； and only after one or two sharp and bitter lessons does he begin to see himself as an ordinary mortal。
〃My beautiful Louise； do you mean in very truth to be my Beatrice； a Beatrice who condescends to be loved？〃
Louise raised the fine eyes； hitherto down…dropped。
〃If you show yourself worthysome day！〃 she said； with an angelic smile which belied her words。 〃Are you not happy？ To be the sole possessor of a heart； to speak freely at all times； with the certainty of being understood； is not this happiness？〃
〃Yes；〃 he answered； with a lover's pout of vexation。
〃Child！〃 she exclaimed； laughing at him。 〃Come； you have something to tell me； have you not？ You came in absorbed in thought； my Lucien。〃
Lucien； in fear and trembling； confided to his beloved that David was in love with his sister Eve； and that his sister Eve was in love with David； and that the two were to be married shortly。
〃Poor Lucien！〃 said Louise； 〃he was afraid he should be beaten and scolded； as if it was he himself that was going to be married！ Why； where is the harm？〃 she continued； her fingers toying with Lucien's hair。 〃What is your family to me when you are an exception？ Suppose that my father were to marry his cook； would that trouble you much？ Dear boy； lovers are for each other their whole family。 Have I a greater interest than my Lucien in the world？ Be great； find the way to win fame； that is our affair！〃
This selfish answer made Lucien the happiest of mortals。 But in the middle of the fantastic reasonings； with which Louise convinced him that they two were alone in the world； in came M。 de Bargeton。 Lucien frowned and seemed to be taken aback； but Louise made him a sign； and asked him to stay to dinner and to read Andre de Chenier aloud to them until people arrived for their evening game at cards。
〃You will give her pleasure；〃 said M。 de Bargeton； 〃and me also。 Nothing suits me better than listening to reading aloud after dinner。〃
Cajoled by M。 de Bargeton； cajoled by Louise； waited upon with the respect which servants show to a favored guest of the house； Lucien remained in the Hotel de Bargeton； and began to think of the luxuries which he enjoyed for the time being as the rightful accessories of Lucien de Rubempre。 He felt his position so strong through Louise's love and M。 de Bargeton's weakness； that as the rooms filled； he assumed a lordly air； which that fair lady encouraged。 He tasted the delights of despotic sway which Nais had acquired by right of conquest； and liked to share with him； and； in short； that evening he tried to act up to the part of the lion of the little town。 A few of those who marked these airs drew their own conclusions from them； and thought that； according to the old expression； he had come to the last term with the lady。 Amelie； who had come with M。 du Chatelet； was sure of the deplorable fact； in a corner of the drawing…room； where the jealous and envious gathered together。
〃Do not think of calling Nais to account for the vanity of a youngster； who is as proud as he can be because he has got into society； where he never expected to set foot；〃 said Chatelet。 〃Don't you see that this Chardon takes the civility of a woman of the world for an advance？ He does not know the difference between the silence of real passion and the patronizing graciousness due to his good looks and youth and talent。 It would be too bad if women were blamed for all the desires which they inspire。 HE certainly is in love with her； but as for Nais〃
〃Oh！ Nais；〃 echoed the perfidious Amelie； 〃Nais is well enough pleased。 A young man's love has so many attractionsat her age。 A woman grows young again in his company； she is a girl； and acts a girl's hesitation and manners； and does not dream that she is ridiculous。 Just look！ Think of a druggist's son giving himself a conqueror's airs with Mme。 de Bargeton。〃
〃Love knows nought of high or low degree；〃 hummed Adrien。
There was not a single house in Angouleme next day where the degree of intimacy between M。 Chardon （alias de Rubempre） and Mme。 de Bargeton was not discussed； and though the utmost extent of their guilt amounted to two or three kisses； the world already chose to believe the worst of both。 Mme。 de Bargeton paid the penalty of her sovereignty。 Among the various eccentricities of society； have you never noticed its erratic judgments and the unaccountable differences in the standard it requires of this or that man or woman？ There are some persons who may do anything； they may behave totally irrationally； anything becomes them； and it is who shall be first to justify their conduct； then； on the other hand； there are those on whom the world is unaccountably severe； they must do everything well； they are not allowed to fail nor to make mistakes； at their peril they do anything foolish； you might compare these last to the much…admired statues which must come down at once from their pedestal if the frost chips off a nose or a finger。 They are not permitted to be human； they are required to be for ever divine and for ever impe