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Dussardier leaped on his neck. "So you are a rich man now. Ah! upon my soul, so much the better!"
Cisy made his appearance with c.r.a.pe on his hat. Since the death of his grandmother, he was in the enjoyment of a considerable fortune, and was less bent on amusing himself than on being distinguished from others--not being the same as everyone else--in short, on "having the proper stamp." This was his favourite phrase.
However, it was now midday, and they were all yawning.
Frederick was waiting for some one.
At the mention of Arnoux's name, Pellerin made a wry face. He looked on him as a renegade since he had abandoned the fine arts.
"Suppose we pa.s.s over him--what do you say to that?"
They all approved of this suggestion.
The door was opened by a man-servant in long gaiters; and the dining-room could be seen with its lofty oak plinths relieved with gold, and its two sideboards laden with plate.
The bottles of wine were heating on the stove; the blades of new knives were glittering beside oysters. In the milky tint of the enamelled gla.s.ses there was a kind of alluring sweetness; and the table disappeared from view under its load of game, fruit, and meats of the rarest quality.
These attentions were lost on Senecal. He began by asking for household bread (the hardest that could be got), and in connection with this subject, spoke of the murders of Buzancais and the crisis arising from lack of the means of subsistence.
Nothing of this sort could have happened if agriculture had been better protected, if everything had not been given up to compet.i.tion, to anarchy, and to the deplorable maxim of "Let things alone! let things go their own way!" It was in this way that the feudalism of money was established--the worst form of feudalism. But let them take care! The people in the end will get tired of it, and may make the capitalist pay for their sufferings either by b.l.o.o.d.y proscriptions or by the plunder of their houses.
Frederick saw, as if by a lightning-flash, a flood of men with bare arms invading Madame Dambreuse's drawing-room, and smashing the mirrors with blows of pikes.
Senecal went on to say that the workman, owing to the insufficiency of wages, was more unfortunate than the helot, the negro, and the pariah, especially if he has children.
"Ought he to get rid of them by asphyxia, as some English doctor, whose name I don't remember--a disciple of Malthus--advises him?"
And, turning towards Cisy: "Are we to be obliged to follow the advice of the infamous Malthus?"
Cisy, who was ignorant of the infamy and even of the existence of Malthus, said by way of reply, that after all, much human misery was relieved, and that the higher cla.s.ses----
"Ha! the higher cla.s.ses!" said the Socialist, with a sneer. "In the first place, there are no higher cla.s.ses. 'Tis the heart alone that makes anyone higher than another. We want no alms, understand! but equality, the fair division of products."
What he required was that the workman might become a capitalist, just as the soldier might become a colonel. The trade-wardenships, at least, in limiting the number of apprentices, prevented workmen from growing inconveniently numerous, and the sentiment of fraternity was kept up by means of the fetes and the banners.
Hussonnet, as a poet, regretted the banners; so did Pellerin, too--a predilection which had taken possession of him at the Cafe Dagneaux, while listening to the Phalansterians talking. He expressed the opinion that Fourier was a great man.
"Come now!" said Deslauriers. "An old fool who sees in the overthrow of governments the effects of Divine vengeance. He is just like my lord Saint-Simon and his church, with his hatred of the French Revolution--a set of buffoons who would fain re-establish Catholicism."
M. de Cisy, no doubt in order to get information or to make a good impression, broke in with this remark, which he uttered in a mild tone:
"These two men of science are not, then, of the same way of thinking as Voltaire?"
"That fellow! I make you a present of him!"
"How is that? Why, I thought----"
"Oh! no, he did not love the people!"
Then the conversation came down to contemporary events: the Spanish marriages, the dilapidations of Rochefort, the new chapter-house of Saint-Denis, which had led to the taxes being doubled. Nevertheless, according to Senecal, they were not high enough!
"And why are they paid? My G.o.d! to erect the palace for apes at the Museum, to make showy staff-officers parade along our squares, or to maintain a Gothic etiquette amongst the flunkeys of the Chateau!"
"I have read in the _Mode_," said Cisy, "that at the Tuileries ball on the feast of Saint-Ferdinand, everyone was disguised as a miser."
"How pitiable!" said the Socialist, with a shrug of his shoulders, as if to indicate his disgust.
