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e had entered。 As for the Nabob； the completely unconscious subject of this hideous recital； tranquilly installed in a small room to which its blue hangings and two shaded lamps gave a reposeful air； he was playing his game of /ecarte/ with the Duc de Mora。
O magic of Fortune's argosy！ The son of the dealer in old iron seated alone at a card…table opposite the first personage of the Empire！ Jansoulet could scarcely believe the Venetian mirror in which were reflected his own bright countenance and the august head with its parting down the middle。 Accordingly； in order to show his appreciation of this great honour； he sought to lose decently as many thousand…franc notes as possible； feeling himself even so the winner of the game； and quite proud to see his money pass into those aristocratic hands； whose least gesture he studied as they dealt； cut； or held the cards。
A circle had formed around them； always keeping a distance； however； the ten paces exacted for the salutation of a prince； it was the public there to witness this triumph in which the Nabob was bearing his part as in a dream； intoxicated by those fairy harmonies rather faint in the distance； whose songs that reached him in snatches as over the resonant obstacle of a pool； the perfume of flowers that seem to become full blown in so singular fashion towards the end of Parisian balls； when the late hour that confuses all notions of time and the weariness of the sleepless nights communicate to brains soothed in a more nervous atmosphere； as it were； a dizzy sense of enjoyment。 The robust nature of Jansoulet； civilized savage that he was； was more sensitive than another to these unknown subtleties； and he had need of all his strength to refrain from manifesting by some glad hurrah； by some untimely effusion of gestures and speech； the impulse of physical gaiety which pervaded his whole being； as happens to those great mountain dogs that are thrown into epileptic fits of madness by the inhaling of a drop of some essence。
〃The sky is clear； the pavement dry。 If you like； my dear boy； we will send the carriage away and return on foot；〃 said Jansoulet to his companion as they left Jenkins's house。
De Gery accepted with eagerness。 He felt that he required to walk； to shake off in the open air the infamies and the lies of that comedy of society which had left his heart cold and oppressed； with all his life…blood driven to his temples where he could hear the swollen veins beating。 He staggered as he walked； like those unfortunate persons who； having been operated upon for cataract； in the terror of sight regained； do not dare put one foot before the other。 But with what a brutal hand the operation had been performed！ So that great artist with the glorious name； that pure and untamed beauty the sight alone of whom had troubled him like an apparition； was only a courtesan。 Mme。 Jenkins； that stately woman； of bearing at once so proud and so gentle； had no real title to the name。 That illustrious man of science with the open countenance； and a manner so pleasant in his welcome； had the impudence thus to parade a disgraceful concubinage。 And Paris suspected it； but that did not prevent it from running to their parties。 And； finally； Jansoulet； so kind； so generous； for whom he felt in his heart so much gratitude； he knew him to be fallen into the hands of a gang of brigands； a brigand himself and well worthy of the conspiracy organized to cause him to disgorge his millions。
Was it possible； and how much of it was he to be obliged to believe？
A glance which he threw sideways at the Nabob； whose immense person almost blocked the pavement； revealed to him suddenly in that walk oppressed by the weight of his wealth； a something low and vulgar which he had not previously remarked。 Yes； he was indeed the adventurer from the south； moulded of the slimy clay that covers the quays of Marseilles； trodden down by all the nomads and wanderers of a seaport。 Kind； generous； forsooth！ as harlots are； or thieves。 And the gold； flowing in torrents through that tainted and luxurious world； splashing the very walls； seemed to him now to be loaded with all the dross； all the filth of its impure and muddy source。 There remained； then； for him； de Gery； but one thing to do； to go away； to quit with all possible speed this situation in which he risked the compromising of his good name； the one heritage from his father。 Doubtless。 But the two little brothers down yonder in the country。 Who would pay for their board and lodging？ Who would keep up the modest home miraculously brought into being once more by the handsome salary of the eldest son； the head of the family？ Those words； 〃head of the family；〃 plunged him immediately into one of those internal combats in which interest and conscience struggled for the masterythe one brutal； substantial； attacking vigorously with straight thrusts； the other elusive； breaking away by subtle disengagementswhile the worthy Jansoulet； unconscious cause of the conflict； walked with long strides close by his young friend； inhaling the fresh air with delight at the end of his lighted cigar。
Never had he felt it such a happiness to be alive； and this evening party at Jenkins's； which had been his own first real entry into society as well as de Gery's； had left with him an impression of porticoes erected as for a triumph； of an eagerly assembled crowd； of flowers thrown on his path。 So true is it that things only exist through the eyes that observe them。 What a success！ the duke； as he took leave of him inviting him to come to see his picture gallery； which meant the doors of Mora House opened to him within a week。 Felicia Ruys consenting to do his bust； so that at the next exhibition the son of the nail…dealer would have his portrait in marble by the same great artist who had signed that of the Minister of State。 Was it not the satisfaction of all his childish vanities？
And each pondering his own thoughts； sombre or glad； they continued to walk shoulder to shoulder； absorbed and so absent in mind that the Place Vendome； silent and bathed in a blue and chilly light； rang under their steps before a word had been uttered between them。
〃Already？〃 said the Nabob。 〃I should not at all have minded walking a little longer。 What do you say？〃 And while they strolled two or three times around the square； he gave vent in spasmodic bursts to the immense joy which filled him。
〃How pleasant the air is！ How one can breathe！ Thunder of God！ I would not have missed this evening's party for a hundred thousand francs。 What a worthy soul that Jenkins is！ Do you like Felicia Ruys's style of beauty？ For my part； I dote on it。 And the duke； what a great gentleman！ so simple； so kind。 A fine place； Paris； is it not； my son？〃
〃It is too complicated for me。 It frightens me；〃 answered Paul de Gery in a hollow voice。
〃Yes； yes； I understand；〃 replied the other with an adorable fatuity。 〃You are not yet accustomed to it； but； never mind； one quickly becomes so。 See how after a single month I find myself at my ease。〃
〃That is because it is not your first visit to Paris。 You have lived here。〃
〃I？ Never in my life。 Who told you that？〃
〃Indeed！ I thought〃 answered th