CHAPTERV
SHOWINGHOWNEARTHETARPEIANROCKISTOTHECAPITOL
OnleavingMadamedeGodollo,laPeyradefeltthenecessityofgatheringhimselftogether。Beneaththeconversationhehadjustmaintainedwiththisstrangewoman,whatcouldhesee,——atrap,orarichanddistinguishedmarriageofferedtohim。Undersuchadoubtasthis,topressCelesteforanimmediateanswerwasneitherclevernorprudent;itwassimplytobindhimself,andclosethedoortothechanges,stillveryill—defined,whichseemedofferedtohim。TheresultoftheconsultationwhichTheodoseheldwithhimselfashewalkedalongtheboulevardwasthatheought,forthemoment,tothinkonlyofgainingtime。Consequently,insteadofgoingtotheThuilliers’tolearnCeleste’sdecision,hewenthome,andwrotethefollowinglittlenotetoThuillier:——
MydearThuillier,——YouwillcertainlynotthinkitextraordinarythatIshouldnotpresentmyselfatyourhouseto—day,——partlybecauseIfearthesentencewhichwillbepronounceduponme,andpartlybecauseIdonotwishtoseemanimpatientandunmannerlycreditor。Afewdays,moreorless,willmatterlittleundersuchcircumstances,andyetMademoiselleCollevillemayfindthemdesirablefortheabsolutefreedomofherchoice。Ishall,therefore,notgotoseeyouuntilyouwriteforme。
Iamnowmorecalm,andIhaveaddedafewmorepagestoourmanuscript;itwilltakebutlittletimetohandinthewholetotheprinter。
Everyours,TheodosedelaPeyrade。
Twohourslateraservant,dressedinwhatwasevidentlythefirststeptowardsalivery,whichtheThuilliersdidnotasyetventuretorisk,the"maledomestic,"whomMinardhadmentionedtothePhellions,arrivedatlaPeyrade’slodgingswiththefollowingnote:——
Cometo—night,withoutfail。WewilltalkoverthewholeaffairwithBrigitte。
YourmostaffectionatelydevotedJeromeThuillier。
"Good!"saidlaPeyrade;"evidentlythereissomehindranceontheotherside;Ishallhavetimetoturnmyselfround。"
Thatevening,whentheservantannouncedhimintheThuilliersalon,theComtessedeGodollo,whowassittingwithBrigitte,hastenedtoriseandleavetheroom。AsshepassedlaPeyradeshemadehimaveryceremoniousbow。Therewasnothingconclusivetobededucedfromthisabruptdeparture,whichmightsignifyanything,eithermuchornothing。
Aftertalkingoftheweatherandsoforthforatime,aspersonsdowhohavemettodiscussadelicatesubjectaboutwhichtheyarenotsureofcomingtoanunderstanding,thematterwasopenedbyBrigitte,whohadsentherbrothertotakeawalkontheboulevard,tellinghimtoleavehertomanagetheaffair。
"Mydearboy,"shesaidtoTheodose,"itwasveryniceofyounottocomehereto—daylikeaGRASP—ALL,toputyourpistolatourthroats,forwewerenot,asithappened,quitereadytoansweryou。Ithink,"
sheadded,"thatourlittleCelesteneedsatriflemoretime。"
"Then,"saidlaPeyrade,quickly,"shehasnotdecidedinfavorofMonsieurFelixPhellion?"