"And the Museum of Versailles!" exclaimed Pellerin. "Let us talk about it! These idiots have foreshortened a Delacroix and lengthened a Gros!
At the Louvre they have so well restored, scratched, and made a jumble of all the canvases, that in ten years probably not one will be left. As for the errors in the catalogue, a German has written a whole volume on the subject. Upon my word, the foreigners are laughing at us."
"Yes, we are the laughing-stock of Europe," said Senecal.
"'Tis because Art is conveyed in fee-simple to the Crown."
"As long as you haven't universal suffrage----"
"Allow me!"--for the artist, having been rejected at every _salon_ for the last twenty years, was filled with rage against Power.
"Ah! let them not bother us! As for me, I ask for nothing. Only the Chambers ought to pa.s.s enactments in the interests of Art. A chair of aesthetics should be established with a professor who, being a practical man as well as a philosopher, would succeed, I hope, in grouping the mult.i.tude. You would do well, Hussonnet, to touch on this matter with a word or two in your newspaper?"
"Are the newspapers free? are we ourselves free?" said Deslauriers in an angry tone. "When one reflects that there might be as many as twenty-eight different formalities to set up a boat on the river, it makes me feel a longing to go and live amongst the cannibals! The Government is eating us up. Everything belongs to it--philosophy, law, the arts, the very air of heaven; and France, bereft of all energy, lies under the boot of the gendarme and the ca.s.sock of the devil-dodger with the death-rattle in her throat!"
The future Mirabeau thus poured out his bile in abundance. Finally he took his gla.s.s in his right hand, raised it, and with his other arm akimbo, and his eyes flashing:
"I drink to the utter destruction of the existing order of things--that is to say, of everything included in the words Privilege, Monopoly, Regulation, Hierarchy, Authority, State!"--and in a louder voice--"which I would like to smash as I do this!" dashing on the table the beautiful wine-gla.s.s, which broke into a thousand pieces.
They all applauded, and especially Dussardier.
The spectacle of injustices made his heart leap up with indignation.
Everything that wore a beard claimed his sympathy. He was one of those persons who fling themselves under vehicles to relieve the horses who have fallen. His erudition was limited to two works, one ent.i.tled _Crimes of Kings_, and the other _Mysteries of the Vatican_. He had listened to the advocate with open-mouthed delight. At length, unable to stand it any longer:
"For my part, the thing I blame Louis Philippe for is abandoning the Poles!"
"One moment!" said Hussonnet. "In the first place, Poland has no existence; 'tis an invention of Lafayette! The Poles, as a general rule, all belong to the Faubourg Saint-Marceau, the real ones having been drowned with Poniatowski." In short, "he no longer gave into it;" he had "got over all that sort of thing; it was just like the sea-serpent, the revocation of the Edict of Nantes, and that antiquated hum-bug about the Saint-Bartholomew ma.s.sacre!"
Senecal, while he did not defend the Poles, extolled the latest remarks made by the men of letters. The Popes had been calumniated, inasmuch as they, at any rate, defended the people, and he called the League "the aurora of Democracy, a great movement in the direction of equality as opposed to the individualism of Protestants."
Frederick was a little surprised at these views. They probably bored Cisy, for he changed the conversation to the _tableaux vivants_ at the Gymnase, which at that time attracted a great number of people.
Senecal regarded them with disfavour. Such exhibitions corrupted the daughters of the proletariat. Then, it was noticeable that they went in for a display of shameless luxury. Therefore, he approved of the conduct of the Bavarian students who insulted Lola Montes. In imitation of Rousseau, he showed more esteem for the wife of a coal-porter than for the mistress of a king.
"You don't appreciate dainties," retorted Hussonnet in a majestic tone.
And he took up the championship of ladies of this cla.s.s in order to praise Rosanette. Then, as he happened to make an allusion to the ball at her house and to Arnoux's costume, Pellerin remarked:
"People maintain that he is becoming shaky?"
The picture-dealer had just been engaged in a lawsuit with reference to his grounds at Belleville, and he was actually in a kaolin company in Lower Brittany with other rogues of the same sort.
Dussardier knew more about him, for his own master, M. Moussinot, having made enquiries about Arnoux from the banker, Oscar Lefebvre, the latter had said in reply that he considered him by no means solvent, as he knew about bills of his that had been renewed.