Dumay　is　going　to　leave　all　his　money　to　Modeste。　Dumay；　you　know；　is
  a　Breton；　and　that　fact　clinches　the　matter；　he　won't　go　back　from　his
  word；　and　his　fortune　is　equal　to　the　colonel's。　But　I　don't　approve
  of　Monsieur　Mignon's　taking　back　that　villa；　and；　as　they　often　ask　my
  advice；　I　told　them　so。　'You　sink　too　much　in　it；'　I　said；　'if　Vilquin
  does　not　buy　it　back　there's　two　hundred　thousand　francs　which　won't
  bring　you　a　penny；　it　only　leaves　you　a　hundred　thousand　to　get　along
  with；　and　it　isn't　enough。'　The　colonel　and　Dumay　are　consulting　about
  it　now。　But　nevertheless；　between　you　and　me；　Modeste　is　sure　to　be
  rich。　I　hear　talk　on　the　quays　against　it；　but　that's　all　nonsense；
  people　are　jealous。　Why；　there's　no　such　'dot'　in　Havre；〃　cried
  Butscha；　beginning　to　count　on　his　fingers。　〃Two　to　three　hundred
  thousand　in　ready　money；〃　bending　back　the　thumb　of　his　left　hand　with
  the　forefinger　of　his　right；　〃that's　one　item；　the　reversion　of　the
  villa　Mignon；　that's　another；　'tertio；'　Dumay's　property！〃　doubling
  down　his　middle　finger。　〃Ha！　little　Modeste　may　count　upon　her　six
  hundred　thousand　francs　as　soon　as　the　two　old　soldiers　have　got　their
  marching　orders　for　eternity。〃
  This　coarse　and　candid　statement；　intermingled　with　a　variety　of
  liqueurs；　sobered　Canalis　as　much　as　it　appeared　to　befuddle　Butscha。
  To　the　latter；　a　young　provincial；　such　a　fortune　must　of　course　seem
  colossal。　He　let　his　head　fall　into　the　palm　of　his　right　hand；　and
  putting　his　elbows　majestically　on　the　table；　blinked　his　eyes　and
  continued　talking　to　himself：
  〃In　twenty　years；　thanks　to　that　Code；　which　pillages　fortunes　under
  what　they　call　'Successions；'　an　heiress　worth　a　million　will　be　as
  rare　as　generosity　in　a　money…lender。　Suppose　Modeste　does　want　to
  spend　all　the　interest　of　her　own　money；well；　she　is　so　pretty；　so
  sweet　and　pretty；　why　she'syou　poets　are　always　after　metaphors
  she's　a　weasel　as　tricky　as　a　monkey。〃
  〃How　came　you　to　tell　me　she　had　six　millions？〃　said　Canalis　to　La
  Briere；　in　a　low　voice。
  〃My　friend；〃　said　Ernest；　〃I　do　assure　you　that　I　was　bound　to　silence
  by　an　oath；　perhaps；　even　now；　I　ought　not　to　say　as　much　as　that。〃
  〃Bound！　to　whom？〃
  〃To　Monsieur　Mignon。〃
  〃Ernest！　you　who　know　how　essential　fortune　is　to　me〃
  Butscha　snored。
  〃who　know　my　situation；　and　all　that　I　shall　lose　in　the　Duchesse　de
  Chaulieu；　by　this　attempt　at　marrying；　YOU　could　coldly　let　me　plunge
  into　such　a　thing　as　this？〃　exclaimed　Canalis；　turning　pale。　〃It　was　a
  question　of　friendship；　and　ours　was　a　compact　entered　into　long
  before　you　ever　saw　that　crafty　Mignon。〃
  〃My　dear　fellow；〃　said　Ernest；　〃I　love　Modeste　too　well　to〃
  〃Fool！　then　take　her；〃　cried　the　poet；　〃and　break　your　oath。〃
  〃Will　you　promise　me　on　your　word　of　honor　to　forget　what　I　now　tell
  you；　and　to　behave　to　me　as　though　this　confidence　had　never　been
  made；　whatever　happens？〃
  〃I'll　swear　that；　by　my　mother's　memory。〃
