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of Russia, that of the Prussian

Eagle, and nearly all the lesser Orders of the courts of Europe. No

man was less obvious, or more useful in the political world than he.

It is easy to understand that the world's honor, the fuss and feathers

of public favor, the glories of success were indifferent to a man of

this stamp; but no one, unless a priest, ever comes to life of this

kind without some serious underlying reason. His conduct had its

cause, and a cruel one.



In love with his wife before he married her, this passion had lasted

through all the secret unhappiness of his marriage with a widow,--a

woman mistress of herself before as well as after her second marriage,

and who used her liberty all the more freely because her husband

treated her with the indulgence of a mother for a spoilt child. His

constant toil served him as shield and buckler against pangs of heart

which he silenced with the care that diplomatists give to the keeping

of secrets. He knew, moreover, how ridiculous was jealousy in the eyes

of a society that would never have believed in the conjugal passion of

an old statesman. How happened it that from the earliest days of his

marriage his wife so fascinated him? Why did he suffer without

resistance? How was it that he dared not resist? Why did he let the

years go by and still hope on? By what means did this young and pretty

and clever woman hold him in bondage?



The answer to all these questions would require a long history, which

would injure our present tale. Let us only remark here that the

constant toil and grief of the count had unfortunately contributed not

a little to deprive him of personal advantages very necessary to a man

who attempts to struggle against dangerous comparisons. In fact, the

most cruel of the count's secret sorrows was that of causing

repugnance to his wife by a malady of the skin resulting solely from

excessive labor. Kind, and always considerate of the countess, he

allowed her to be mistress of herself and her home. She received all

Paris; she went into the country; she returned from it precisely as

though she were still a widow. He took care of her fortune and

supplied her luxury as a steward might have done. The countess had the

utmost respect for her husband. She even admired his turn of mind; she

knew how to make him happy by approbation; she could do what she

pleased with him by simply going to his study and talking for an hour

with him. Like the great seigneurs of the olden time, the count

protected his wife so loyally that a single word of disrespect said of

her would have been to him an unpardonable injury. The world admired

him for this; and Madame de Serizy owed much to it. Any other woman,

even though she came of a family as distinguished as the Ronquerolles,

might have found herself degraded in public opinion. The countess was

ungrateful, but she mingled a charm with her ingratitude. From time to

time she shed a balm upon the wounds of her husband's heart.



Let us now explain the meaning of this sudden journey, and the

incognito maintained by a minister of State.



A rich farmer of Beaumont-sur-Oise, named Leger, leased and cultivated

a farm, the fields of which projected into and greatly injured the

magnificent estate of the Comte de Serizy, called Presles. This farm

belonged to a burgher of Beaumont-sur-Oise, named Margueron. The lease

made to Leger in 1799, at a time when the great advance of agriculture

was not foreseen, was about to expire, and the owner of the farm

refused all offers from Leger to renew the lease. For some time past,

Monsieur de Serizy, wishing to rid himself of the annoyances and petty

disputes caused by the inclosure of these fields within his land, had

desired to buy the farm, having heard that Monsieur Margueron's chief

ambition was to have his only son, then a mere tax-gatherer, made

special collector of finances at Beaumont. The farmer, who knew he

could
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