“Yes,” continued Cerizet, “remembering the business-like manner in which you managed the affair of this house in which you do me the honor to receive me, I thought I could not do better than to call your attention to a matter of the same kind which I have just now in hand.  But I shall not do as la Peyrade did,—­make a bargain for the hand of your goddaughter, and profess great friendship and devotion to you personally.  This is purely business, and I expect to make my profit out of it.  Now, as I still desire to become the principal tenant of this house,—­the letting of which must be a care and a disappointment to mademoiselle, for I saw as I came along that the shops were still unrented,—­I think that this lease to me, if you will make it, might be reckoned in to my share of the profits.  You see, monsieur, that the object of my visit has nothing to do with the newspaper.”

“What is this new affair?” said Brigitte; “that’s the first thing to know.”

“It relates to a farm in Beauce, which has just been sold for a song, and it is placed in my hands to resell, at an advance, but a small one; you could really buy it, as the saying is, for a bit of bread.”

And Cerizet went on to explain the whole mechanism of the affair, which we need not relate here, as no one but Brigitte would take any interest in it.  The statement was clear and precise, and it took close hold on the old maid’s mind.  Even Thuillier himself, in spite of his inward distrust, was obliged to own that the affair had all the appearance of a good speculation.

“Only,” said Brigitte, “we must first see the farm ourselves.”

This, the reader will remember, was her answer to la Peyrade when he first proposed the purchase of the house at the Madeleine.

“Nothing is easier than that,” said Cerizet.  “I myself want to see it, and I have been intending to make a little excursion there.  If you like, I’ll be at your door this afternoon with a post-chaise, and to-morrow morning, very early, we can examine the farm, breakfast at some inn near by, and be back in time for dinner.”

“A post-chaise!” said Brigitte, “that’s very lordly; why not take the diligence?”

“Diligences are so uncertain,” replied Cerizet; “you never know at what time they will get to a place.  But you need not think about the expense, for I should otherwise go alone, and I am only too happy to offer you two seats in my carriage.”

To misers, small gains are often determining causes in great matters; after a little resistance “pro forma,” Brigitte ended by accepting the proposal, and three hours later the trio were on the road to Chartres, Cerizet having advised Thuillier not to let la Peyrade know of his absence, lest he might take some unfair advantage of it.

The next day, by five o’clock, the party had returned, and the brother and sister, who kept their opinions to themselves in presence of Cerizet, were both agreed that the purchase was a good one.  They had found the soil of the best quality, the buildings in perfect repair, the cattle looked sound and healthy; in short, this idea of becoming the mistress of rural property seemed to Brigitte the final consecration of opulence.