  〃Well　then；〃　said　La　Briere；　〃Monsieur　Mignon　told　me　in　Paris　that　he
  was　very　far　from　having　the　colossal　fortune　which　the　Mongenods　told
  me　about　and　which　I　mentioned　to　you。　The　colonel　intends　to　give　two
  hundred　thousand　francs　to　his　daughter。　And　now；　Melchior；　I　ask　you；
  was　the　father　really　distrustful　of　us；　as　you　thought；　or　was　he
  sincere？　It　is　not　for　me　to　answer　those　questions。　If　Modeste
  without　a　fortune　deigns　to　choose　me；　she　will　be　my　wife。〃
  〃A　blue…stocking！　educated　till　she　is　a　terror！　a　girl　who　has　read
  everything；　who　knows　everything；in　theory；〃　cried　Canalis；　hastily；
  noticing　La　Briere's　gesture；　〃a　spoiled　child；　brought　up　in　luxury
  in　her　childhood；　and　weaned　of　it　for　five　years。　Ah！　my　poor　friend；
  take　care　what　you　are　about。〃
  〃Ode　and　Code；〃　said　Butscha；　waking　up；　〃you　do　the　ode　and　I　the
  code；　there's　only　a　C's　difference　between　us。　Well；　now；　code　comes
  from　'coda；'　a　tail；mark　that　word！　See　here！　a　bit　of　good　advice
  is　worth　your　wine　and　your　cream　of　tea。　Father　Mignonhe's　cream；
  too；　the　cream　of　honest　menhe　is　going　with　his　daughter　on　this
  riding　party；　do　you　go　up　frankly　and　talk　'dot'　to　him。　He'll　answer
  plainly；　and　you'll　get　at　the　truth；　just　as　surely　as　I'm　drunk；　and
  you're　a　great　poet；but　no　matter　for　that；　we　are　to　leave　Havre
  together；　that's　settled；　isn't　it？　I'm　to　be　your　secretary　in　place
  of　that　little　fellow　who　sits　there　grinning　at　me　and　thinking　I'm
  drunk。　Come；　let's　go；　and　leave　him　to　marry　the　girl。〃
  Canalis　rose　to　leave　the　room　to　dress　for　the　excursion。
  〃Hush；　not　a　word；he　is　going　to　commit　suicide；〃　whispered　Butscha；
  sober　as　a　judge；　to　La　Briere　as　he　made　the　gesture　of　a　street　boy
  at　Canalis's　back。　〃Adieu；　my　chief！〃　he　shouted；　in　stentorian　tones；
  〃will　you　allow　me　to　take　a　snooze　in　that　kiosk　down　in　the　garden？〃
  〃Make　yourself　at　home；〃　answered　the　poet。
  Butscha；　pursued　by　the　laughter　of　the　three　servants　of　the
  establishment；　gained　the　kiosk　by　walking　over　the　flower…beds　and
  round　the　vases　with　the　perverse　grace　of　an　insect　describing　its
  interminable　zig…zags　as　it　tries　to　get　out　of　a　closed　window。　When
  he　had　clambered　into　the　kiosk；　and　the　servants　had　retired；　he　sat
  down　on　a　wooden　bench　and　wallowed　in　the　delights　of　his　triumph。　He
  had　completely　fooled　a　great　man；　he　had　not　only　torn　off　his　mask；
  but　he　had　made　him　untie　the　strings　himself；　and　he　laughed　like　an
  author　over　his　own　play；that　is　to　say；　with　a　true　sense　of　the
  immense　value　of　his　〃vis　comica。〃
  〃Men　are　tops！〃　he　cried；　〃you've　only　to　find　the　twine　to　wind　'em
  up　with。　But　I'm　like　my　fellows；〃　he　added；　presently。　〃I　should
  faint　away　if　any　one　came　and　said　to　me　'Mademoiselle　Modeste　has
  been　thrown　from　her　horse；　and　has　broken　her　leg。'〃
  CHAPTER　XXIV
  THE　POET　FEELS　THAT　HE　IS　LOVED　TOO　WELL