"Joker!"repliedtheoldmaid,"youknowverywellyousettledthatbusinesslastnight;butyoualsoknow,ofcourse,thatherowninclinationsinclineherthatway。"
"Shortofbeingblind,Imusthaveseenthat,"repliedlaPeyrade。
"Itisnotanobstacletomyprojects,"continuedMademoiselleThuillier;"butitservestoexplainwhyIaskforCelestealittlemoretime;andalsowhyIhavewishedallalongtopostponethemarriagetoalaterdate。Iwantedtogiveyoutimetoinsinuateyourselfintotheheartofmydearlittlegirl——butyouandThuillierupsetmyplans。"
"Nothing,Ithink,hasbeendonewithoutyoursanction,"saidlaPeyrade,"andif,duringthesefifteendays,Ihavenottalkedwithyouonthesubject,itwasoutofpuredelicacy。Thuilliertoldmethateverythingwasagreeduponwithyou。"
"Onthecontrary,ThuillierknowsverywellthatIrefusedtomixmyselfuponyournewarrangements。Ifyouhadnotmadeyourselfsoscarcelately,ImighthavebeenthefirsttotellyouthatIdidnotapproveofthem。However,IcantrulysayIdidnothingtohindertheirsuccess。"
"Butthatwastoolittle,"saidlaPeyrade;"youractivehelpwasabsolutelynecessary。"
"Possibly;butI,whoknowwomenbetterthanyou,beingoneofthem,——
IfeltverysurethatifCelestewastoldtochoosebetweentwosuitorsshewouldconsiderthatapermissiontothinkathereaseoftheoneshelikedbest。ImyselfhadalwaysleftherinthevagueastoFelix,knowingasIdidthepropermomenttosettlehermindabouthim。"
"So,"saidlaPeyrade,"youmeanthatsherefusesme。"
"Itismuchworsethanthat,"returnedBrigitte;"sheacceptsyou,andiswillingtopledgeherword;butitissoeasytoseesheregardsherselfasavictim,thatifIwereinyourplaceIshouldfeelneitherflatterednorsecureinsuchaposition。"
InanyotherconditionofmindlaPeyradewouldprobablyhaveansweredthatheacceptedthesacrifice,andwouldmakeithisbusinesstowintheheartwhichatfirstwasreluctantlygiven;butdelaynowsuitedhim,andherepliedtoBrigittewithaquestion:——
"Thenwhatdoyouadvise?WhatcoursehadIbettertake?"
"FinishThuillier’spamphlet,inthefirstplace,orhe’llgocrazy;
andleavemetoworktheotheraffairinyourinterests,"repliedBrigitte。
"ButamIinfriendlyhands?For,totellyouthetruth,littleaunt,Ihavenotbeenabletoconcealfrommyselfthatyouhave,forsometimepast,changedverymuchtome。"
"Changedtoyou!Whatchangedoyouseeinme,addled—patethatyouare?"
"Oh!nothingverytangible,"saidlaPeyrade;"buteversincethatCountessTornahashadafootinginyourhouse——"
"Mypoorboy,thecountesshasdonememanyservices,andIamverygratefultoher;butisthatanyreasonwhyIshouldbefalsetoyou,whohavedoneusstillgreaterservices?"
"Butyoumustadmit,"saidlaPeyrade,craftily,"thatshehastoldyouagreatdealofharmofme。"
"Naturallyshehas;thesefineladiesareallthatway;theyexpectthewholeworldtoadorethem,andsheseesthatyouarethinkingonlyofCeleste;butallshehassaidtomeagainstyourunsoffmymindlikewaterfromvarnishedcloth。"
"So,then,littleaunt,Imaycontinuetocountonyou?"persistedlaPeyrade。
"Yes;providedyouarenottormenting,andwillletmemanagethisaffair。"
"Tellmehowyouaregoingtodoit?"askedlaPeyrade,withanairofgreatgood—humor。
"Inthefirstplace,IshallsignifytoFelixthatheisnottosetfootinthishouseagain。"
"Isthatpossible?"saidthebarrister;"Imeancanitbedonecivilly?"
