"The equilibrium of Europe!" said the canon, more and more dismayed.
"What has eating to do with the equilibrium of Europe?"
"Go on, go on, Dom Diego," said Abbe Ledoux, shrugging his shoulders, "if you listen to this tempter, he will prove to you things still more astonishing."
"I am going to prove, my dear abbe, both to you and to Dom Diego, that I advance nothing but what is strictly true. And, first, you will confess, will you not, that the marine service of a nation like France has great weight in the balance of the destinies of Europe?"
"Certainly," said the canon.
"Well, what follows?" said the abbe.
"Now," pursued the doctor, "you will agree with me, that as this military marine service is strengthened or enfeebled, France gains or loses in the same proportion?"
"Evidently," said the canon.
"Conclude your argument," cried the abbe, "that is what I am waiting for."
"I will conclude then, my dear abbe, by saying that the more progress gluttony makes, the more accessible it becomes to the greatest number, the more will the military marine of France gain in strength and in influence, and that, my Lord Dom Diego, I am going to demonstrate to you by begging you to read that sign."
And just above the door of this last stall, the only one not occupied by a niece or nephew of Doctor Gasterini, were the words "Colonial Provisions."
"Colonial provisions," repeated the canon aloud, looking at the physician with an interrogating air, while the abbe, more discerning, bit his lips with vexation.
"Do I need to tell you, lord canon," pursued the doctor, "that without colonies, we would have no merchant service, and without a merchant service, no navy for war, since the navy is recruited from the seamen in the merchant service? Well, if the lovers of good eating did not consume all the delicacies which you see exhibited here in small samples,--sugar, coffee, vanilla, cloves, cinnamon, ginger, rice, pistachios, Cayenne pepper, nutmeg, liquors from the islands, hachars from the Indies, what, I ask you, would become of our colonies, that is to say, our maritime power?"
"I am amazed," cried the canon, "I am dizzy; at each step I feel myself expand a hundred cubits."
"And, zounds! you are right, lord Dom Diego," said the doctor, "for indeed, when, after having tasted at dessert a cheese frozen with vanilla, to which will succeed a gla.s.s of wine from Constance or the Cape, you take a cup of coffee, and conclude of course with one or two little gla.s.ses of liquor from the islands, flavoured with cloves or cinnamon, ah, well, you will further heroically the maritime power of France, and do in your sphere as much for the navy as the sailor or the captain. And speaking of captains, lord canon," added the doctor, sadly, "I wish you to observe that among all the shops we have seen, this one alone is empty, because the captain of the ship which has brought all these choice provisions from the Indies and the colonies dares not show himself, while he is under the cloud of your vengeance. I mean, canon, my poor nephew, Captain Horace. He alone has failed to come, to-day, to this family feast."
"Ah, the accursed serpent!" muttered the abbe, "how adroitly he goes to his aim; how well he knows how to wind this miserable brute, Dom Diego, around his finger."
At the name of Captain Horace, the canon started, then relapsed into thoughtful silence.
CHAPTER XIV.
Canon Dom Diego, after a few moments" silence, extended his fat hand to Doctor Gasterini, and, trembling with emotion, said:
"Doctor, Captain Horace cost me my appet.i.te; you have restored it to me, I hope, for the remainder of my life; and much more, you have, according to your promise, proven to me, not by specious reasoning, but by facts and figures, that the gourmand, as you have declared with so much wisdom, accomplishes a high social and political mission in the civilised world; you have delivered me from the pangs of remorse by giving me a knowledge of the n.o.ble task that my epicureanism may perform, and in this sacred duty, doctor, I will not fail. So, in grat.i.tude to you, in appreciation of you, I hope to acquit myself modestly by declaring to you that, not only shall I refuse to enter a complaint against your nephew, Captain Horace, but I cordially bestow upon him the hand of my niece in marriage."
"As I told you, canon," said the abbe, "I was very sure that once this diabolical doctor had you in his clutches, he would do with you all that he desired. Where now are the beautiful resolutions you made this morning?"
"Abbe," replied Dom Diego, in a self-sufficient tone, "I am not a child; I shall know how to stand at the height of the role the doctor has marked out for me."
Then turning to the doctor, he added:
"You can instruct me, sir, what to write; a reliable person will take my letter, and go immediately in your carriage to the convent for my niece, and conduct her to this house."
"Lord Dom Diego," replied the doctor, "you a.s.sure the happiness of our two children, the joy of my declining days, and consequently your satisfaction and pleasure in the indulgence of your appet.i.te, for I shall keep my word; I will make you dine every day better than I made you breakfast the other morning. A wing of this house will henceforth be at your disposal; you will do me the honour of eating at my table, and you see that, after the professions I have chosen for my nieces and nephews,--with the knowledge and taste of an epicure, as I have told you,--my larder and my wine-cellar will be always marvellously well appointed and supplied. I am growing old, I have need of a staff in my old age. Horace and his wife shall never leave me. I shall confide to them the collection of my culinary traditions, that they may transmit them from generation to generation; we shall all live together, and we shall enjoy in turn the practice and philosophy of gluttony, my lord canon."
