"If what I call ideals were really prejudices, would it be honest of me to run counter to them whilst holding them?"
"If I could convince you that you are mistaken! I could help you so much to find a worthy employment for the talents you possess. In the service of the King you would prosper quickly. Will you think of it, Andre-Louis, and let us talk of this again?"
He answered her with formal, chill politeness.
"I fear that it would be idle, madame. Yet your interest in me is very flattering, and I thank you. It is unfortunate for me that I am so headstrong."
"And now who deals in insincerity?" she asked him.
"Ah, but you see, madame, it is an insincerity that does not mislead."
And then M. de Kercadiou came in through the window again, and announced fussily that he must be getting back to Meudon, and that he would take his G.o.dson with him and set him down at the Rue du Hasard.
"You must bring him again, Quintin," the Countess said, as they took their leave of her.
"Some day, perhaps," said M. de Kercadiou vaguely, and swept his G.o.dson out.
In the carriage he asked him bluntly of what madame had talked.
"She was very kind--a sweet woman," said Andre-Louis pensively.
"Devil take you, I didn"t ask you the opinion that you presume to have formed of her. I asked you what she said to you."
"She strove to point out to me the error of my ways. She spoke of great things that I might do--to which she would very kindly help me--if I were to come to my senses. But as miracles do not happen, I gave her little encouragement to hope."
"I see. I see. Did she say anything else?"
He was so peremptory that Andre-Louis turned to look at him.
"What else did you expect her to say, monsieur my G.o.dfather?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Then she fulfilled your expectations."
"Eh? Oh, a thousand devils, why can"t you express yourself in a sensible manner that a plain man can understand without having to think about it?"
He sulked after that most of the way to the Rue du Hasard, or so it seemed to Andre-Louis. At least he sat silent, gloomily thoughtful to judge by his expression.
"You may come and see us soon again at Meudon," he told Andre-Louis at parting. "But please remember--no revolutionary politics in future, if we are to remain friends."
CHAPTER VI. POLITICIANS
One morning in August the academy in the Rue du Hasard was invaded by Le Chapelier accompanied by a man of remarkable appearance, whose herculean stature and disfigured countenance seemed vaguely familiar to Andre-Louis. He was a man of little, if anything, over thirty, with small bright eyes buried in an enormous face. His cheek-bones were prominent, his nose awry, as if it had been broken by a blow, and his mouth was rendered almost shapeless by the scars of another injury. (A bull had horned him in the face when he was but a lad.) As if that were not enough to render his appearance terrible, his cheeks were deeply pock-marked. He was dressed untidily in a long scarlet coat that descended almost to his ankles, soiled buckskin breeches and boots with reversed tops. His shirt, none too clean, was open at the throat, the collar hanging limply over an unknotted cravat, displaying fully the muscular neck that rose like a pillar from his ma.s.sive shoulders. He swung a cane that was almost a club in his left hand, and there was a c.o.c.kade in his biscuit-coloured, conical hat. He carried himself with an aggressive, masterful air, that great head of his thrown back as if he were eternally at defiance.
Le Chapelier, whose manner was very grave, named him to Andre-Louis.
"This is M. Danton, a brother-lawyer, President of the Cordeliers, of whom you will have heard."
Of course Andre-Louis had heard of him. Who had not, by then?
Looking at him now with interest, Andre-Louis wondered how it came that all, or nearly all the leading innovators, were pock-marked. Mirabeau, the journalist Desmoulins, the philanthropist Marat, Robespierre the little lawyer from Arras, this formidable fellow Danton, and several others he could call to mind all bore upon them the scars of smallpox.
Almost he began to wonder was there any connection between the two.
Did an attack of smallpox produce certain moral results which found expression in this way?
He dismissed the idle speculation, or rather it was shattered by the startling thunder of Danton"s voice.
"This ------ Chapelier has told me of you. He says that you are a patriotic ------."
More than by the tone was Andre-Louis startled by the obscenities with which the Colossus did not hesitate to interlard his first speech to a total stranger. He laughed outright. There was nothing else to do.
"If he has told you that, he has told you more than the truth! I am a patriot. The rest my modesty compels me to disavow."
"You"re a joker too, it seems," roared the other, but he laughed nevertheless, and the volume of it shook the windows. "There"s no offence in me. I am like that."
"What a pity," said Andre-Louis.
It disconcerted the king of the markets. "Eh? what"s this, Chapelier?
Does he give himself airs, your friend here?"
The spruce Breton, a very pet.i.t-maitre in appearance by contrast with his companion, but nevertheless of a down-right manner quite equal to Danton"s in brutality, though dispensing with the emphasis of foulness, shrugged as he answered him:
"It is merely that he doesn"t like your manners, which is not at all surprising. They are execrable."
"Ah, bah! You are all like that, you ------ Bretons. Let"s come to business. You"ll have heard what took place in the a.s.sembly yesterday?
You haven"t? My G.o.d, where do you live? Have you heard that this scoundrel who calls himself King of France gave pa.s.sage across French soil the other day to Austrian troops going to crush those who fight for liberty in Belgium? Have you heard that, by any chance?"
"Yes," said Andre-Louis coldly, masking his irritation before the other"s hectoring manner. "I have heard that."
"Oh! And what do you think of it?" Arms akimbo, the Colossus towered above him.
Andre-Louis turned aside to Le Chapelier.
"I don"t think I understand. Have you brought this gentleman here to examine my conscience?"
"Name of a name! He"s p.r.i.c.kly as a ------ porcupine!" Danton protested.
"No, no." Le Chapelier was conciliatory, seeking to provide an antidote to the irritant administered by his companion. "We require your help, Andre. Danton here thinks that you are the very man for us. Listen now..."
"That"s it. You tell him," Danton agreed. "You both talk the same mincing--sort of French. He"ll probably understand you."
Le Chapelier went on without heeding the interruption. "This violation by the King of the obvious rights of a country engaged in framing a const.i.tution that shall make it free has shattered every philanthropic illusion we still cherished. There are those who go so far as to proclaim the King the vowed enemy of France. But that, of course, is excessive."
"Who says so?" blazed Danton, and swore horribly by way of conveying his total disagreement.