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marrying　La　Cognette；　a　cook　in　a　good　family。　The　suburb　of　Rome

still　continues；　like　Italy　and　Poland；　to　follow　the　Latin　custom　of

putting　a　feminine　termination　to　the　husband's　name　and　giving　it　to

the　wife。



By　uniting　their　savings　Pere　Cognet　and　his　spouse　had　managed　to　buy

their　present　house。　La　Cognette；　a　woman　of　forty；　tall　and　plump；

with　the　nose　of　a　Roxelane；　a　swarthy　skin；　jet…black　hair；　brown

eyes　that　were　round　and　lively；　and　a　general　air　of　mirth　and

intelligence；　was　selected　by　Maxence　Gilet；　on　account　of　her

character　and　her　talent　for　cookery；　as　the　Leonarde　of　the　Order。

Pere　Cognet　might　be　about　fifty…six　years　old；　he　was　thick…set；　very

much　under　his　wife's　rule；　and；　according　to　a　witticism　which　she

was　fond　of　repeating；　he　only　saw　things　with　a　good　eyefor　he　was

blind　of　the　other。　In　the　course　of　seven　years；　that　is；　from　1816

to　1823；　neither　wife　nor　husband　had　betrayed　what　went　on　nightly　at

their　house；　or　who　they　were　that　shared　in　the　plot；　they　felt　the

liveliest　regard　for　the　Knights；　their　devotion　was　absolute。　But

this　may　seem　less　creditable　if　we　remember　that　self…interest　was

the　security　of　their　affection　and　their　silence。　No　matter　at　what

hour　of　the　night　the　Knights　dropped　in　upon　the　tavern；　the　moment

they　knocked　in　a　certain　way　Pere　Cognet；　recognizing　the　signal；　got

up；　lit　the　fire　and　the　candles；　opened　the　door；　and　went　to　the

cellar　for　a　particular　wine　that　was　laid　in　expressly　for　the　Order；

while　La　Cognette　cooked　an　excellent　supper；　eaten　either　before　or

after　the　expeditions；　which　were　usually　planned　the　previous　evening

or　in　the　course　of　the　preceding　day。







CHAPTER　VIII



While　Joseph　and　Madame　Bridau　were　journeying　from　Orleans　to

Issoudun；　the　Knights　of　Idleness　perpetrated　one　of　their　best

tricks。　An　old　Spaniard；　a　former　prisoner　of　war；　who　after　the　peace

had　remained　in　the　neighborhood；　where　he　did　a　small　business　in

grain；　came　early　one　morning　to　market；　leaving　his　empty　cart　at　the

foot　of　the　tower　of　Issoudun。　Maxence；　who　arrived　at　a　rendezvous　of

the　Knights；　appointed　on　that　occasion　at　the　foot　of　the　tower；　was

soon　assailed　with　the　whispered　question；　〃What　are　we　to　do　to…

night？〃



〃Here's　Pere　Fario's　cart；〃　he　answered。　〃I　nearly　cracked　my　shins

over　it。　Let　us　get　it　up　on　the　embankment　of　the　tower　in　the　first

place；　and　we'll　make　up　our　minds　afterwards。〃



When　Richard　Coeur…de…Lion　built　the　tower　of　Issoudun　he　raised　it；

as　we　have　said；　on　the　ruins　of　the　basilica；　which　itself　stood

above　the　Roman　temple　and　the　Celtic　Dun。　These　ruins；　each　of　which

represents　a　period　of　several　centuries；　form　a　mound　big　with　the

monuments　of　three　distinct　ages。　The　tower　is；　therefore；　the　apex　of

a　cone；　from　which　the　descent　is　equally　steep　on　all　sides；　and

which　is　only　approached　by　a　series　of　steps。　To　give　in　a　few　words

an　idea　of　the　height　of　this　tower；　we　may　compare　it　to　the　obelisk

of　Luxor　on　its　pedestal。　The　pedestal　of　the　tower　of　Issoudun；　which

hid　within　its　breast　such　archaeological　treasures；　was　eighty　feet

high　on　the　side　towards　the　town。　In　an　hour　the　cart　was　taken　off

its　wheels　and　hoisted；　piece　by　piece；　to　the　top　of　the　embankment

at　the　foot　of　the　tower　itself；a　work　that　was　somewhat　like　that

of　the　soldiers　who　carried　the　artillery　over　the　pass　of　the　Grand

Saint…Bernard。　The　cart　was　then　remounted　on　its　wheels；　and　the

Knights；　by　this　time　hungry　and　thirsty；　returned　to　Mere　Cognette's；

where　they　were　soon　seated　round　the　table　in　the　low　room；　laughing

at　the　grimaces　Fario　would　make　when　he　came　after　his　barrow　in　the

morning。



The　Knights；　naturally；　did　not　play　such　capers　every　night。　The

genius　of　Sganarelle；　Mascarille；　and　Scapin　combined　would　not　have

sufficed　to　invent　three　hundred　and　sixty…five　pieces　of　mischief　a

