The French provinces were now organized upon a half military plan, by which all the local authorities radiated towards a centre of government.By-the-by, this feature has survived subsequent revolutions and political changes.
In days of change, youth is at a premium; because, though experience is valuable, the experience of one order of things unfits ordinary men for another order of things.So a good many old fogies in office were shown the door, and a good deal of youth and energy infused into the veins of provincial government.For instance, Edouard Riviere, who had but just completed his education with singular eclat at a military school, was one fine day ordered into Brittany to fill a responsible post under Commandant Raynal, a blunt, rough soldier, that had risen from the ranks, and bore a much higher character for zeal and moral integrity than for affability.
This officer was the son of a widow that kept a grocer's shop in Paris.She intended him for spice, but he thirsted for glory, and vexed her.So she yielded, as mothers will.
In the armies of the republic a good soldier rose with unparalleled certainty, and rapidity, too; for when soldiers are being mowed down like oats, it is a glorious time for such of them as keep their feet.Raynal mounted fast, and used to write to his mother, and joke her about the army being such a bad profession; and, as he was all for glory, not money, he lived with Spartan frugality, and saved half his pay and all his prize money for the old lady in Paris.
But this prosperous man had to endure a deep disappointment; on the very day he was made commandant and one of the general's aides-de-camp, came a letter into the camp.His mother was dead after a short illness.This was a terrible blow to the ******, rugged soldier, who had never had much time nor inclination to flirt with a lot of girls, and toughen his heart.He came back to Paris honored and rich, but downcast.The old home, empty of his mother, seemed to him not to have the old look.It made him sadder.To cheer him up they brought him much money.The widow's trade had taken a wonderful start the last few years, and she had been playing the same game as he had, living on ten-pence a day, and saving all for him.This made him sadder, if anything.
"What," said he, "have we both been scraping all this dross together for? I would give it all to sit one hour by the fire, with her hand in mine, and hear her say, 'Scamp, you made me unhappy when you were young, but I have lived to be proud of you.'"He applied for active service, no matter what: obtained at once this post in Brittany, and threw himself into it with that honest zeal and activity, which are the best earthly medicine for all our griefs.He was busy writing, when young Riviere first presented himself.He looked up for a moment, and eyed him, to take his measure; then put into his hand a report by young Nicole, a subordinate filling a post of the same nature as Riviere's; and bade him analyze that report on the spot: with this he instantly resumed his own work.
Edouard Riviere was an adept at this sort of task, and soon handed him a neat analysis.Raynal ran his eye over it, nodded cold approval, and told him to take this for the present as a guide as to his own duties.He then pointed to a map on which Riviere's district was marked in blue ink, and bade him find the centre of it.
Edouard took a pair of compasses off the table, and soon discovered that the village of Beaurepaire was his centre."Then quarter yourself at Beaurepaire; and good-day," said Raynal.
The chateau was in sight from Riviere's quarters, and he soon learned that it belonged to a royalist widow and her daughters, who all three held themselves quite aloof from the rest of the world.
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One evening our young official, after a day spent in the service of the country, deigned to take a little stroll to relieve the cares of administration.He imprinted on his beardless face the expression of a wearied statesman, and strolled through an admiring village.
The men pretended veneration from policy; the women, whose views of this great man were shallower but more sincere, smiled approval of his airs; and the young puppy affected to take no notice of either ***.
Outside the village, Publicola suddenly encountered two young ladies, who resembled nothing he had hitherto met with in his district; they were dressed in black, and with extreme simplicity;but their easy grace and composure, and the refined sentiment of their gentle faces, told at a glance they belonged to the high nobility.Publicola divined them at once, and involuntarily raised his hat to so much beauty and dignity, instead of poking it with a finger as usual.On this the ladies instantly courtesied to him after the manner of their party, with a sweep and a majesty, and a precision of politeness, that the pup would have laughed at if he had heard of it; but seeing it done, and well done, and by lovely women of rank, he was taken aback by it, and lifted his hat again, and bowed again after he had gone by, and was generally flustered.
In short, instead of a member of the Consular Government saluting private individuals of a decayed party that existed only by sufferance, a handsome, vain, good-natured boy had met two self-possessed young ladies of distinction and breeding, and had cut the usual figure.
For the next hundred yards his cheeks burned and his vanity cooled.
But bumptiousness is elastic in France, as in England, and doubtless among the Esquimaux."Well, they are pretty girls," says he to himself."I never saw two such pretty girls together; they will do for me to flirt with while I am banished to this Arcadia." Banished from school, I beg to observe.
And "awful beauty" being no longer in sight, Mr.Edouard resolved he would flirt with them to their hearts' content.But there are ladies with whom a certain preliminary is required before you can flirt with them.You must be on speaking terms.How was this to be managed?
