“My child,” said the religious Fanny, “nothing can excuse a woman for not conducting herself as the Church requires. She fails in her duty to God and to society by abjuring the gentle tenets of her sex. A woman commits a sin in even going to a theatre; but to write the impieties that actors repeat, to roam about the world, first with an enemy to the Pope, and then with a musician, ah! Calyste, you can never persuade me that such acts are deeds of faith, hope, or charity. Her fortune was given her by God to do good, and what good does she do with hers?”
Calyste sprang up suddenly, and looked at his mother.
“Mother,” he said, “Camille is my friend; I cannot hear her spoken of in this way; I would give my very life for her.”
“Your life!” said the baroness, looking at her son, with startled eyes. “Your life is our life, the life of all of us.”
“My nephew has just said many things I do not understand,” said the old woman, turning toward him.
“Where did he learn them?” said the mother; “at Les Touches.”
“Yes, my darling mother; she found me ignorant as a carp, and she has taught me.”
“You knew the essential things when you learned the duties taught us by religion,” replied the baroness. “Ah! this woman is fated to destroy your noble and sacred beliefs.”
The old maid rose, and solemnly stretched forth her hands toward her brother, who was dozing in his chair.
“Calyste,” she said, in a voice that came from her heart, “your father has never opened books, he speaks Breton, he fought for God and for the king. Educated people did the evil, educated noblemen deserted their land,--be educated if you choose!”
So saying, she sat down and began to knit with a rapidity which betrayed her inward emotion.
“My angel,” said the mother, weeping, “I foresee some evil coming down upon you in that house.”
“Who is making Fanny weep?” cried the old man, waking with a start at the sound of his wife’s voice. He looked round upon his sister, his son, and the baroness. “What is the matter?” he asked.
“Mamma,” said Calyste, whispering in his mother’s ear, “it is impossible for me to explain myself just now; but to-night you and I will talk of this. When you know all, you will bless Mademoiselle des Touches.”