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第22章

  AtthetimewhenMadameBridaureturnedtoIssoudun,Maxwasexcludedfromthesocietyoftheplace。Heshowed,moreover,properself-respectinneverpresentinghimselfattheclub,andinnevercomplainingoftheseverereprobationthatwasshownhim;althoughhewasthehandsomest,themostelegant,andthebestdressedmanintheplace,spentagreatdealofmoney,andkeptahorse,——athingasamazingatIssoudunasthehorseofLordByronatVenice。WearenowtoseehowitwasthatMaxence,poorandwithoutapparentmeans,wasabletobecomethedandyofthetown。TheshamefulconductwhichearnedhimthecontemptofallscrupulousorreligiouspersonswasconnectedwiththeinterestswhichbroughtAgatheandJosephtoIssoudun。
  Judgingbytheaudacityofhisbearing,andtheexpressionofhisface,Maxcaredlittleforpublicopinion;heexpected,nodoubt,totakehisrevengesomeday,andtolorditoverthosewhonowcondemnedhim。Moreover,ifthebourgeoisieofIssoudunthoughtillofhim,theadmirationheexcitedamongthecommonpeoplecounterbalancedtheiropinion;hiscourage,hisdashingappearance,hisdecisionofcharacter,couldnotfailtopleasethemasses,towhomhisdegradationswere,forthemostpart,unknown,andindeedthebourgeoisiethemselvesscarcelysuspecteditsextent。MaxplayedaroleatIssoudunwhichwassomethinglikethatoftheblacksmithinthe“FairMaidofPerth“;hewasthechampionofBonapartismandtheOpposition;theycounteduponhimastheburghersofPerthcounteduponSmithongreatoccasions。AsingleincidentwillputthisheroandvictimoftheHundred-Daysintoclearrelief。
  In1819,abattalioncommandedbyroyalistofficers,youngmenjustoutoftheMaisonRouge,passedthroughIssoudunonitswaytogointogarrisonatBourges。NotknowingwhattodowiththemselvesinsoconstitutionalaplaceasIssoudun,theseyounggentlemenwenttowhileawaythetimeatthecafeMilitaire。Ineveryprovincialtownthereisamilitarycafe。ThatofIssoudun,builtontheplaced’Armesatanangleoftherampart,andkeptbythewidowofanofficer,wasnaturallytherendezvousoftheBonapartists,chieflyofficersonhalf-pay,andotherswhosharedMax’sopinions,towhomthepoliticsofthetownallowedfreeexpressionoftheiridolatryfortheEmperor。
  Everyyear,datingfrom1816,abanquetwasgiveninIssouduntocommemoratetheanniversaryofhiscoronation。Thethreeroyalistswhofirstenteredaskedforthenewspapers,amongothers,forthe“Quotidienne“andthe“DrapeauBlanc。“ThepoliticsofIssoudun,especiallythoseofthecafeMilitaire,didnotallowofsuchroyalistjournals。Theestablishmenthadnonebutthe“Commerce,“——anamewhichthe“Constitutionel“wascompelledtoadoptforseveralyearsafteritwassuppressedbythegovernment。Butas,initsfirstissueunderthenewname,theleadingarticlebeganwiththesewords,“Commerceisessentiallyconstitutional,“peoplecontinuedtocallitthe“Constitutionel,“thesubscribersallunderstandingtheslyplayofwordswhichbeggedthemtopaynoattentiontothelabel,asthewinewouldbethesame。
  Thefatlandladyrepliedfromherseatatthedeskthatshedidnottakethosepapers。“Whatpapersdoyoutakethen?“askedoneoftheofficers,acaptain。Thewaiter,alittlefellowinablueclothjacket,withanapronofcoarselinentiedoverit,broughtthe“Commerce。“
  “Isthatyourpaper?Haveyounoother?“
  “No,“saidthewaiter,“that’stheonlyone。“
  Thecaptaintoreitup,flungthepiecesonthefloor,andspatuponthem,callingout,——
  “Bringdominos!“
