"It has cost me much to believe it; but I can no longer have any doubt."
"I regret your annoyance from the bottom of my heart; but allow me to doubt it absolutely...."
"Do you know who the infamous wretch is who has dishonored my name,"
demanded Senor de Rivera, coming closer and speaking into Miguel"s ear,--"This viper, also, I have warmed in my bosom!"
"Who?"
"Facundo! My fraternal friend, Facundo!"
"Senor Hojeda!"
"Not another word more!" exclaimed Don Bernardo, raising his arm majestically. "You are a member of my family; you are married, and I have told you my secret--to prepare your mind. A terrible catastrophe is threatening all our heads."
"But, uncle!"
"Not another word!"
Don Bernardo immediately grasped the rings, energetically raised his feet, and began to do "the siren."
Miguel left the library, convinced that if his uncle was not already crazy, he was in a fair way to go to the mad-ouse.
XI.
"FELLOW CITIZENS: the cry of liberty raised in Cadiz re-echoes all over the peninsula. Citizens, be proud! be proud of the name of liberals! The sun of liberty has at last pierced through the fogs of tyranny which have dimmed it for so many centuries, and it shines more gloriously bright than ever before, ready to blot out the miserable traces of a deadly and spurious brood...."
These and other similar metaphors the hirsute Marroquin was shouting from one of the balconies of the editorial office of _La Independencia_.
He was surrounded by about half a dozen red banners, and his face was distorted by emotion, and his hands were tremulous. At his side could be seen some of his comrades, all rather pale, though not as pale as he.
Now and then the orator turned to them as though demanding their concurrence, and this was for the most part generously granted, all murmuring, in a low voice, at the end of each period. _bravo! bravo!_ and other exclamations which imparted a new and powerful inspiration to the professor for continuing his harangue to the ma.s.ses.
The ma.s.ses, packed together in the Calle del Lobo, were listening with open mouths, and with their shouts and acclamations were likewise filling him with new spirit.
When at last all his astronomical metaphors were exhausted, and he had nothing more to say, he gathered all his forces and screamed in a stentorian voice:--
"Citizens! Long live liberty!"
"_Vivaaaaa!_"
"Long live the sovereign people!"
"_Vivaaaaa!_"
And now, having finished his discourse, he withdrew from the balcony.
A voice shouted from the street:--
"Down with property!"
"_Abajoooo!_"
The throng again started on its march, and in a short time Marroquin and all his comrades had joined it, raising aloft a tremendous blue standard on which could be read these words:--
"IMMEDIATE ABOLITION OF RELIGION AND THE CLERGY!"
All was tumult, noise, and gayety on that day, the thirtieth of September, in the capital of Spain. Bra.s.s bands marched through the street, playing patriotic airs; all the balconies (especial pains were taken that there should be no exceptions) were decked with variegated hangings; the church bells pealed forth a hypocritical jubilee; triumphal arches were built in all haste on the princ.i.p.al streets to receive the conquerors of Alcolea, the emigres and martyrs of the revolution; numerous patriotic crowds rushed through the city, ready at any instant to listen to the words of all the orators, more or less improvised for the occasion.
The one which Marroquin had joined was not the least noisy and enthusiastic.
Miguel was informed of its exploits by his ancient professor, Don Juan Vigil, the chaplain of the Colegio de la Merced, whom he met a few days afterwards in the street.
"You have triumphed. _Barajoles!_ G.o.d knows I am proud of you and other good friends whom I have had in the thick of the affair. The only thing that I regret is the excesses, don"t you know? the excesses against our Holy Mother, the Church.... In front of the house pa.s.sed that hog of a Marroquin at the head of a regular mob; I saw that you were not with him, and I congratulate you for not being mixed up with such rude people.... He had a card on which was printed, _Down with religion and the clergy!_ He appeared in front of the college, and began to wave the flag, bellowing like a calf: "Death to the priest! Down with the night-hawks!""
"I was standing behind the blinds, and _barajoles_! I felt strongly like going down into the street and giving the hog a good basting!"
