"Promises are so convenient!"
"Good G.o.d! I don"t deny that I gave them!" said Frederick.
The advocate went on:
"At college we take oaths; we are going to set up a phalanx; we are going to imitate Balzac"s Thirteen. Then, on meeting a friend after a separation: "Good night, old fellow! Go about your business!" For he who might help the other carefully keeps everything for himself alone."
"How is that?"
"Yes, you have not even introduced me to the Dambreuses."
Frederick cast a scrutinising glance at him. With his shabby frock-coat, his spectacles of rough gla.s.s, and his sallow face, that advocate seemed to him such a typical specimen of the penniless pedant that he could not prevent his lips from curling with a disdainful smile.
Deslauriers perceived this, and reddened.
He had already taken his hat to leave. Hussonnet, filled with uneasiness, tried to mollify him with appealing looks, and, as Frederick was turning his back on him:
"Look here, my boy, become my Maecenas! Protect the arts!"
Frederick, with an abrupt movement of resignation, took a sheet of paper, and, having scrawled some lines on it, handed it to him. The Bohemian"s face lighted up.
Then, pa.s.sing across the sheet of paper to Deslauriers:
"Apologise, my fine fellow!"
Their friend begged his notary to send him fifteen thousand francs as quickly as possible.
"Ah! I recognise you in that," said Deslauriers.
"On the faith of a gentleman," added the Bohemian, "you are a n.o.ble fellow, you"ll be placed in the gallery of useful men!"
The advocate remarked:
"You"ll lose nothing by it, "tis an excellent speculation."
"Faith," exclaimed Hussonnet, "I"d stake my head at the scaffold on its success!"
And he said so many foolish things, and promised so many wonderful things, in which perhaps he believed, that Frederick did not know whether he did this in order to laugh at others or at himself.
The same evening he received a letter from his mother. She expressed astonishment at not seeing him yet a minister, while indulging in a little banter at his expense. Then she spoke of her health, and informed him that M. Roque had now become one of her visitors.
"Since he is a widower, I thought there would be no objection to inviting him to the house. Louise is greatly changed for the better."
And in a postscript: "You have told me nothing about your fine acquaintance, M. Dambreuse; if I were you, I would make use of him."
Why not? His intellectual ambitions had left him, and his fortune (he saw it clearly) was insufficient, for when his debts had been paid, and the sum agreed on remitted to the others, his income would be diminished by four thousand at least! Moreover, he felt the need of giving up this sort of life, and attaching himself to some pursuit. So, next day, when dining at Madame Arnoux"s, he said that his mother was tormenting him in order to make him take up a profession.
"But I was under the impression," she said, "that M. Dambreuse was going to get you into the Council of State? That would suit you very well."
So, then, she wished him to take this course. He regarded her wish as a command.
The banker, as on the first occasion, was seated at his desk, and, with a gesture, intimated that he desired Frederick to wait a few minutes; for a gentleman who was standing at the door with his back turned had been discussing some serious topic with him.
The subject of their conversation was the proposed amalgamation of the different coal-mining companies.
On each side of the gla.s.s hung portraits of General Foy and Louis Philippe. Cardboard shelves rose along the panels up to the ceiling, and there were six straw chairs, M. Dambreuse not requiring a more fashionably-furnished apartment for the transaction of business. It resembled those gloomy kitchens in which great banquets are prepared.
Frederick noticed particularly two chests of prodigious size which stood in the corners. He asked himself how many millions they might contain.
The banker unlocked one of them, and as the iron plate revolved, it disclosed to view nothing inside but blue paper books full of entries.
At last, the person who had been talking to M. Dambreuse pa.s.sed in front of Frederick. It was Pere Oudry. The two saluted one another, their faces colouring--a circ.u.mstance which surprised M. Dambreuse. However, he exhibited the utmost affability, observing that nothing would be easier than to recommend the young man to the Keeper of the Seals. They would be too happy to have him, he added, concluding his polite attentions by inviting him to an evening party which he would be giving in a few days.
Frederick was stepping into a brougham on his way to this party when a note from the Marechale reached him. By the light of the carriage-lamps he read:
"Darling, I have followed your advice: I have just expelled my savage.
After to-morrow evening, liberty! Say whether I am not brave!"
Nothing more. But it was clearly an invitation to him to take the vacant place. He uttered an exclamation, squeezed the note into his pocket, and set forth.