  IntenminutesthenewsoftheinsultofferedtotheConstitutionOppositionandtheLiberalparty,inthesupersacredpersonofitsreveredjournal,whichattackedpriestswithcourageandthewitweallremember,spreadthroughoutthetownandintothehouseslikelightitself;itwastoldandrepeatedfromplacetoplace。Onephrasewasoneverybody’slips,——
  “LetustellMax!“
  Maxsoonheardofit。Theroyalistofficerswerestillattheirgameofdominoswhenthatheroenteredthecafe,accompaniedbyMajorPotelandCaptainRenard,andfollowedbyatleastthirtyyoungmen,curioustoseetheendoftheaffair,mostofwhomremainedoutsideinthestreet。Theroomwassoonfull。
  “Waiter,MYnewspaper,“saidMax,inaquietvoice。
  Thenalittlecomedywasplayed。Thefathostess,withatimidandconciliatoryair,said,“Captain,Ihavelentit!“
  “Sendforit,“criedoneofMax’sfriends。
  “Can’tyoudowithoutit?“saidthewaiter;“wehavenotgotit。“
  Theyoungroyalistswerelaughingandcastingsidelongglancesatthenew-comers。
  “Theyhavetornitup!“criedayouthofthetown,lookingatthefeetoftheyoungroyalistcaptain。
  “Whohasdaredtodestroythatpaper?“demandedMax,inathunderingvoice,hiseyesflashingasherosewithhisarmscrossed。
  “Andwespatuponit,“repliedthethreeyoungofficers,alsorising,andlookingatMax。
  “Youhaveinsultedthewholetown!“saidMax,turninglivid。
  “Well,whatofthat?“askedtheyoungestofficer。
  Withadexterity,quickness,andaudacitywhichtheyoungmendidnotforesee,Maxslappedthefaceoftheofficernearesttohim,saying,——
  “DoyouunderstandFrench?“
  Theyfoughtnearby,inthealleedeFrapesle,threeagainstthree;
  forPotelandRenardwouldnotallowMaxtodealwiththeofficersalone。Maxkilledhisman。MajorPotelwoundedhissoseverely,thattheunfortunateyoungman,thesonofagoodfamily,diedinthehospitalthenextday。Asforthethird,hegotoffwithaswordcut,afterwoundinghisadversary,CaptainRenard。ThebattalionleftforBourgesthatnight。Thisaffair,whichwasnoisedthroughoutBerry,setMaxupdefinitelyasahero。
  TheKnightsofIdleness,whowereallyoung,theeldestnotmorethantwenty-fiveyearsold,admiredMaxence。Someamongthem,farfromsharingthepruderyandstrictnotionsoftheirfamiliesconcerninghisconduct,enviedhispresentpositionandthoughthimfortunate。
  Undersuchaleader,theOrderdidgreatthings。AfterthemonthofMay,1817,neveraweekpassedthatthetownwasnotthrownintoanuproarbysomenewpieceofmischief。Max,asamatterofhonor,imposedcertainconditionsupontheKnights。Statutesweredrawnup。
  TheseyoungdemonsgrewasvigilantasthepupilsofAmoros,——boldashawks,agileatallexercises,cleverandstrongascriminals。Theytrainedthemselvesinclimbingroofs,scalinghouses,jumpingandwalkingnoiselessly,mixingmortar,andwallingupdoors。Theycollectedanarsenalofropes,ladders,tools,anddisguises。AfteratimetheKnightsofIdlenessattainedtothebeau-idealofmaliciousmischief,notonlyastotheaccomplishmentbut,stillmore,intheinventionoftheirpranks。TheycameatlasttopossessthegeniusforevilthatPanurgesomuchdelightedin;whichprovokeslaughter,andcoversitsvictimswithsuchridiculethattheydarenotcomplain。
  Naturally,thesesonsofgoodfamiliesofIssoudunpossessedandobtainedinformationintheirhouseholds,whichgavethemthewaysandmeansfortheperpetrationoftheiroutrages。
