“A man’s honor can’t be very delicate,” returned Brigitte, “when he tries to get out of a bargain; and this fashion of dangling a bit of sugar before us about getting your pamphlet finished, doesn’t please me at all.  Can’t you get Phellion to help you, and do without Theodose?  Or, I dare say, Madame de Godollo, who knows everybody in politics, could find you a journalist—­they say there are plenty of them out at elbows; a couple of hundred francs would do the thing.”

“But the secret would get into the papers,” said Thuillier.  “No, I must absolutely have Theodose; he knows that, and he makes these conditions.  After all, we did promise him Celeste, and it is only fulfilling the promise a year earlier—­what am I saying?—­a few months, a few weeks, possibly; for the king may dissolve the Chamber before any one expects it.”

“But suppose Celeste won’t have him?” objected Brigitte.

“Celeste!  Celeste, indeed!” ejaculated Thuillier; “she must have whomsoever we choose.  We ought to have thought of that when we made the engagement with la Peyrade; our word is passed now, you know.  Besides, if the child is allowed to choose between la Peyrade and Phellion—­”

“So you really think,” said the sceptical old maid, “that if Celeste decides for Phellion you can still count on la Peyrade’s devotion?”

“What else can I do?  Those are his conditions.  Besides, the fellow has calculated the whole thing; he knows very well that Felix will never bring himself in two weeks to please Celeste by going to confession, and unless he does, that little monkey will never accept him for a husband.  La Peyrade’s game is very clever.”

“Too clever,” said Brigitte.  “Well, settle the matter as you choose; I shall not meddle; all this manoeuvring is not to my taste.”

Thuillier went to see Madame Colleville, and intimated to her that she must inform Celeste of the designs upon her.

Celeste had never been officially authorized to indulge her sentiment for Felix Phellion.  Flavie, on the contrary, had once expressly forbidden her to encourage the hopes of the young professor; but as, on the part of Madame Thuillier, her godmother and her confidant, she knew she was sustained in her inclination, she had let herself gently follow it without thinking very seriously of the obstacles her choice might encounter.  When, therefore, she was ordered to choose at once between Felix and la Peyrade, the simple-hearted girl was at first only struck by the advantages of one half of the alternative, and she fancied she did herself a great service by agreeing to an arrangement which made her the mistress of her own choice and allowed her to bestow it as her heart desired.

But la Peyrade was not mistaken in his calculation when he reckoned that the religious intolerance of the young girl on one side, and the philosophical inflexibility of Phellion’s son on the other, would create an invincible obstacle to their coming together.