“Of course the king cannot blame you for merely knowing an Opposition deputy.”
“No; but last night, in your salon, you seemed to imply that my wife was much interested in him. I did not wish to contradict you before witnesses; besides, really, one can’t repudiate a man to whom we are under a great obligation. But my wife, ever since the day he was nominated, feels that our gratitude has become a burden. She was saying to me the other day that we had better let the acquaintance die out.”
“Not, I hope, until you have done me a service by means of it,” said Rastignac.
“At your orders, my dear minister, in all things.”
“I want to meet this man and judge him for myself. To send him an invitation to dinner would be useless; under the eye of his party, he would not dare accept it, or if he did, he would be on his guard, and I should not see him as he is. But if I met him accidentally, I should find him without armor, and I could feel for his vulnerable spots.”
“To invite you both to dine with me might be open to the same objection; but I could, one of these evenings, make sure of a visit from him, and let you know--Stop!” cried Monsieur de l’Estorade; “a bright idea has come to me.”
“If it is really bright,” thought Rastignac, “it is fortunate I did not meet the wife.”
“We are just about to give a children’s ball,--a fancy of my little girl, to which Madame de l’Estorade, weary of refusing, has at last consented; the child wishes it to be given in celebration of her rescue. Of course, therefore, the rescuer is a necessary and integral part of the affair. Come to the ball, and I promise you noise enough to cover all investigations of your man; and certainly premeditation will never be suspected at such a meeting.”
“You are too good,” replied Rastignac, pressing the peer’s hand affectionately. “Perhaps we had better say nothing about it to Madame de l’Estorade; a mere hint given to our man would put him on his guard, and I want to spring upon him suddenly, like a tiger on his prey.”
“That’s understood--complete surprise to everybody.”
“Adieu, then,” said Rastignac; “I shall make the king laugh to-morrow at the notion of children plotting politics.”
“Ah!” replied Monsieur de l’Estorade, philosophically, “but isn’t that how life itself is carried on?--great effects from little causes.”