the intention of becoming an officer, a colonel, a general. But, disgusted with military life long before the completion of his five years’ term of service, he had dreamed of making a fortune at Paris.
He came there at the expiration of his term of service, despite the entreaties of his father and mother, whose visions having evaporated, wanted now to have him at home with them. In his turn he hoped to achieve a future; he foresaw a triumph by means as yet vaguely defined in his mind, but which he felt sure he could scheme out and further.
He had had some successful love affairs in the regiment, some easy conquests, and even some adventures in a better class of society, having seduced a tax collector’s daughter, who wanted to leave her home for his sake, and a lawyer’s wife, who had tried to drown herself in despair at being abandoned.
His comrades used to say of him: “He is a sharp fellow, a deep one to get out of a scrape, a chap who knows which side his bread is buttered,” and he had promised himself to act up to this character.