"Doctor, I set my foot upon the very threshold of paradise!" cried the canon. "Ah, Providence is merciful, it loads a poor sinner like myself with blessings!"
"Heresy! blasphemy! impiety!" cried Abbe Ledoux. "You will be d.a.m.ned, thrice d.a.m.ned, as will be your tempter!"
"Come now, dear abbe," replied the doctor, "none of your tricks. Confess at once that I have convinced you by my reasoning."
"I! I am convinced!"
"Certainly, because I defy you--you and all like you, past, present, or future--to get out of this dilemma."
"Let us hear the dilemma."
"If gluttony is a monstrosity, then frugality pushed to the extreme ought to be a virtue."
"Certainly," answered the abbe.
"Then, my dear abbe, the more frugal a man is, according to your theory, the more deserving is he."
"Evidently, doctor."
"So the man who lives on uncooked roots, and drinks water only for the purpose of self-mortification, would be the type and model of a virtuous man."
"And who doubts it? You can find that celestial type among the anchorites."
"Admirable types, indeed, abbe! Now, according to your ideas of making proselytes, you ought to desire most earnestly that all mankind should approach this type of ideal perfection as nearly as possible,--a man inhabiting a cave and living on roots. The beautiful ideal of your religious society would then be a society of cave-dwellers and root-eaters, administering rough discipline by way of pastime."
"Would to G.o.d it might be so!" sternly answered the abbe; "there would be then as many righteous on the earth as there are men."
"In the first place that would deplete the census considerably, my dear abbe, and afterward there would be the little inconvenience of destroying with one blow all the various industries, the specimens of which we have just been admiring. Without taking into account the industry of weavers who make our cloth, silversmiths who emboss silver plate, fabricators of porcelain and gla.s.s, painters, gilders, who embellish our houses, upholsterers, etc., that is to say, society, in approaching your ideal, would annihilate three-fourths of the most flourishing industries, and, in other words, would return to a savage state."
"Better work out your salvation in a savage state," persisted the opinionated Abbe Ledoux, "than deserve eternal agony by abandoning yourself to the pleasures of a corrupt civilisation."
"What sublime disinterestedness! But then, why leave so generously these renunciations to others, these bitter, cruel privations, abandoning to them your part of paradise, and modestly contenting yourself with easy living here below, sleeping on eider-down, refreshing yourself with cool drinks, and comforting your stomach with warm food? Come, let us talk seriously, and confess that this is a veritable outrage, a veritable blasphemy against the munificence of creation, not to enjoy the thousand good things which she provides for the satisfaction of the creature."
"Pagans, materialists, philosophers!" exclaimed Abbe Ledoux, "who are not able to admit what, in their infernal pride, they are not able to comprehend!"
"Yes, _credo quia absurdum._ This axiom is as old as the world, my dear abbe, but it does not prevent the world"s progress to the overthrow of your theories of privation and renunciation. Thank G.o.d, the world continually seeks welfare! Believe me, it is not necessary to reduce mankind to feeding on roots and drinking water; on the contrary, we ought to work to the end that the largest possible number may live, at least, upon good meats, good poultry, good fruit, good bread, and pure wine. Nature, in her infinite wisdom, has made man insatiable in demands for his body, and in the aspirations of his intelligence, and, if we think only of the wonderful things which man has made to gratify his five senses, for which nature has provided so bountifully, we are struck with admiration. We are then but obeying natural laws to labour with enthusiasm for the comfort and well-being of others, by the consumption and use of these provisions, and, as I told the canon, to do, each in his own sphere, as much as possible; in short, to enjoy without remorse, because--But the clock strikes six; come with me, my lord canon, and write the letter which is to bring your charming niece here. I will take a last look at my laboratory, where two of my best pupils have undertaken duties which I have entrusted to them. The dear abbe will await me in the parlour, for I intend to complete my programme and prove to him, by economic facts, not only the excellence of gluttony, but also of the other pa.s.sions he calls the deadly sins."
"Very well, we will see how far you will push your sacrilegious paradoxes," said Abbe Ledoux, imperturbably. "Besides, all monstrosities are interesting to observe, but, doctor--doctor--three centuries ago, what a magnificient auto da fe they would have made of you!"
"A bad roast, my dear abbe! It would not be worth much more than the result of that hunt that you made in the glorious time of your fanaticism against the Protestants in the mountains of Cevennes. Bad game, abbe. Well, I shall be back soon, my dear guests," said the doctor, taking his departure.
The canon having written to the mother superior of the convent, a man in the confidence of Doctor Gasterini departed in a carriage to fetch Senora Dolores Salcedo, and at the same time to inform Captain Horace and his faithful Sans-Plume that they could come out of their hiding-place.
A half-hour after the departure of this emissary, the canon, the abbe, as well as the nieces and nephews of Doctor Gasterini, and several other guests, met in the doctor"s parlour.