The Minister of War and the old officers of the Imperial Guard have
subscribed a sum large enough to enable us to select our artist."
"Oh, monsieur, it will make my fortune!" exclaimed Steinbock,
overpowered by so much happiness at once.
"Be easy," replied the Baron graciously. "If the two ministers to whom
I propose to show your group and this sketch in wax are delighted with
these two pieces, your prospects of a fortune are good."
Hortense hugged her father's arm so tightly as to hurt him.
"Bring me your papers, and say nothing of your hopes to anybody, not
even to our old Cousin Betty."
"Lisbeth?" said Madame Hulot, at last understanding the end of all
this, though unable to guess the means.
"I could give proof of my skill by making a bust of the Baroness,"
added Wenceslas.
The artist, struck by Madame Hulot's beauty, was comparing the mother
and daughter.
"Indeed, monsieur, life may smile upon you," said the Baron, quite
charmed by Count Steinbock's refined and elegant manner. "You will
find out that in Paris no man is clever for nothing, and that
persevering toil always finds its reward here."
Hortense, with a blush, held out to the young man a pretty Algerine
purse containing sixty gold pieces. The artist, with something still
of a gentleman's pride, responded with a mounting color easy enough to
interpret.
"This, perhaps, is the first money your works have brought you?" said
Adeline.
"Yes, madame--my works of art.
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