Some days after their marriage, the mother of Clemence, who passed in society for her godmother, told Jules Desmarets to buy the office and good-will of a broker, promising to provide him with the necessary capital.  In those days, such offices could still be bought at a modest price.  That evening, in the salon as it happened of his patron, a wealthy capitalist proposed, on the recommendation of the mother, a very advantageous transaction for Jules Desmarets, and the next day the happy clerk was able to buy out his patron.  In four years Desmarets became one of the most prosperous men in his business; new clients increased the number his predecessor had left to him; he inspired confidence in all; and it was impossible for him not to feel, by the way business came to him, that some hidden influence, due to his mother-in-law, or to Providence, was secretly protecting him.

At the end of the third year Clemence lost her godmother.  By that time Monsieur Jules (so called to distinguish him from an elder brother, whom he had set up as a notary in Paris) possessed an income from invested property of two hundred thousand francs.  There was not in all Paris another instance of the domestic happiness enjoyed by this couple.  For five years their exceptional love had been troubled by only one event,—­a calumny for which Monsieur Jules exacted vengeance.  One of his former comrades attributed to Madame Jules the fortune of her husband, explaining that it came from a high protection dearly paid for.  The man who uttered the calumny was killed in the duel that followed it.

The profound passion of this couple, which survived marriage, obtained a great success in society, though some women were annoyed by it.  The charming household was respected; everybody feted it.  Monsieur and Madame Jules were sincerely liked, perhaps because there is nothing more delightful to see than happy people; but they never stayed long at any festivity.  They slipped away early, as impatient to regain their nest as wandering pigeons.  This nest was a large and beautiful mansion in the rue de Menars, where a true feeling for art tempered the luxury which the financial world continues, traditionally, to display.  Here the happy pair received their society magnificently, although the obligations of social life suited them but little.

Nevertheless, Jules submitted to the demands of the world, knowing that, sooner or later, a family has need of it; but he and his wife felt themselves, in its midst, like green-house plants in a tempest.  With a delicacy that was very natural, Jules had concealed from his wife the calumny and the death of the calumniator.  Madame Jules, herself, was inclined, through her sensitive and artistic nature, to desire luxury.  In spite of the terrible lesson of the duel, some imprudent women whispered to each other that Madame Jules must sometimes be pressed for money.  They often found her more elegantly dressed in her own home than when she went into society.  She loved to adorn herself to please her husband, wishing to show him that to her he was more than any social life.  A true love, a pure love, above all, a happy love!  Jules, always a lover, and more in love as time went by, was happy in all things beside his wife, even in her caprices; in fact, he would have been uneasy if she had none, thinking it a symptom of some illness.