M. Dambreuse, annoyed at the disarrangement of the chairs by this movement, asked what was the matter.
""Tis Madame Regimbart."
"Wait a moment! Regimbart! I know that name. I have come across his signature."
Frederick at length broached the question. Arnoux deserved some consideration; he was even going, for the sole purpose of fulfilling his engagements, to sell a house belonging to his wife.
"She is considered very pretty," said Madame Dambreuse.
The banker added, with a display of good-nature:
"Are you on friendly terms with them--on intimate terms?"
Frederick, without giving an explicit reply, said that he would be very much obliged to him if he considered the matter.
"Well, since it pleases you, be it so; we will wait. I have some time to spare yet; suppose we go down to my office. Would you mind?"
They had finished breakfast. Madame Dambreuse bowed slightly towards Frederick, smiling in a singular fashion, with a mixture of politeness and irony. Frederick had no time to reflect about it, for M. Dambreuse, as soon as they were alone:
"You did not come to get your shares?"
And, without permitting him to make any excuses:
"Well! well! "tis right that you should know a little more about the business."
He offered Frederick a cigarette, and began his statement.
The General Union of French Coal Mines had been const.i.tuted. All that they were waiting for was the order for its incorporation. The mere fact of the amalgamation had diminished the cost of superintendence, and of manual labour, and increased the profits. Besides, the company had conceived a new idea, which was to interest the workmen in its undertaking. It would erect houses for them, healthful dwellings; finally, it would const.i.tute itself the purveyor of its _employes_, and would have everything supplied to them at net prices.
"And they will be the gainers by it, Monsieur: there"s true progress!
that"s the way to reply effectively to certain Republican brawlings. We have on our Board"--he showed the prospectus--"a peer of France, a scholar who is a member of the Inst.i.tute, a retired field-officer of genius. Such elements rea.s.sure the timid capitalists, and appeal to intelligent capitalists!"
The company would have in its favour the sanction of the State, then the railways, the steam service, the metallurgical establishments, the gas companies, and ordinary households.
"Thus we heat, we light, we penetrate to the very hearth of the humblest home. But how, you will say to me, can we be sure of selling? By the aid of protective laws, dear Monsieur, and we shall get them!--that is a matter that concerns us! For my part, however, I am a downright prohibitionist! The country before anything!"
He had been appointed a director; but he had no time to occupy himself with certain details, amongst other things with the editing of their publications.
"I find myself rather muddled with my authors. I have forgotten my Greek. I should want some one who could put my ideas into shape."
And suddenly: "Will you be the man to perform those duties, with the t.i.tle of general secretary?"
Frederick did not know what reply to make.
"Well, what is there to prevent you?"
His functions would be confined to writing a report every year for the shareholders. He would find himself day after day in communication with the most notable men in Paris. Representing the company with the workmen, he would ere long be worshipped by them as a natural consequence, and by this means he would be able, later, to push him into the General Council, and into the position of a deputy.
Frederick"s ears tingled. Whence came this goodwill? He got confused in returning thanks. But it was not necessary, the banker said, that he should be dependent on anyone. The best course was to take some shares, "a splendid investment besides, for your capital guarantees your position, as your position does your capital."
"About how much should it amount to?" said Frederick.
"Oh, well! whatever you please--from forty to sixty thousand francs, I suppose."
This sum was so trifling in M. Dambreuse"s eyes, and his authority was so great, that the young man resolved immediately to sell a farm.
He accepted the offer. M. Dambreuse was to select one of his disengaged days for an appointment in order to finish their arrangements.
"So I can say to Jacques Arnoux----?"
"Anything you like--the poor chap--anything you like!"
Frederick wrote to the Arnouxs" to make their minds easy, and he despatched the letter by a man-servant, who brought back the letter: "All right!" His action in the matter deserved better recognition. He expected a visit, or, at least, a letter. He did not receive a visit, and no letter arrived.
Was it forgetfulness on their part, or was it intentional? Since Madame Arnoux had come once, what was to prevent her from coming again? The species of confidence, of avowal, of which she had made him the recipient on the occasion, was nothing better, then, than a manoeuvre which she had executed through interested motives.
"Are they playing on me? and is she an accomplice of her husband?" A sort of shame, in spite of his desire, prevented him from returning to their house.
One morning (three weeks after their interview), M. Dambreuse wrote to him, saying that he expected him the same day in an hour"s time.
On the way, the thought of Arnoux oppressed him once more, and, not having been able to discover any reason for his conduct, he was seized with a feeling of wretchedness, a melancholy presentiment. In order to shake it off, he hailed a cab, and drove to the Rue de Paradis.
Arnoux was away travelling.
"And Madame?"
"In the country, at the works."
"When is Monsieur coming back?"
"To-morrow, without fail."
He would find her alone; this was the opportune moment. Something imperious seemed to cry out in the depths of his consciousness: "Go, then, and meet her!"
But M. Dambreuse? "Ah! well, so much the worse. I"ll say that I was ill."
He rushed to the railway-station, and, as soon as he was in the carriage:
"Perhaps I have done wrong. Pshaw! what does it matter?"
Green plains stretched out to the right and to the left. The train rolled on. The little station-houses glistened like stage-scenery, and the smoke of the locomotive kept constantly sending forth on the same side its big fleecy ma.s.ses, which danced for a little while on the gra.s.s, and were then dispersed.
Frederick, who sat alone in his compartment, gazed at these objects through sheer weariness, lost in that languor which is produced by the very excess of impatience. But cranes and warehouses presently appeared.
They had reached Creil.
The town, built on the slopes of two low-lying hills (the first of which was bare, and the second crowned by a wood), with its church-tower, its houses of unequal size, and its stone bridge, seemed to him to present an aspect of mingled gaiety, reserve, and propriety. A long flat barge descended to the edge of the water, which leaped up under the lash of the wind.
Fowl perched on the straw at the foot of the crucifix erected on the spot; a woman pa.s.sed with some wet linen on her head.