"Verypossible;IshallmakePhellionhimselftellhim。He’samanwhoisalwaysastrideofprinciples,andhe’llbethefirsttoseethatifhissonwillnotdowhatisnecessarytoobtainCeleste’shandheoughttodepriveusofhispresence。"
"Whatnext?"askedlaPeyrade。
"Next,IshallsignifytoCelestethatshewasleftatlibertytochooseonehusbandortheother,andasshedidnotchooseFelixshemustmakeuphermindtotakeyou,apiousfellow,suchasshewants。
Youneedn’tbeuneasy;I’llsingyourpraises,especiallyyourgenerosityinnotprofitingbythearrangementsheagreedtomaketo—day。Butallthatwilltakeaweekatleast,andifThuillier’spamphletisn’toutbeforethen,Idon’tknowbutwhatweshallhavetoputhiminalunaticasylum。"
"Thepamphletcanbeoutintwodays。Butisitverycertain,littleaunt,thatweareplayingabove—board?Mountains,astheysay,nevermeet,butmendo;andcertainly,whenthetimecomestopromotetheelection,IcandoThuilliereithergoodorbadservice。Doyouknow,theotherdayIwasterriblyfrightened。Ihadaletterfromhiminmypocket,inwhichhespokeofthepamphletasbeingwrittenbyme。I
fanciedforamomentthatIhaddroppeditintheLuxembourg。IfI
had,whatascandalitwouldhavecausedinthequarter。"
"Whowoulddaretoplaytrickswithsuchawilyoneasyou?"saidBrigitte,fullycomprehendingthecomminatorynatureoflaPeyrade’slastwords,interpolatedintotheconversationwithoutrhymeorreason。"Butreally,"sheadded,"whyshouldyoucomplainofus?Itisyouwhoarebehindhandinyourpromises。Thatcrosswhichwastohavebeengrantedwithinaweek,andthatpamphlet,whichoughttohaveappearedalongtimeago——"
"Thepamphletandthecrosswillbothappearingoodtime;theonewillbringtheother,"saidlaPeyrade,rising。"TellThuilliertocomeandseemeto—morrowevening,andIthinkwecanthencorrectthelastsheet。But,aboveall,don’tlistentothespitefulnessofMadamedeGodollo;Ihaveanideathatinordertomakeherselfcompletelymistressofthishouseshewantstoalienateallyouroldfriends,andalsothatsheiscastinghernetforThuillier。"
"Well,inpointoffact,"saidtheoldmaid,whomthepartingshotoftheinfernalbarristerhadtouchedontheever—sensitivepointofherauthority,"Imustlookintothatmatteryouspeakofthere;sheisrathercoquettish,thatlittlewoman。"
LaPeyradegainedasecondbenefitoutofthatspeechsoadroitlyflungout;hesawbyBrigitte’sanswertoitthatthecountesshadnotmentionedtoherthevisithehadpaidherduringtheday。Thisreticencemighthaveaseriousmeaning。
Fourdayslater,theprinter,thestitcher,thepaperglazierhavingfulfilledtheiroffices,Thuillierhadtheinexpressiblehappinessofbeginningontheboulevardsapromenade,whichhecontinuedthroughthePassages,andeventothePalais—Royal,pausingbeforeallthebook—shopswherehesaw,shininginblacklettersonayellowposter,thefamoustitle:——
TAXATIONANDTHESLIDING—SCALE
byJ。Thuillier,MemberoftheCouncil—GeneraloftheSeine。
Havingreachedthepointofpersuadinghimselfthatthecarehehadbestoweduponthecorrectionofproofsmadethemeritoftheworkhisown,hispaternalheart,likethatofMaitreCorbeau,couldnotcontainitselfforjoy。Weoughttoaddthatheheldinverylowesteemthosebooksellerswhodidnotannouncethesaleofthenewwork,destinedtobecome,ashebelieved,aEuropeanevent。Withoutactuallydecidingthemannerinwhichhewouldpunishtheirindifference,heneverthelessmadealistoftheserebelliouspersons,andwishedthemasmuchevilasiftheyhadofferedhimapersonalaffront。
Thenextdayhespentadelightfulmorninginwritingacertainnumberofletters,sendingthepublicationtofriends,andputtingintopapercoverssomefiftycopies,towhichthesacramentalphrase,"Fromtheauthor,"impartedtohiseyesaninestimablevalue。