Two munic.i.p.al guards on horseback were stationed in the street. A row of lamps burned on the two front gates, and some servants were calling out in the courtyard to have the carriages brought up to the end of the steps before the house under the marquee.
Then suddenly the noise in the vestibule ceased.
Large trees filled up the s.p.a.ce in front of the staircase. The porcelain globes shed a light which waved like white moire satin on the walls.
Frederick rushed up the steps in a joyous frame of mind. An usher announced his name. M. Dambreuse extended his hand. Almost at the very same moment, Madame Dambreuse appeared. She wore a mauve dress trimmed with lace. The ringlets of her hair were more abundant than usual, and not a single jewel did she display.
She complained of his coming to visit them so rarely, and seized the opportunity to exchange a few confidential words with him.
The guests began to arrive. In their mode of bowing they twisted their bodies on one side or bent in two, or merely lowered their heads a little. Then, a married pair, a family pa.s.sed in, and all scattered themselves about the drawing-room, which was already filled. Under the chandelier in the centre, an enormous ottoman-seat supported a stand, the flowers of which, bending forward, like plumes of feathers, hung over the heads of the ladies seated all around in a ring, while others occupied the easy-chairs, which formed two straight lines symmetrically interrupted by the large velvet curtains of the windows and the lofty bays of the doors with their gilded lintels.
The crowd of men who remained standing on the floor with their hats in their hands seemed, at some distance, like one black ma.s.s, into which the ribbons in the b.u.t.ton-holes introduced red points here and there, and rendered all the more dull the monotonous whiteness of their cravats. With the exception of the very young men with the down on their faces, all appeared to be bored. Some dandies, with an expression of sullenness on their countenances, were swinging on their heels. There were numbers of men with grey hair or wigs. Here and there glistened a bald pate; and the visages of many of these men, either purple or exceedingly pale, showed in their worn aspect the traces of immense fatigues: for they were persons who devoted themselves either to political or commercial pursuits. M. Dambreuse had also invited a number of scholars and magistrates, two or three celebrated doctors, and he deprecated with an air of humility the eulogies which they p.r.o.nounced on his entertainment and the allusions to his wealth.
An immense number of men-servants, with fine gold-laced livery, kept moving about on every side. The large branched candlesticks, like bouquets of flame, threw a glow over the hangings. They were reflected in the mirrors; and at the bottom of the dining-room, which was adorned with a jessamine treillage, the side-board resembled the high altar of a cathedral or an exhibition of jewellery, there were so many dishes, bells, knives and forks, silver and silver-gilt spoons in the midst of crystal ware glittering with iridescence.
The three other reception-rooms overflowed with artistic objects--landscapes by great masters on the walls, ivory and porcelain at the sides of the tables, and Chinese ornaments on the brackets.
Lacquered screens were displayed in front of the windows, cl.u.s.ters of camelias rose above the mantel-shelves, and a light music vibrated in the distance, like the humming of bees.
The quadrilles were not numerous, and the dancers, judged by the indifferent fashion in which they dragged their pumps after them, seemed to be going through the performance of a duty.
Frederick heard some phrases, such as the following:
"Were you at the last charity fete at the Hotel Lambert, Mademoiselle?"
"No, Monsieur." "It will soon be intolerably warm here." "Oh! yes, indeed; quite suffocating!" "Whose polka, pray, is this?" "Good heavens, Madame, I don"t know!"
And, behind him, three greybeards, who had posted themselves in the recess of a window, were whispering some _risque_ remarks. A sportsman told a hunting story, while a Legitimist carried on an argument with an Orleanist. And, wandering about from one group to another, he reached the card-room, where, in the midst of grave-looking men gathered in a circle, he recognised Martinon, now attached to the Bar of the capital.
His big face, with its waxen complexion, filled up the s.p.a.ce encircled by his collar-like beard, which was a marvel with its even surface of black hair; and, observing the golden mean between the elegance which his age might yearn for and the dignity which his profession exacted from him, he kept his thumbs stuck under his armpits, according to the custom of beaux, and then put his hands into his waistcoat pockets after the manner of learned personages. Though his boots were polished to excess, he kept his temples shaved in order to have the forehead of a thinker.
After he had addressed a few chilling words to Frederick, he turned once more towards those who were chatting around him. A land-owner was saying: "This is a cla.s.s of men that dreams of upsetting society."