To mislead Vaudrey was not a very difficult task.  Sulpice was literally blinded by this love.—­For a moment, he had been aroused by Jouvenet’s intimation that his secret was known to others.  For a while he seemed to have kept himself away from Marianne; but after taking new precautions, he returned trembling with ardent passion to Mademoiselle Vanda’s hotel, where his mistress’s kiss, a little languid, awaited him.

Months passed thus, the entire summer, the vacation of the Chamber, the dull season in Paris.  Adrienne set out for Dauphiny, where Vaudrey was to preside over the Conseil-General, and she felt a childish delight on finding herself once more in the old house at Grenoble, where she had formerly been so happy!  Yet even beneath this roof, within these walls, the mute witnesses of his virtuous love, especially when alone, Vaudrey thought of Marianne, he had but one idea, that of seeing her again, of clasping her in his arms, and he wrote her passionate letters each day, which she hardly glanced over and with a shrug of her shoulders burned as of no importance.

In the depths of his province he grew weary of the continual bustle of fetes, receptions held in his honor, addresses delivered by him, ceremonies over which he had to preside, deputations received, statues inaugurated.  Statues! always statues!  In the lesser towns, at Allevard or Marestel, he was dragged from the mairie to the Grande Place, between rows of firemen, in noisy processions, whose accompanying brass instruments split his ears, under pink-striped tents, draped with tricolor flags, before interminable files of gymnastic societies, glee clubs, corporate bodies, associations, Friends of Peace, or Friends of War societies!  Then wandering harangues; commonplace remarks, spun out; addresses, sprinkled with Latin by professors of rhetoric; declarations of political faith by eloquent municipal councillors, all delighted to grab at a minister when the opportunity offered.  How many such harangues Vaudrey heard!  More than in the Chamber.  More thickly they came, more compressed, more severe than in the Chamber.  What advice, political considerations and remonstrances winding up with demands for offices!  What cantatas that begged for subsidies!  Everywhere demands:  demands for subsidies, demands for grants, demands for help, demands for decorations!  Nothing but harass, enervation, lassitude, deafening clamor.  They wished to kill him with their shouts:  Vive Vaudrey!

The Prefect and the Commandant General of the division were constantly on guard about Vaudrey, who was dragged about in torture between these two coat-embroidered officers.  From the lips of the prefect, Vaudrey heard the same commonplace utterances:  progress, the future, the fusion of parties and interests, the greatness of the department, the cotton trade and the tanneries, the glory of the minister who—­of the minister whom—­of the glorious child of the country—­of the eagle of Dauphiny.