Butthethirddayofthesalebroughtaslightdiminutionofhishappiness。Hehadchosenforhiseditorayoungman,doingbusinessatabreakneckpace,whohadlatelyestablishedhimselfinthePassagedesPanoramas,wherehewaspayingaruinousrent。HewasthenephewofBarbetthepublisher,whomBrigittehadhadasatenantintherueSaint—Dominiqued’Enfer。ThisBarbetjuniorwasayouthwhoflinchedatnothing;andwhenhewaspresentedtoThuillierbyhisuncle,hepledgedhimself,providedhewasnotshackledinhisadvertising,toselloffthefirsteditionandprintasecondwithinaweek。
Now,Thuillierhadspentaboutfifteenhundredfrancshimselfoncostsofpublication,such,forinstance,ascopiessentingreatprofusiontothenewspapers;butatthecloseofthethirddaySEVENcopiesonlyhadbeensold,andthreeofthoseoncredit。Itmightbebelievedthatinrevealingtothehorror—strickenThuillierthispaltryresulttheyoungpublisherwouldhavelostatleastsomethingofhisassurance。
Onthecontrary,thisGuzmanofthebook—tradehastenedtosay:——
"Iamdelightedatwhathashappened。Ifwehadsoldahundredcopiesitwouldtroublemefarmorethanthefifteenhundrednowonourhands;that’swhatIcallhangingfire;whereasthisinsignificantsaleonlyprovesthattheeditionwillgoofflikearocket。"
"Butwhen?"askedThuillier,whothoughtthisviewparadoxical。
"Parbleu!"saidBarbet,"whenwegetnoticesinthenewspapers。
Newspapernoticesareonlyusefultoarouseattention。’Dearme!’saysthepublic,’there’sapublicationthatmustbeinteresting。’Thetitleisgood,——’TaxationandtheSliding—Scale,’——butIfindthatthemorepiquantatitleis,themorebuyersdistrustit,theyhavebeentakeninsooften;theywaitforthenotices。Ontheotherhand,forbooksthataredestinedtohaveonlyalimitedsale,ahundredready—
madepurchaserswillcomeinatonce,butafterthat,good—byetothem;wedon’tplaceanothercopy。"
"Thenyoudon’tthink,"saidThuillier,"thatthesaleishopeless?"
"Onthecontrary,Ithinkitisonthebesttrack。Whenthe’Debats,’
the’Constitutionnel,’the’Siecle,’andthe’Presse’havereviewedit,especiallyifthe’Debats’maulsit(theyareministerial,youknow),itwon’tbeaweekbeforethewholeeditionissnappedup。"
"Yousaythateasilyenough,"repliedThuillier;"buthowarewetogetholdofthosegentlemenofthepress?"
"Ah!I’lltakecareofthat,"saidBarbet。"Iamonthebestoftermswiththemanagingeditors;theysaythedevilisinme,andthatI
remindthemofLadvocatinhisbestdays。"
"Butthen,mydearfellow,yououghttohaveseentothisearlier。"
"Ah!excuseme,papaThuillier;there’sonlyonewayofseeingtothejournalists;butasyougrumbledaboutthefifteenhundredfrancsfortheadvertisements,Ididnotventuretoproposetoyouanotherextraexpense。"
"Whatexpense?"askedThuillier,anxiously。
"Whenyouwerenominatedtothemunicipalcouncil,wherewastheplanmooted?"askedthepublisher。
"Parbleu!inmyownhouse,"repliedThuillier。
"Yes,ofcourse,inyourownhouse,butatadinner,followedbyaball,andtheballitselfcrownedbyasupper。Well,mydearmaster,therearenotwowaystodothisbusiness;Boileausays:——
"’Allisdonethroughthepalate,andnotthroughthemind;
Anditisbyourdinnerswegovernmankind。’"
"ThenyouthinkIoughttogiveadinnertothosejournalists?"
"Yes;butnotatyourownhouse;forthesejournalists,yousee,ifwomenarepresent,getstupid;theyhavetobehavethemselves。And,besides,itisn’tdinnertheywant,butabreakfast——thatsuitsthembest。Intheeveningthesegentlemenhavetogotofirstrepresentations,andmakeuptheirpapers,nottospeakoftheirownlittleprivatedoings;whereasinthemorningstheyhavenothingtothinkabout。Asforme,itisalwaysbreakfaststhatIgive。"
"Butthatcostsmoney,breakfastslikethat,"saidThuillier;
"journalistsaregourmands。"
"Bah!twentyfrancsahead,withoutwine。Sayyouhavetenofthem;
threehundredfrancswillseeyouhandsomelythroughthewholething。
Infact,asamatterofeconomy,breakfastsarepreferable;foradinneryouwouldn’tgetoffunderfivehundredfrancs。"
"Howyoutalk,youngman!"saidThuillier。
"Oh,hangit!everybodyknowsitcostsdeartogetelectedtotheChamber;andallthisfavorsyournomination。"
"ButhowcanIinvitethosegentlemen?MustIgoandseethemmyself?"
