In the first place,the sneerers of Paris did not see without malicious smiles and words the pictures with which the former quartermaster adorned his handsome mansion.Works of art purchased the night before were said to be spoils from Spain;and this accusation was the revenge of those who were jealous of his present fortune.
Juana comprehended this reproach,and by her advice Diard sent back to Tarragona all the pictures he had brought from there.But the public,determined to see things in the worst light,only said,"That Diard is shrewd;he has sold his pictures."Worthy people continued to think that those which remained in the Diard salons were not honorably acquired.Some jealous women asked how it was that a DIARD!had been able to marry so rich and beautiful a young girl.Hence comments and satires without end,such as Paris contributes.And yet,it must be said,that Juana met on all sides the respect inspired by her pure and religious life,which triumphed over everything,even Parisian calumny;but this respect stopped short with her,her husband received none of it.Juana's feminine perception and her keen eye hovering over her salons,brought her nothing but pain.
This lack of esteem was perfectly natural.Diard's comrades,in spite of the virtues which our imaginations attribute to soldiers,never forgave the former quartermaster of the 6th of the line for becoming suddenly so rich and for attempting to cut a figure in Paris.Now in Paris,from the last house in the faubourg Saint-Germain to the last in the rue Saint-Lazare,between the heights of the Luxembourg and the heights of Montmartre,all that clothes itself and gabbles,clothes itself to go out and goes out to gabble.All that world of great and small pretensions,that world of insolence and humble desires,of envy and cringing,all that is gilded or tarnished,young or old,noble of yesterday or noble from the fourth century,all that sneers at a parvenu,all that fears to commit itself,all that wants to demolish power and worships power if it resists,--ALL those ears hear,ALLthose tongues say,ALL those minds know,in a single evening,where the new-comer who aspires to honor among them was born and brought up,and what that interloper has done,or has not done,in the course of his life.There may be no court of assizes for the upper classes of society;but at any rate they have the most cruel of public prosecutors,an intangible moral being,both judge and executioner,who accuses and brands.Do not hope to hide anything from him;tell him all yourself;he wants to know all and he will know all.Do not ask what mysterious telegraph it was which conveyed to him in the twinkling of an eye,at any hour,in any place,that story,that bit of news,that scandal;do not ask what prompts him.That telegraph is a social mystery;no observer can report its effects.Of many extraordinary instances thereof,one may suffice:The assassination of the Duc de Berry,which occurred at the Opera-house,was related within ten minutes in the Ile-Saint-Louis.Thus the opinion of the 6th of the line as to its quartermaster filtered through society the night on which he gave his first ball.
Diard was therefore debarred from succeeding in society.Henceforth his wife alone had the power to make anything of him.Miracle of our strange civilization!In Paris,if a man is incapable of being anything himself,his wife,when she is young and clever,may give him other chances for elevation.We sometimes meet with invalid women,feeble beings apparently,who,without rising from sofas or leaving their chambers,have ruled society,moved a thousand springs,and placed their husbands where their ambition or their vanity prompted.
But Juana,whose childhood was passed in her retreat in Tarragona,knew nothing of the vices,the meannesses,or the resources of Parisian society;she looked at that society with the curiosity of a girl,but she learned from it only that which her sorrow and her wounded pride revealed to her.
Juana had the tact of a virgin heart which receives impressions in advance of the event,after the manner of what are called "sensitives."The solitary young girl,so suddenly become a woman and a wife,saw plainly that were she to attempt to compel society to respect her husband,it must be after the manner of Spanish beggars,carbine in hand.Besides,the multiplicity of the precautions she would have to take,would they meet the necessity?Suddenly she divined society as,once before,she had divined life,and she saw nothing around her but the immense extent of an irreparable disaster.
She had,moreover,the additional grief of tardily recognizing her husband's peculiar form of incapacity;he was a man unfitted for any purpose that required continuity of ideas.He could not understand a consistent part,such as he ought to play in the world;he perceived it neither as a whole nor in its gradations,and its gradations were everything.He was in one of those positions where shrewdness and tact might have taken the place of strength;when shrewdness and tact succeed,they are,perhaps,the highest form of strength.
Now Diard,far from arresting the spot of oil on his garments left by his antecedents,did his best to spread it.Incapable of studying the phase of the empire in the midst of which he came to live in Paris,he wanted to be made prefect.At that time every one believed in the genius of Napoleon;his favor enhanced the value of all offices.