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as he had been living the last year。 The luxury that surrounded

Mariette; the dinners; the suppers; the evenings in the side…scenes;

the animation of wits and journalists; the sort of racket that went on

around him; the delights that tickled both his senses and his vanity;

such a life; found only in Paris; and offering daily the charm of

some new thing; was now more than habit;it had become to Philippe as

much a necessity as his tobacco or his brandy。 He saw plainly that he

could not live without these continual enjoyments。 The idea of suicide

came into his head; not on account of the deficit which must soon be

discovered in his accounts; but because he could no longer live with

Mariette in the atmosphere of pleasure in which he had disported

himself for over a year。 Full of these gloomy thoughts; he entered for

the first time his brother's painting…room; where he found the painter

in a blue blouse; copying a picture for a dealer。



〃So that's how pictures are made;〃 said Philippe; by way of opening

the conversation。



〃No;〃 said Joseph; 〃that is how they are copied。〃



〃How much do they pay you for that?〃



〃Eh! never enough; two hundred and fifty francs。 But I study the

manner of the masters and learn a great deal; I found out the secrets

of their method。 There's one of my own pictures;〃 he added; pointing

with the end of his brush to a sketch with the colors still moist。



〃How much do you pocket in a year?〃



〃Unfortunately; I am known only to painters。 Schinner backs me; and he

has got me some work at the Chateau de Presles; where I am going in

October to do some arabesques; panels; and other decorations; for

which the Comte de Serizy; no doubt; will pay well。 With such trifles

and with orders from the dealers; I may manage to earn eighteen

hundred to two thousand francs a year over and above the working

expenses。 I shall send that picture to the next exhibition; if it hits

the public taste; my fortune is made。 My friends think well of it。〃



〃I don't know anything about such things;〃 said Philippe; in a subdued

voice which caused Joseph to turn and look at him。



〃What is the matter?〃 said the artist; seeing that his brother was

very pale。



〃I should like to know how long it would take you to paint my

portrait?〃



〃If I worked steadily; and the weather were clear; I could finish it

in three or four days。〃



〃That's too long; I have only one day to give you。 My poor mother

loves me so much that I wished to leave her my likeness。 We will say

no more about it。〃



〃Why! are you going away again?〃



〃I am going never to return;〃 replied Philippe with an air of forced

gayety。



〃Look here; Philippe; what is the matter? If it is anything serious; I

am a man and not a ninny。 I am accustomed to hard struggles; and if

discretion is needed; I have it。〃



〃Are you sure?〃



〃On my honor。〃



〃You will tell no one; no matter who?〃



〃No one。〃



〃Well; I am going to blow my brains out。〃



〃You!are you going to fight a duel?〃



〃I am going to kill myself。〃



〃Why?〃



〃I have taken eleven hundred francs from the funds in my hands; I have

got to send in my accounts to…morrow morning。 Half my security is

lost; our poor mother will be reduced to six hundred francs a year。

That would be nothing! I could make a fortune for her later; but I am

dishonored! I cannot live under dishonor〃



〃You will not be dishonored if it is paid back。 To be sure; you will

lose your place; and you will only have the five hundred francs a year

from your cross; but you can live on five hundred francs。〃



〃Farewell!〃 said Philippe; running rapidly downstairs; and not waiting

to hear another word。



Joseph left his studio and went down to breakfast with his mother; but

Philippe's confession had taken away his appetite。 He took Madame

Descoings aside and told her the terrible news。 The old woman made a

frightened exclamation; let fall the saucepan of milk she had in her

hand; and flung herself into a chair。 Agathe rushed in; from one

exclamation to another the mother gathered the fatal truth。



〃He! to fail in honor! the son of Bridau to take the money that was

trusted to him!〃



The widow trembled in every limb; her eyes dilated and then grew

fixed; she sat down and burst into tears。



〃Where is he?〃 she cried amid the sobs。 〃Perhaps he has flung himself

into the Seine。〃



〃You must not give up all hope;〃 said Madame Descoings; 〃because a

poor lad has met with a bad woman who has led him to do wrong。 Dear

me! we see that every day。 Philippe has had such misfortunes! he has

had so little chance to be happy and loved that we ought not to be

surprised at his passion for that creature。 All passions lead to

excess。 My own life is not without reproach of that kind; and yet I

call myself an honest woman。 A single fault is not vice; and after

all; it is only those who do nothing that are never deceived。〃



Agathe's despair overcame her so much that Joseph and the Descoings

were obliged to lessen Philippe's wrong…doings by assuring her that

such things happened in all families。



〃But he is twenty…eight years old;〃 cried Agathe; 〃he is no longer a

child。〃



Terrible revelation of the inward thought of the poor woman on the

conduct of her son。



〃Mother; I assure you he thought only of your sufferings and of the

wrong he had done you;〃 said Joseph。



〃Oh; my God! let him come back to me; let him live; and I will forgive

all;〃 cried the poor mother; to whose mind a horrible vision of

Philippe dragged dead out of the river presented itself。



Gloomy silence reigned for a short time。 The day went by with cruel

alternations of hope and fear; all three ran to the window at the

least sound; and gave way to every sort of conjecture。 While the

family were thus grieving; Philippe was quietly getting matters in

order at his office。 He had the audacity to give in his accounts with

a statement that; fearing some accident; he had retained eleven

hundred francs at his own house for safe keeping。 The scoundrel left

the office at five o'clock; taking five hundred francs more from the

desk; and coolly went to a gambling…house; which he had not entered

since his connection with the paper; for he knew very well that a

cashier must not be seen to frequent such a place。 The fellow was not

wanting in acumen。 His past conduct proved that he derived more from

his grandfather Rouget than from his virtuous sire; Bridau。 Perhaps he

might have made a good general; but in private life; he was one of

those utter scoundrels who shelter their schemes and their evil

actions behind a screen of strict legality; and the privacy of the

family roof。



At this conjuncture Philippe maintained his coolness。 He won at first;

and gained as much as six thousand francs; but he let himself be

dazzled by the idea of getting out of his difficulties at one stroke。

He left the trente…et…quarante; hearing that the black had come up

sixteen times at the roulette table; and was about to put five

thousand francs on the red; when the black came up for the seventeenth

time。 The colonel then put a thousand francs on the black and won。 In

spite of this remarkable piece of luck; his head grew weary; he felt

it; though he continued to play。 But that divining sense which leads a

gambler; and which comes in flashes; was already failing him。

Intermittent perceptions; so fatal to all gamblers; set in。 Lucidity

of mind; like the rays of the sun; can have no effect except by the

continuity of a direct line; it can divine only on condition of not

breaking that line; the curvettings of chance bemuddle it。 Philippe

lost all。 After such a strain; the careless mind as well as the

bravest weakens。 When Philippe went home that night he was not

thinking of suicide; for he had never really meant to kill himself; he

no longer thought of his lost place; nor of the sacrificed security;

nor of h

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