"Certainlynot;sendthemyourpamphletandappointthemtomeetyouatPhilippe’sorVefour’s——they’llunderstandperfectly。"
"Tenguests,"saidThuillier,beginningtoenterintotheidea。"Ididnotknowthereweresomanyleadingjournals。"
"Therearenot,"saidthepublisher;"butwemusthavethelittledogsaswell,fortheybarkloudest。Thisbreakfastiscertaintomakeanoise,andifyoudon’taskthemthey’llthinkyoupickandchoose,andeveryoneexcludedwillbeyourenemy。"
"Thenyouthinkitisenoughmerelytosendtheinvitations?"
"Yes;I’llmakethelist,andyoucanwritethenotesandsendthemtome。I’llseethattheyaredelivered;someofthemIshalltakeinperson。"
"IfIweresure,"saidThuillier,undecidedly,"thatthisexpensewouldhavethedesiredeffect——"
"IFIWERESURE,——that’saqueerthingtosay,"saidBarbet。"Mydearmaster,thisismoneyplacedonmortgage;forit,Iwillguaranteethesaleoffifteenhundredcopies,——sayatfortysousapiece;allowingthediscounts,thatmakesthreethousandfrancs。Youseethatyourcostsandextracostsarecovered,andmorethancovered。"
"Well,"saidThuillier,turningtogo,"I’lltalktolaPeyradeaboutit。"
"Asyouplease,mydearmaster;butdecidesoon,fornothinggetsmouldysofastasabook;writehot,servehot,andbuyhot,——that’stheruleforauthors,publishers,andpublic;allisboshoutsideofit,andnogoodtotouch。"
WhenlaPeyradewasconsulted,hedidnotthinkinhisheartthattheremedywasheroic,buthehadnowcometofeelthebitterestanimosityagainstThuillier,sothathewaswellpleasedtoseethisnewtaxleviedonhisself—importantinexperienceandpompoussilliness。
AsforThuillier,themaniaforposingasapublicistandgettinghimselftalkedaboutsopossessedhimthatalthoughhemoanedoverthisfreshbleedingofhispurse,hehaddecidedonthesacrificebeforeheevenspoketolaPeyrade。Thereservedandconditionalapprovalofthelatterwas,therefore,morethanenoughtosettlehisdetermination,andthesameeveninghereturnedtoBarbetjuniorandaskedforthelistofguestswhomheoughttoinvite。
Barbetgailyproducedhislittlecatalogue。Insteadofthetenguestsoriginallymentioned,thereprovedtobefifteen,notcountinghimselforlaPeyrade,whomThuillierwantedtosecondhiminthisencounterwithasetofmenamongwhomhehimselffeltheshouldbealittleoutofplace。Castinghiseyesoverthelist,heexclaimed,vehemently:——
"Heavens!mydearfellow,herearenamesofpapersnobodyeverheardof。Where’sthe’Moralisateur,’the’LanternedeDiogene,’the’Pelican,’the’EchodelaBievre’?"
"You’dbetterbecarefulhowyouscornthe’EchodelaBievre,’"saidBarbet;"why,that’sthepaperofthe12tharrondissement,fromwhichyouexpecttobeelected;itspatronsarethosebigtannersoftheMouffetardquarter!"
"Well,letthatgo——butthe’Pelican’?"
"The’Pelican’?that’sapaperyou’llfindineverydentist’swaiting—
room;dentistsarethefirstPUFFISTSintheworld!HowmanyteethdoyousupposearedailypulledinParis?"
