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"What youths! What noble youths!" cried honest Martin, with tears in his eyes.

Seeing that he could not approach the garden from the side of the Rue de Rivoli, he went round to the Place de la Concorde. Just as he arrived at the quay, a small half-hidden gate in the wall opened before him, from which issued an old man, wearing a blue blouse, leaning on the arm of another man scarcely less aged than himself.

"Monsieur Martin," said he, "help me, I pray you, to get into this cab."

"Who are you? I do not recollect you," said the astonished rustic.

"An hour ago I was King of the French," replied the old man.

"Ah! sire," cried Martin, preoccupied by the one idea, "the Vienna is not yet navigable."

"It is true: I failed to keep my promise, and I am cruelly punished."

The cab drove rapidly away, while Martin remained fixed to the spot, unable to comprehend the meaning of this royal apparition. He was, however, soon roused from his revery by a noisy crowd that issued from the little gate.

"The brigand has escaped us," cried they.

"We will have him before he gets far."

"So much the better."

"Unfortunate king! deluded people!" murmured the countryman; and he took the road to the Capelette, where he lived in solitude. His mind became more and more wavering. Having no one with whom to engage in discussion, he had contracted the habit of controverting his ideas himself, and the consequence was, that he had become a skeptic in every thing. This was the reason why he had brought up his son as he had done, or, rather, the reason why he had not brought him up at all.

On the evening of the day on which he left home, Eusebe arrived at the railroad-depot. He approached the ticket-office, and said to the agent,--

"I want to go to Paris."

"Which class car do you wish, sir?"

"The best."

"Fifty-four francs," replied the agent.

Eusebe handed him three louis, and received six francs in return.

"There," thought Eusebe, "is a clever fellow: it did not take him a minute to tell how much was coming to me."

"And now," he asked, "could you tell me, sir, where I will find the carriage?"

"The train, you mean."

"I don't know. Is that the name of the vehicle that is to transport me to Paris?" asked Eusebe, timidly.

"Vehicle!" cried the man. "What do you call a vehicle? Your jesting is ill timed, sir. Here is your car: another time try to be a little more polite."

"This man," said Eusebe to himself, "is not so clever, after all: he is a fool,--an ignoramus!"

When he awoke, he had passed Orleans. His eyes, half open, glanced at the country, and a cry of admiration escaped him.

"Oh, what splendid farms! what beautiful fields!" cried he: "how admirably the land is cultivated! what care, what labor, is bestowed on it! My father was right: civilization has not penetrated into the departments of the interior. Fifteen hours ago, I left the Capelette. What a difference! Why is the soil so fertile here and so sterile with us? The soil is the same, but the cultivation is not. Here there are no immense forests, no uncultivated fields: the country is as populous as our cities. Laborers abound, and agricultural implements are brought to the highest state of perfection. What abundance! what riches! Everybody seems to be happy and contented. How beautiful and grand all this is!"

At the moment he made these reflections, the train began to slacken its speed. They approached a station. Eusebe watched attentively the groups of people who were waiting behind a barrier for the train to pass, in order that they might, in their turn, pass also. The noise of the locomotive frightened a cart-horse tied to a post near by. The poor animal, trembling with fear, snorted and reared up on his hind legs, when a man, armed with a whip, came out of an inn and began to strike the beast with all his might. The more he struck, the more the horse reared and pranced. Finally, breaking his halter, the animal sprang furiously against the barrier, which he struck with his head and fell dead. The man cursed like a carter, which he was.

"Surely," said Eusebe to himself, "this is a very bad business. The fault is the man's, and not the beast's. If the man had not left the horse, the horse would not have been frightened. If the horse had not been frightened, the man would not have struck him; and if the man had not struck the horse, the animal would not be dead. This man is perhaps a savage, recently arrived among civilized people. That, however, I think scarcely probable, since he speaks with tolerable correctness. Is my father right in saying that extremes touch, and that the last word of civilization is perhaps the first of barbarism?"

"Upon my word," said one of them, "the winter is already setting in: this northwest wind is any thing but agreeable. What do you say to taking a puff? It will give us an appetite."

On hearing these words, Eusebe was a prey to the most lively curiosity. The singular costume of his travelling-companions made him suspect he had in them two subjects for study, coming from some distant clime. To judge from their furs, they must have first seen the light at Moscow. On hearing them talk about "taking a puff," he expected to see something new and extraordinary, and prepared himself to be all eyes and ears, in order to become acquainted with the customs of the strangers whom chance had thrown in his way.

To the great disappointment of the young man, the traveller took some cigars out of his pocket and lighted one, after having offered them to his companion and then to Eusebe, who had refused.

"You do not smoke, young man?"

"No, sir."

"Bah! How old are you, then?"

"Twenty-one."

"Twenty-one years old, and you do not smoke! Where the devil do you come from, my young friend?"

"I come from the Capelette, a domain near Saint-Brice, in Limousin; I am going to Paris to see the world; and I cannot be your friend, since I never met you until this morning."

"Do not get angry, young man. It was not my intention to be rude."

"I know that," said Eusebe. "On the contrary, you offered me your rolls of tobacco, for which I am obliged."

"Ah! you are from Monsieur de Pourceaugnac's neighborhood," said the other, who until now had remained silent.

"I do not know the gentleman," replied Eusebe: "my father and I live a very retired life."

"Na?ve, upon my word!" cried the smoker. "He ought to be framed. What, young man! you do not know the gayest of Moli?re's heroes?"

"I have never been away from the Capelette, sir, and my condition does not allow me to become acquainted with heroes. I do not even know where Moli?re is situated."

The two travellers burst into a hearty laugh.

"Gentlemen," said Eusebe, when the hilarity of his neighbors had ceased, "you amuse yourselves at my expense, because I am ignorant, which, I think, is any thing but kind of you. You indiscreetly questioned me; I answered: I might have remained silent. Recollect, I beg of you, that you meddled with my affairs, and that I have not concerned myself about yours. I have not asked you whence you come, where you are going, or who you are. When you laughed at me, I might have thrown you out of the window; but I did not do it, and you ought to be thankful."

"Out of the window! Not so fast, my dear sir."

"I could certainly have done it," said Eusebe, with simplicity.

"And is that all you travel for?" asked Eusebe.

"What an idea! We are travelling clerks: we represent two of the first houses in Paris."

"However great my simplicity may be," replied Eusebe, "I think there are no first houses in Paris, and, what is more, that there can be none, since the first on arriving from the north are the last when one comes from the south."

They arrived at Paris, and Martin, junior, got out of the car.

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