As soon as Godefroid gave his name, Frederic begged him to be seated;and as the banker opened the lid of his desk, Louis Mongenod and the lady, who was no other than Madame de la Chanterie, rose and went up to him.All three then moved into the embrasure of a window and talked in a low voice with Madame Mongenod, the mother, who was sitting there, and to whom all the affairs of the bank were confided.For over thirty years this woman had given, to her husband first and then to her sons, such proofs of business sagacity that she had long been a managing partner in the firm and signed for it.
Godefroid, as he looked about him, noticed on a shelf certain boxes ticketed with the words "De la Chanterie," and numbered 1 to 7.When the conference was ended by the banker saying to his brother, "Very good; go down to the cashier," Madame de la Chanterie turned round, saw Godefroid, checked a gesture of surprise, and asked a few questions of the banker in a low voice, to which he replied in a few words spoken equally in a whisper.
Madame de la Chanterie now wore gray silk stockings and small prunella shoes; her gown was the same as before, but she was wrapped in a Venetian "mantua,"--a sort of cloak which was just then returning into fashion.On her head was a drawn bonnet of green silk, lined with white silk, of a style called /a la bonne femme/.Her face was framed by a cloud of lace.She held herself very erect, in an attitude which bespoke, if not noble birth, certainly the habits of an aristocratic life.Without the extreme affability of her manner, she might have seemed haughty; she was certainly imposing.
"It is the will of Providence rather than mere chance that has brought us here together, monsieur," she said to Godefroid; "for I had almost decided to refuse a lodger whose ways of life seemed to me quite antipathetic to those of my household; but Monsieur Mongenod has just given me some information about your family which--""Ah, madame,--monsieur!" said Godefroid, addressing both Madame de la Chanterie and the banker, "I have no longer a family; and I have come here now to ask some financial advice of my father's business advisers as to the best method of adapting my means to a new way of life."Godefroid then succinctly, and in as few words as possible, related his history, and expressed his desire to change his existence.
"Formerly," he said, "a man in my position would have made himself a monk; but there are no longer any religious orders.""Go and live with madame, if she is willing to take you," said Frederic Mongenod, after exchanging a glance with Madame de la Chanterie, "and do not sell out your property; leave it in my hands.
Give me the exact amount of your debts; I will agree with your creditors for payment at certain dates, and you can have for yourself about a hundred and fifty francs a month.It will thus take two years to clear you.During those two years, if you take those quiet lodgings, you will have time to think of a career, especially among the persons with whom you will live, who are all good counsellors."Here Louis Mongenod returned, bringing in his hand a hundred notes of a thousand francs each, which he gave to Madame de la Chanterie.
Godefroid offered his arm to his future hostess, and took her down to the hackney-coach which was waiting for her.
"I hope I shall see you soon, monsieur," she said in a cordial tone of voice.
"At what hour shall you be at home, madame?" he asked.
"At two o'clock."
"I shall have time to sell my furniture," he said, as he bowed to her.