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Opposite
his
house
,
flourishing
and
merry
,
was
the
family
of
the
chemist
,
with
whom
everything
was
prospering
.
Napoleon
helped
him
in
the
laboratory
,
Athalie
embroidered
him
a
skullcap
,
Irma
cut
out
rounds
of
paper
to
cover
the
preserves
,
and
Franklin
recited
Pythagoras
'
table
in
a
breath
.
He
was
the
happiest
of
fathers
,
the
most
fortunate
of
men
.
Not
so
!
A
secret
ambition
devoured
him
.
Homais
hankered
after
the
cross
of
the
Legion
of
Honour
.
He
had
plenty
of
claims
to
it
.
"
First
,
having
at
the
time
of
the
cholera
distinguished
myself
by
a
boundless
devotion
;
second
,
by
having
published
,
at
my
expense
,
various
works
of
public
utility
,
such
as
"
(
and
he
recalled
his
pamphlet
entitled
,
"
Cider
,
its
manufacture
and
effects
,
"
besides
observation
on
the
lanigerous
plant-louse
,
sent
to
the
Academy
;
his
volume
of
statistics
,
and
down
to
his
pharmaceutical
thesis
)
;
"
without
counting
that
I
am
a
member
of
several
learned
societies
"
(
he
was
member
of
a
single
one
)
.
"
In
short
!
"
he
cried
,
making
a
pirouette
,
"
if
it
were
only
for
distinguishing
myself
at
fires
!
"
Then
Homais
inclined
towards
the
Government
.
He
secretly
did
the
prefect
great
service
during
the
elections
.
He
sold
himself
--
in
a
word
,
prostituted
himself
.
He
even
addressed
a
petition
to
the
sovereign
in
which
he
implored
him
to
"
do
him
justice
"
;
he
called
him
"
our
good
king
,
"
and
compared
him
to
Henri
IV
.
And
every
morning
the
druggist
rushed
for
the
paper
to
see
if
his
nomination
were
in
it
.
It
was
never
there
.
At
last
,
unable
to
bear
it
any
longer
,
he
had
a
grass
plot
in
his
garden
designed
to
represent
the
Star
of
the
Cross
of
Honour
with
two
little
strips
of
grass
running
from
the
top
to
imitate
the
ribband
.
He
walked
round
it
with
folded
arms
,
meditating
on
the
folly
of
the
Government
and
the
ingratitude
of
men
.
From
respect
,
or
from
a
sort
of
sensuality
that
made
him
carry
on
his
investigations
slowly
,
Charles
had
not
yet
opened
the
secret
drawer
of
a
rosewood
desk
which
Emma
had
generally
used
.
One
day
,
however
,
he
sat
down
before
it
,
turned
the
key
,
and
pressed
the
spring
.
All
Leon
's
letters
were
there
.
There
could
be
no
doubt
this
time
.
He
devoured
them
to
the
very
last
,
ransacked
every
corner
,
all
the
furniture
,
all
the
drawers
,
behind
the
walls
,
sobbing
,
crying
aloud
,
distraught
,
mad
.
He
found
a
box
and
broke
it
open
with
a
kick
.
Rodolphe
's
portrait
flew
full
in
his
face
in
the
midst
of
the
overturned
love-letters
.
People
wondered
at
his
despondency
.
He
never
went
out
,
saw
no
one
,
refused
even
to
visit
his
patients
.
Then
they
said
"
he
shut
himself
up
to
drink
.
"
Sometimes
,
however
,
some
curious
person
climbed
on
to
the
garden
hedge
,
and
saw
with
amazement
this
long-bearded
,
shabbily
clothed
,
wild
man
,
who
wept
aloud
as
he
walked
up
and
down
.