year。　In　the　first　place；　circumstances　were　not　always　propitious：

sometimes　the　moon　shone　clear；　or　the　last　prank　had　greatly

irritated　their　betters；　then　one　or　another　of　their　number　refused

to　share　in　some　proposed　outrage　because　a　relation　was　involved。　But

if　the　scamps　were　not　at　Mere　Cognette's　every　night；　they　always　met

during　the　day；　enjoying　together　the　legitimate　pleasures　of　hunting；

or　the　autumn　vintages　and　the　winter　skating。　Among　this　assemblage

of　twenty　youths；　all　of　them　at　war　with　the　social　somnolence　of　the

place；　there　are　some　who　were　more　closely　allied　than　others　to　Max；

and　who　made　him　their　idol。　A　character　like　his　often　fascinates

other　youths。　The　two　grandsons　of　Madame　HochonFrancois　Hochon　and

Baruch　Bornichewere　his　henchmen。　These　young　fellows；　accepting　the

general　opinion　of　the　left…handed　parentage　of　Lousteau；　looked　upon

Max　as　their　cousin。　Max；　moreover；　was　liberal　in　lending　them　money

for　their　pleasures；　which　their　grandfather　Hochon　refused；　he　took

them　hunting；　let　them　see　life；　and　exercised　a　much　greater

influence　over　them　than　their　own　family。　They　were　both　orphans；　and

were　kept；　although　each　had　attained　his　majority；　under　the

guardianship　of　Monsieur　Hochon；　for　reasons　which　will　be　explained

when　Monsieur　Hochon　himself　comes　upon　the　scene。



At　this　particular　moment　Francois　and　Baruch　（we　will　call　them　by

their　Christian　names　for　the　sake　of　clearness）　were　sitting；　one　on

each　side　of　Max；　at　the　middle　of　a　table　that　was　rather　ill　lighted

by　the　fuliginous　gleams　of　four　tallow　candles　of　eight　to　the　pound。

A　dozen　to　fifteen　bottles　of　various　wines　had　just　been　drunk；　for

only　eleven　of　the　Knights　were　present。　Baruchwhose　name　indicates

pretty　clearly　that　Calvinism　still　kept　some　hold　on　Issoudunsaid

to　Max；　as　the　wine　was　beginning　to　unloose　all　tongues；



〃You　are　threatened　in　your　stronghold。〃



〃What　do　you　mean　by　that？〃　asked　Max。



〃Why；　my　grandmother　has　had　a　letter　from　Madame　Bridau；　who　is　her

goddaughter；　saying　that　she　and　her　son　are　coming　here。　My

grandmother　has　been　getting　two　rooms　ready　for　them。〃



〃What's　that　to　me？〃　said　Max；　taking　up　his　glass　and　swallowing　the

contents　at　a　gulp　with　a　comic　gesture。



Max　was　then　thirty…four　years　old。　A　candle　standing　near　him　threw　a

gleam　upon　his　soldierly　face；　lit　up　his　brow；　and　brought　out

admirably　his　clear　skin；　his　ardent　eyes；　his　black　and　slightly

curling　hair；　which　had　the　brilliancy　of　jet。　The　hair　grew

vigorously　upward　from　the　forehead　and　temples；　sharply　defining

those　five　black　tongues　which　our　ancestors　used　to　call　the　〃five

points。〃　Notwithstanding　this　abrupt　contrast　of　black　and　white；

Max's　face　was　very　sweet；　owing　its　charm　to　an　outline　like　that

which　Raphael　gave　to　the　faces　of　his　Madonnas；　and　to　a　well…cut

mouth　whose　lips　smiled　graciously；　giving　an　expression　of

countenance　which　Max　had　made　distinctively　his　own。　The　rich

coloring　which　blooms　on　a　Berrichon　cheek　added　still　further　to　his

look　of　kindly　good…humor。　When　he　laughed　heartily；　he　showed　thirty…

two　teeth　worthy　of　the　mouth　of　a　pretty　woman。　In　height　about　five

feet　six　inches；　the　young　man　was　admirably　well…proportioned；

neither　too　stout　nor　yet　too　thin。　His　hands；　carefully　kept；　were

white　and　rather　handsome；　but　his　feet　recalled　the　suburb　and　the

foot…soldier　of　the　Empire。　Max　would　certainly　have　made　a　good

general　of　division；　he　had　shoulders　that　were　worth　a　fortune　to　a

marshal　of　France；　and　a　breast　broad　enough　to　wear　all　the　orders　of

Europe。　Every　movement　betrayed　intelligence；　born　with　grace　and

charm；　like　nearly　all　the　children　of　love；　the　noble　blood　of　his

real　father　came　out　in　him。



〃Don't　you　know；　Max；〃　cried　the　son　of　a　former　surgeon…major　named

Goddetnow　the　best　doctor　in　the　townfrom　the　other　end　of　the

table；　〃that　Madame　Hochon's　goddaughter　is　the　sister　of　Rouget？　If