Miguel could not restrain a smile as he remembered the slaps which, in days gone by, the priest had given him, and, lest the reason for his smile should be misinterpreted, he hastened to say:--
"Don"t you remember, Don Juan, the caning which you gave me one day for having shouted during recess time, _Viva Garibaldi_?"
"Certainly I remember. And you did not thank me for it, I wager?"
"Not at all."
"That is the way! Do your best to inculcate in your pupils sound ideas of religion and morals, direct their steps in the path of virtue, correct their faults with paternal hand, and then when they become men they do not even thank you for all your vigilance!"
"Let us not dispute about that, Don Juan; for that I thank you with all my heart; but the canings, paternal as they may seem, I shall never feel grateful for--not a shilling"s worth!"
"That is all right; I won"t say anything more about the matter; the greatest reward for my cares is to see you an earnest man, and well received in society.... But, by the way, you can"t imagine the sensation that this devil of a Brutandor gave me the other day. I was walking down the Calle de Alcala, with the purpose of witnessing the entrance of the leaders of liberty (as you call them now). I was accompanied by the mayordomo and two pupils, when I saw in the procession, lounging in a barouche in which rode two generals in full uniform, my Brutandor, saluting the people as though he were an emperor!... _Ave Maria Purisima!_ I said to myself, making the sign of the cross; I could scarcely believe the evidence of my own eyes. Of course I knew that this clown mixed in politics, and that he had s...o...b..red a few articles in the papers, although I always imagine that they are about as much his as the compositions that you used to write for him in school; but how could I ever imagine that I should be destined to behold him transformed into a person of importance, riding underneath the triumphal arches as though he had just been conquering the Gauls or overcoming the Scythians? And I declare the idiot was swelling up, swaying round in the barouche, as though he had ridden all his life in one!"
"You have always been unjust toward Mendoza, Don Juan. More portentous things than that remain to be seen."
"I believe you, even if you don"t take your oath on it. If these are the men by whom you expect to regenerate the country, I have no doubt that I shall see him very soon made into mince-meat."
And cursing the glorious revolution, and scorning in the person of Brutandor the whole confraternity, he took a most friendly farewell of Rivera, for whom he had never ceased to feel a genuine fondness.
Little had Miguel cared for the revolutionary movement, although he figured as one of the most earnest adepts of democratic doctrines. The cultivation of his mind by an incessant devotion to the best reading, and his domestic life, took too much of his attention for him to give to politics more than a very small part of his energies; the very journal, the management of which he had taken hold of with enthusiasm, began to bore him; the everlasting polemics, the disgusting phraseology of the leaders, soon wearied him, and he longed for the time to come when he could resign his position, and give himself altogether to more serious and useful labors.
He was happy in his home life, but not in the way that he had expected to be. For he had imagined before he was married that love and the joyful experiences which love would bring would be sufficient to fill his life absolutely and entirely, without leaving him time or desire for other things. And to discover that love occupied in his life a place apparently accessory or secondary, and that he was constantly occupied in other pursuits, some pertaining to his outward life, others to his studies and thoughts; that a slight disappointment would annoy him, and any inappropriate word vex him as much as before; that time and again he would return home from the cafe stirred up by some discussion, and his wife"s caresses were not enough to calm him,--all this surprised him, and he was obliged to confess that domestic life had to take a place subordinate to other influences and pursuits.
Maximina herself had sometimes to suffer for the outside annoyances caused by others; when he was in an irritable frame of mind, it took a very slight annoyance to upset him; and although he was conscious of his unfairness, he nevertheless did not fail to speak his mind to his wife when the neatness of his room, or of his linen, or any trifling detail was not up to the mark.
To be sure, as soon as he saw her eyes fill with tears, he was sorry, and immediately gave her a loving embrace and many kisses. As for Maximina, as soon as she felt her husband"s lips on her face, all her griefs would fade away as if by magic; so that their quarrels--if such a name can be applied when one does the disputing and the other makes no reply--never lasted more than a few minutes.
In a word, as our hero suffered from the complaint, which among children is called _mimos_, or--what amounts to the same thing--as he was accustomed to see his wife constantly sweet-tempered, affectionate, and patient, it never once occurred to him that she could be anything else, and for that very reason he could not appreciate the value of that peace and home comfort which so many men seek in vain.