  An　hour　later；　Modeste；　charmingly　equipped　in　a　bottle…green
  cassimere　habit；　a　small　hat　with　a　green　veil；　buckskin　gloves；　and
  velvet　boots　which　met　the　lace　frills　of　her　drawers；　and　mounted　on
  an　elegantly　caparisoned　little　horse；　was　exhibiting　to　her　father
  and　the　Duc　d'Herouville　the　beautiful　present　she　had　just　received；
  she　was　evidently　delighted　with　an　attention　of　a　kind　that
  particularly　flatters　women。
  〃Did　it　come　from　you；　Monsieur　le　duc？〃　she　said；　holding　the
  sparkling　handle　toward　him。　〃There　was　a　card　with　it；　saying；　'Guess
  if　you　can；'　and　some　asterisks。　Francoise　and　Dumay　credit　Butscha
  with　this　charming　surprise；　but　my　dear　Butscha　is　not　rich　enough　to
  buy　such　rubies。　And　as　for　papa　（to　whom　I　said；　as　I　remember；　on
  Sunday　evening；　that　I　had　no　whip）；　he　sent　to　Rouen　for　this　one；〃
  pointing　to　a　whip　in　her　father's　hand；　with　a　top　like　a　cone　of
  turquoise；　a　fashion　then　in　vogue　which　has　since　become　vulgar。
  〃I　would　give　ten　years　of　my　old　age；　mademoiselle；　to　have　the　right
  to　offer　you　that　beautiful　jewel；〃　said　the　duke；　courteously。
  〃Ah；　here　comes　the　audacious　giver！〃　cried　Modeste；　as　Canalis　rode
  up。　〃It　is　only　a　poet　who　knows　where　to　find　such　choice　things。
  Monsieur；〃　she　said　to　Melchior；　〃my　father　will　scold　you；　and　say
  that　you　justify　those　who　accuse　you　of　extravagance。〃
  〃Oh！〃　exclaimed　Canalis；　with　apparent　simplicity；　〃so　that　is　why　La
  Briere　rode　at　full　gallop　from　Havre　to　Paris？〃
  〃Does　your　secretary　take　such　liberties？〃　said　Modeste；　turning　pale；
  and　throwing　the　whip　to　Francoise　with　an　impetuosity　that　expressed
  scorn。　〃Give　me　your　whip；　papa。〃
  〃Poor　Ernest；　who　lies　there　on　his　bed　half…dead　with　fatigue！〃　said
  Canalis；　overtaking　the　girl；　who　had　already　started　at　a　gallop。
  〃You　are　pitiless；　mademoiselle。　'I　have'　（the　poor　fellow　said　to　me）
  'only　this　one　chance　to　remain　in　her　memory。'〃
  〃And　should　you　think　well　of　a　woman　who　could　take　presents　from
  half　the　parish？〃　said　Modeste。
  She　was　surprised　to　receive　no　answer　to　this　inquiry；　and　attributed
  the　poet's　inattention　to　the　noise　of　the　horse's　feet。
  〃How　you　delight　in　tormenting　those　who　love　you；〃　said　the　duke。
  〃Your　nobility　of　soul　and　your　pride　are　so　inconsistent　with　your
  faults　that　I　begin　to　suspect　you　calumniate　yourself；　and　do　those
  naughty　things　on　purpose。〃
  〃Ah！　have　you　only　just　found　that　out；　Monsieur　le　duc？〃　she
  exclaimed；　laughing。　〃You　have　the　sagacity　of　a　husband。〃
  They　rode　half　a　mile　in　silence。　Modeste　was　a　good　deal　astonished
  not　to　receive　the　fire　of　the　poet's　eyes。　The　evening　before；　as　she
  was　pointing　out　to　him　an　admirable　effect　of　setting　sunlight　across
  the　water；　she　had　said；　remarking　his　inattention；　〃Well；　don't　you
  see　it？〃to　which　he　replied；　〃I　can　see　only　your　hand〃；　but　now　his
  admiration　for　the　beauties　of　nature　seemed　a　little　too　intense　to
  be　natural。
  〃Does　Monsie