  SometimestheyoungdevilsincarnatelayinambushalongtheGrand’rueortheBasserue,twostreetswhichare,asitwere,thearteriesofthetown,intowhichmanylittlesidestreetsopen。Crouching,withtheirheadstothewind,intheanglesofthewallandatthecornersofthestreets,atthehourwhenallthehouseholdswerehushedintheirfirstsleep,theycalledtoeachotherintonesofterrorfromambushtoambushalongthewholelengthofthetown:“What’sthematter?““Whatisit?“tilltherepeatedcrieswokeupthecitizens,whoappearedintheirshirtsandcottonnight-caps,withlightsintheirhands,askingquestionsofoneanother,holdingthestrangestcolloquies,andexhibitingthequeerestfaces。
  Acertainpoorbookbinder,whowasveryold,believedinhobgoblins。
  Likemostprovincialartisans,heworkedinasmallbasementshop。TheKnights,disguisedasdevils,invadedtheplaceinthemiddleofthenight,puthimintohisowncutting-press,andlefthimshriekingtohimselflikethesoulsinhell。Thepoormanrousedtheneighbors,towhomherelatedtheapparitionsofLucifer;andastheyhadnomeansofundeceivinghim,hewasdrivennearlyinsane。
  Inthemiddleofaseverewinter,theKnightstookdownthechimneyofthecollectoroftaxes,andbuiltitupagaininonenightapparentlyasitwasbefore,withoutmakingtheslightestnoise,orleavingtheleasttraceoftheirwork。Buttheysoarrangedtheinsideofthechimneyastosendallthesmokeintothehouse。Thecollectorsufferedfortwomonthsbeforehefoundoutwhyhischimney,whichhadalwaysdrawnsowell,andofwhichhehadoftenboasted,playedhimsuchtricks;hewasthenobligedtobuildanewone。
  Atanothertime,theyputthreetrussesofhaydustedwithbrimstone,andaquantityofoiledpaperdownthechimneyofapiousoldwomanwhowasafriendofMadameHochon。Inthemorning,whenshecametolightherfire,thepoorcreature,whowasverygentleandkindly,imaginedshehadstartedavolcano。Thefire-enginescame,thewholepopulationrushedtoherassistance。SeveralKnightswereamongthefiremen,andtheydelugedtheoldwoman’shouse,tilltheyhadfrightenedherwithaflood,asmuchastheyhadterrifiedherwiththefire。Shewasmadeillwithfear。
  Whentheywishedtomakesomeonespendthenightunderarmsandinmortalterror,theywroteananonymouslettertellinghimthathewasabouttoberobbed;thentheystolesoftly,onebyone,roundthewallsofhishouse,orunderhiswindows,whistlingasiftocalleachother。
  Oneoftheirfamousperformances,whichlongamusedthetown,whereinfactitisstillrelated,wastowritealettertoalltheheirsofamiserlyoldladywhowaslikelytoleavealargeproperty,announcingherdeath,andrequestingthemtobepromptlyonhandwhenthesealswereaffixed。EightypersonsarrivedfromVatan,Saint-Florent,Vierzonandtheneighboringcountry,allindeepmourning,——widowswithsons,childrenwiththeirfathers,someincarrioles,someinwickergigs,othersindilapidatedcarts。Imaginethescenebetweentheoldwoman’sservantsandthefirstarrivals!andtheconsultationsamongthenotaries!ItcreatedasortofriotinIssoudun。
  Atlast,onedaythesub-prefectwokeuptoasensethatthisstateofthingswasallthemoreintolerablebecauseitseemedimpossibletofindoutwhowasatthebottomofit。Suspicionfellonseveralyoungmen;butastheNationalGuardwasamerenameinIssoudun,andtherewasnogarrison,andthelieutenantofpolicehadonlyeightgendarmesunderhim,sothattherewerenopatrols,itwasimpossibletogetanyproofagainstthem。Thesub-prefectwasimmediatelypostedinthe“orderofthenight,“andconsideredthenceforthfairgame。Thisfunctionarymadeapracticeofbreakfastingontwofresheggs。Hekeptchickensinhisyard,andaddedtohismaniaforeatingfresheggsthatofboilingthemhimself。Neitherhiswifenorhisservant,infactnoone,accordingtohim,knewhowtoboilaneggproperly;hediditwatchinhand,andboastedthathecarriedoffthepalmofegg-