"Come,come,nonsense,"saidThuillier,whoproceededtomarkoutcertainnames,reducingthewholenumberpresenttofourteen。
"Ifonefallsoffweshallbethirteen,"remarkedBarbet。
"Pooh!"saidThuillier,thefree—thinker,"doyousupposeIgiveintothatsuperstition?"
Thelistbeingfinallyclosedandsettledatfourteen,Thuillierseatedhimselfatthepublisher’sdeskandwrotetheinvitations,naming,inviewoftheurgencyofthepurpose,thenextdaybutoneforthemeeting,Barbethavingassuredhimthatnojournalistwouldobjecttotheshortnessoftheinvitation。ThemeetingwasappointedatVefour’s,therestaurantparexcellenceofthebourgeoisieandallprovincials。
BarbetarrivedonthedaynamedbeforeThuillier,whoappearedinacravatwhichalonewasenoughtocreateastirinthesatiricalcircleinwhichhewasabouttoproducehimself。Thepublisher,onhisownauthority,hadchangedvariousarticlesonthebilloffareasselectedbyhispatron,moreespeciallydirectingthatthechampagne,orderedintruebourgeoisfashiontobeservedwiththedessert,shouldbeplacedonthetableatthebeginningofbreakfast,withseveraldishesofshrimps,anecessitywhichhadnotoccurredtotheamphitryon。
Thuillier,whogavealip—approvaltotheseamendments,wasfollowedbylaPeyrade;andthencamealongdelayinthearrivaloftheguests。Breakfastwasorderedateleveno’clock;ataquartertotwelvenotajournalisthadappeared。Barbet,whowasneverataloss,madetheconsolingremarkthatbreakfastsatrestaurantswerelikefunerals,where,aseveryoneknew,eleveno’clockmeantmid—day。
Sureenough,shortlybeforethathour,twogentlemen,withpointedbeards,exhalingastrongodoroftobacco,madetheirappearance。
Thuillierthankedthemeffusivelyforthe"honor"theyhaddonehim;
afterwhichcameanotherlongperiodofwaiting,ofwhichweshallnotrelatethetortures。Atoneo’clocktheassembledcontingentcomprisedfiveoftheinvitedguests,BarbetandlaPeyradenotincluded。Itisscarcelynecessarytosaythatnoneoftheself—respectingjournalistsofthebetterpapershadtakenanynoticeoftheabsurdinvitation。
Breakfastnowhadtobeservedtothisreducednumber。AfewpolitephrasesthatreachedThuillier’searsaboutthe"immense"interestofhispublication,failedtoblindhimtothebitternessofhisdiscomfiture;andwithoutthegaietyofthepublisher,whohadtakeninhandthereinshispatron,gloomyasHippolytusontheroadtoMycenae,letfall,nothingcouldhavesurpassedtheglumandglacialcoldnessofthemeeting。
Aftertheoysterswereremoved,thechampagneandchabliswhichhadwashedthemdownhadbegun,nevertheless,toraisethethermometer,when,rushingintotheroomwherethebanquetwastakingplace,ayoungmaninacapconveyedtoThuillieramostunexpectedandcrushingblow。
"Master,"saidthenew—comertoBarbet(hewasaclerkinthebookseller’sshop),"wearedonefor!Thepolicehavemadearaiduponus;acommissaryandtwomenhavecometoseizemonsieur’spamphlet。
Here’sapapertheyhavegivenmeforyou。"
"Lookatthat,"saidBarbet,handingthedocumenttolaPeyrade,hiscustomaryassurancebeginningtoforsakehim。
"Asummonstoappearatoncebeforethecourtofassizes,"saidlaPeyrade,afterreadingafewlinesofthesheriff’sscrawl。
Thuillierhadturnedaspaleasdeath。
"Didn’tyoufulfilallthenecessaryformalities?"hesaidtoBarbet,inachokingvoice。
"Thisisnotamatterofformalities,"saidlaPeyrade,"itisaseizureforwhatiscalledpressmisdemeanor,excitingcontemptandhatredofthegovernment;youprobablyhavethesamesortofcomplimentawaitingyouathome,mypoorThuillier。"
"Thenitistreachery!"criedThuillier,losinghisheadcompletely。
"Hangit,mydearfellow!youknowverywellwhatyouputinyourpamphlet;formypart,Idon’tseeanythingworthwhippingacatfor。"
"There’ssomemisunderstanding,"saidBarbet,recoveringcourage;"itwillallbeexplained,andtheresultwillbeafinecauseofcomplaint——won’tit,messieurs?"
