The life of this man was marked by certain mysterious peculiarities.  He had never known his father; his mother, a woman to whom luxury was everything, always elegantly dressed, always on pleasure bent, whose beauty seemed to him miraculous and whom he very seldom saw, left him little at her death; but she had given him that too common and incomplete education which produces so much ambition and so little ability.  A few days before his mother’s death, when he was just sixteen, he left the Lycee Napoleon to enter as supernumerary a government office, where an unknown protector had provided him with a place.  At twenty-two years of age Rabourdin became under-head-clerk; at twenty-five, head-clerk, or, as it was termed, head of the bureau.  From that day the hand that assisted the young man to start in life was never felt again in his career, except as to a single circumstance; it led him, poor and friendless, to the house of a Monsieur Leprince, formerly an auctioneer, a widower said to be extremely rich, and father of an only daughter.  Xavier Rabourdin fell desperately in love with Mademoiselle Celestine Leprince, then seventeen years of age, who had all the matrimonial claims of a dowry of two hundred thousand francs.  Carefully educated by an artistic mother, who transmitted her own talents to her daughter, this young lady was fitted to attract distinguished men.  Tall, handsome, and finely-formed, she was a good musician, drew and painted, spoke several languages, and even knew something of science,—­a dangerous advantage, which requires a woman to avoid carefully all appearance of pedantry.  Blinded by mistaken tenderness, the mother gave the daughter false ideas as to her probable future; to the maternal eyes a duke or an ambassador, a marshal of France or a minister of State, could alone give her Celestine her due place in society.  The young lady had, moreover, the manners, language, and habits of the great world.  Her dress was richer and more elegant than was suitable for an unmarried girl; a husband could give her nothing more than she now had, except happiness.  Besides all such indulgences, the foolish spoiling of the mother, who died a year after the girl’s marriage, made a husband’s task all the more difficult.  What coolness and composure of mind were needed to rule such a woman!  Commonplace suitors held back in fear.  Xavier Rabourdin, without parents and without fortune other than his situation under government, was proposed to Celestine by her father.  She resisted for a long time; not that she had any personal objection to her suitor, who was young, handsome, and much in love, but she shrank from the plain name of Madame Rabourdin.  Monsieur Leprince assured his daughter that Xavier was of the stock that statesmen came of.  Celestine answered that a man named Rabourdin would never be anything under the government of the Bourbons, etc.  Forced back to his intrenchments, the father made the serious mistake of telling his daughter that her future husband was