Here is the first, postmarked Beaumont-sur-Oise:—­

My dear Joseph,—­I have just finished the principal panel-paintings at the chateau de Presles for the Comte de Serizy.  I have left all the mouldings and the decorative painting; and I have recommended you so strongly to the count, and also to Gridot the architect, that you have nothing to do but pick up your brushes and come at once.  Prices are arranged to please you.  I am off to Italy with my wife; so you can have Mistigris to help you along.  The young scamp has talent, and I put him at your disposal.  He is twittering like a sparrow at the very idea of amusing himself at the chateau de Presles.

Adieu, my dear Joseph; if I am still absent, and should send nothing to next year’s Salon, you must take my place.  Yes, dear Jojo, I know your picture is a masterpiece, but a masterpiece which will rouse a hue and cry about romanticism; you are doomed to lead the life of a devil in holy water.  Adieu.

  Thy friend,

  Schinner

Here follows the letter of Desroches:—­

My dear Joseph,—­Your Monsieur Hochon strikes me as an old man full of common-sense, and you give me a high idea of his methods; he is perfectly right.  My advice, since you ask it, is that your mother should remain at Issoudun with Madame Hochon, paying a small board,—­say four hundred francs a year,—­to reimburse her hosts for what she eats.  Madame Bridau ought, in my opinion, to follow Monsieur Hochon’s advice in everything; for your excellent mother will have many scruples in dealing with persons who have no scruple at all, and whose behavior to her is a master-stroke of policy.  That Maxence, you are right enough, is dangerous.  He is another Philippe, but of a different calibre.  The scoundrel makes his vices serve his fortunes, and gets his amusement gratis; whereas your brother’s follies are never useful to him.  All that you say alarms me, but I could do no good by going to Issoudun.  Monsieur Hochon, acting behind your mother, will be more useful to you than I. As for you, you had better come back here; you are good for nothing in a matter which requires continual attention, careful observation, servile civilities, discretion in speech, and a dissimulation of manner and gesture which is wholly against the grain of artists.

If they have told you no will has been made, you may be quite sure they have possessed one for a long time.  But wills can be revoked, and as long as your fool of an uncle lives he is no doubt susceptible of being worked upon by remorse and religion.  Your inheritance will be the result of a combat between the Church and the Rabouilleuse.  There will inevitably come a time when that woman will lose her grip on the old man, and religion will be all-powerful.  So long as your uncle makes no gift of the property during his lifetime, and does not change the nature of his estate, all may