"Waiter,pensandink!"criedoneofthejournaliststhusappealedto。
"Nonsense!you’llhavetimetowriteyourarticlelater,"saidanotherofthebrotherhood;"whathasabombshelltodowiththis’filetsaute’?"
That,ofcourse,wasaparodyonthefamousspeechofCharlesXII。,KingofSweden,whenashotinterruptedhimwhiledictatingtoasecretary。
"Messieurs,"saidThuillier,rising,"Iamsureyouwillexcusemeforleavingyou。If,asMonsieurBarbetthinks,thereissomemisunderstanding,itoughttobeexplainedatonce;Imusttherefore,withyourpermission,gotothepolicecourt。LaPeyrade,"headdedinasignificanttone,"youwillnotrefuse,Ipresume,toaccompanyme。
Andyou,mydearpublisher,youwoulddowelltocometoo。"
"No,faith!"saidBarbet,"whenIbreakfast,Ibreakfast;ifthepolicehavecommittedablunder,somuchtheworseforthem。"
"Butsupposethematterisserious?"criedThuillier,ingreatagitation。
"Well,Ishouldsay,whatisperfectlytrue,thatIhadneverreadalineofyourpamphlet。Onethingisveryannoying;thosedamnedjurieshatebeards,andImustcutoffmineifI’mcompelledtoappearincourt。"
"Come,mydearamphitryon,sitdownagain,"saidtheeditorofthe"EchodelaBievre,""we’llstandbyyou;I’vealreadywrittenanarticleinmyheadwhichwillstirupallthetannersinParis;and,letmetellyou,thathonorablecorporationisapower。"
"No,monsieur,"repliedThuillier,"no;amanlikemecannotrestanhourundersuchanaccusationasthis。Continueyourbreakfastwithoutus;Ihopesoontoseeyouagain。LaPeyrade,areyoucoming?"
"He’scharming,isn’the?"saidBarbet,whenThuillierandhiscounselhadlefttheroom。"Toaskmetoleaveabreakfastaftertheoysters,andgoandtalkwiththepolice!Come,messieurs,closeuptheranks,"
headded,gaily。
"Tiens!"saidoneofthehungryjournalists,whohadcasthiseyesintothegardenofthePalais—Royal,onwhichthedining—roomoftherestaurantopened,"there’sBarbanchugoingby;supposeIcallhimin?"
"Yes,certainly,"saidBarbetjunior,"havehimup。"
"Barbanchu!Barbanchu!"calledoutthejournalist。
Barbanchu,hishatbeingoverhiseyes,wassometimeindiscoveringthecloudabovehimwhencethevoiceproceeded。
"Here,uphere!"calledthevoice,whichseemedtoBarbanchucelestialwhenhesawhimselfhailedbyamanwithaglassofchampagneinhishand。Then,asheseemedtohesitate,thepartyabovecalledoutinchorus:——
"Comeup!comeup!THERE’SFATTOBEHAD!"
WhenThuillierlefttheofficeofthepublicprosecutorhecouldnolongerhaveanyillusions。Thecaseagainsthimwasserious,andthesternmannerinwhichhehadbeenreceivedmadehimseethatwhenthetrialcameuphewouldbetreatedwithoutmercy。Then,asalwayshappensamongaccomplicesafterthenon—successofanaffairtheyhavedoneincommon,heturneduponlaPeyradeinthesharpestmanner:LaPeyradehadpaidnoattentiontowhathewrote;hehadgivenfullswingtohisstupidSaint—Simonianideas;HEdidn’tcarefortheconsequences;itwasnotHEwhowouldhavetopaythefineandgotoprison!Then,whenlaPeyradeansweredthatthematterdidnotlooktohimserious,andheexpectedtogetaverdictofacquittalwithoutdifficulty,Thuillierburstforthuponhim,vehemently:——