id the community, were about to triumph over time-honored
provincial ways.

The marriage of Jacquelin and Josette now took place: it was gay; and
they were the only two persons in Alencon who refuted the sinister
prophecies relating to the marriage of their mistress.

Du Bousquier determined to use the proceeds of the sale of his late
residence in restoring and modernizing the hotel Cormon. He decided to
remain through two seasons at Prebaudet, and took the Abbe de Sponde
with them. This news spread terror through the town, where every
individual felt that du Bousquier was about to drag the community into
the fatal path of "comfort." This fear increased when the inhabitants
of Alencon saw the bridegroom driving in from Prebaudet one morning to
inspect his works, in a fine tilbury drawn by a new horse, having Rene
at his side in livery. The first act of his administration had been to
place his wife's savings on the Grand-Livre, which was then quoted at 67
fr. 50 cent. In the space of one year, during which he played constantly
for a rise, he made himself a personal fortune almost as considerable as
that of his wife.

But all these foreboding prophecies, these perturbing innovations, were
superseded and surpassed by an event connected with this marriage which
gave a still more fatal aspect to it.

On the very evening of the ceremony, Athanase and his mother were
sitting, after their dinner, over a little fire of fagots, which the
servant lighted usually at dessert.

"Well, we will go this evening to the du Roncerets', inasmuch as we have
lost Mademoiselle Cormon," said Madame Granson. "Heavens! how shall I
ever accustom myself to call her Madame du Bousquier! that name burns my
lips."

Athanase looked at his mother with a constrained and melancholy air; he
could not smile; but he seemed to wish to welcome that naive sentiment
which soothed his wound, though it could not cure his anguish.

"Mamma," he said, in the voice of his childhood, so tender was it, and
using the name he had abandoned for several years,--"my dear mamma, do
not let us go out just yet; it is so pleasant here before the fire."

The mother heard, without comprehending, that supreme prayer of a mortal
sorrow.

"Yes, let us stay, my child," she said. "I like much better to talk
with you and listen to your projects than to play at boston and lose my
money."

"You are so handsome to-night I love to look at you. Besides, I am in
a current of idea