"Sir," he observed, "this little travesty reminds me of a quaint story.
It was in 1746, when I was completing my noviciate under the care of the Pere Magitot, a man well on in years, of deep learning and austere morals. At that period, you perhaps remember, dancing figures, intended in the first instance to amuse children, exercised over women and even over men, both young and old, an extraordinary fascination; they were all the rage in Paris. The fashionable shops were crammed with them; they were to be found in the houses of people of quality, and it was nothing out of the way to see a grave and reverend senior dancing his doll in the streets and public gardens. The Pere Magitot"s age, character, and sacred profession did not avail to guard him against infection. Every time he saw anyone busy jumping his cardboard mannikin, his fingers itched with impatience to be at the same game,--an impatience that soon grew well nigh intolerable. One day when he was paying a visit of importance on a matter involving the interests of the whole Order to Monsieur Chauvel, advocate in the courts of the Parlement, noticing one of these dancers hanging from the chimney-piece, he felt a terrible temptation to pull its string, which he only resisted at the cost of a tremendous effort. But this frivolous ambition pursued him everywhere and left him no peace. In his studies, in his meditations, in his prayers, at church, at chapter, in the confessional and in the pulpit, he was possessed by it. After some days of dreadful agony of mind, he laid bare his extraordinary case to the General of the Order, who happened fortunately to be in Paris at the moment. He was an eminent ecclesiastic of Milan, a Doctor and Prince of the Church. His counsel to the Pere Magitot was to satisfy a craving, innocent in its inception, importunate in its consequences and inordinate in its excess, which threatened to super induce the gravest disorders in the soul which was afflicted with it. On the advice, or more strictly by the order of the General, the Pere Magitot returned to Monsieur Chauvel"s house, where the advocate received him, as on the first occasion, in his cabinet. There, finding the dancing figure still fastened in the same place, he ran excitedly to the chimney-piece and begged his host to do him a favour,--to let him pull the string. The lawyer gave him his permission very readily, and informed him in confidence that sometimes he set Scaramouch (that was the doll"s name) dancing while he was studying his briefs, and that, only the night before, he had modulated on Scaramouch"s movements the peroration of his speech in defence of a woman falsely accused of poisoning her husband. The Pere Magitot seized the string with trembling fingers and saw Scaramouch throw his limbs wildly about under his manipulation like one possessed of devils in the agonies of exorcism."
"Your tale does not surprise me, father," Brotteaux told him, "We see such cases of obsession; but it is not always cardboard figures that occasion it."
The Pere Longuemare, who was religious by profession, never talked about religion, while Brotteaux was for ever harping on the subject. He was conscious of a bond of sympathy between himself and the Barnabite, and took a delight in embarra.s.sing and disturbing his peace of mind with objections against divers articles of the Christian faith.
Once when they were working together making Zerlines and Scaramouches:
"When I consider," remarked Brotteaux, "the events which have brought us to the point at which we stand, I am in doubt as to which party, in the general madness, has been the most insane; sometimes, I am greatly tempted to believe it was that of the Court."
"Sir," answered the Monk, "all men lose their wits like Nebuchadnezzar, when G.o.d forsakes them; but no man in our days ever plunged so deep in ignorance and error as the Abbe Fauchet, no man was so fatal as he to the kingdom. G.o.d must needs have been sorely exasperated against France to send her Monsieur l"Abbe Fauchet!"
"I imagine we have seen other evil-doers besides poor, unhappy Fauchet."
"The Abbe Gregoire too, was full of malice."
"And Brissot, and Danton, and Marat, and a hundred others, what of them, Father?"
"Sir, they are laics; the laity could never incur the same responsibilities as the clergy. They do not work evil from so high a standpoint, and their crimes are not of universal bearing."
"And your G.o.d, Father, what say you of His behaviour in the present Revolution?"
"I do not understand you, sir."
"Epicurus said: Either G.o.d wishes to hinder evil and cannot, or He can and does not wish to, or He cannot nor does he wish to, or He does wish to and can. If He wishes to and cannot, He is impotent; if He can and does not wish to, He is perverse; if He cannot nor does He wish to, He is impotent and perverse; if He does wish to and can, why does He not, tell me that, Father!"--and Brotteaux cast a look of triumph at his interlocutor.
"Sir," retorted the Monk, "there is nothing more contemptible than these difficulties you raise. When I look into the reasoning of infidels, I seem to see ants piling up a few blades of gra.s.s as a dam against the torrent that sweeps down from the mountains. With your leave, I had rather not argue with you; I should have too many excellent reasons and too few wits to apply them. Besides, you will find your refutation in the Abbe Guenee and twenty other apologists. I will only say that what you quote from Epicurus is foolishness; because G.o.d is arraigned in it as if he was a man, with a man"s moral code. Well! sir, the sceptics, from Celsus down to Bayle and Voltaire, have cajoled fools with such-like paradoxes."
"See, Father," protested Brotteaux, "to what lengths your faith makes you go. Not satisfied with finding all truth in your Theology, you likewise refuse to discover any in the works of so many n.o.ble intellects who thought differently from yourselves."
"You are entirely mistaken, sir," replied Longuemare. "On the contrary, I believe that nothing could ever be altogether false in a man"s thoughts. The atheists stand on the lowest rung of the ladder of knowledge; but even there, gleams of sense are to be found and flashes of truth, and even when darkness is thick about him, a man may lift up his eyes to G.o.d, and He will put understanding in his heart; was it not so with Lucifer?"
"Well, sir," said Brotteaux, "I cannot match your generosity and I am bound to tell you I cannot find in all the works of the Theologians one atom of good sense."
At the same time he would repudiate any desire to attack religion, which he deemed indispensable for the nations; he could only wish it had for its ministers philosophers instead of controversialists. He deplored the fact that the Jacobins were for replacing it by a newer and more pestilent religion, the cult of liberty, equality, the republic, the fatherland. He had observed this, that it is in the vigour of their youth religions are the fiercest and most cruel, and grow milder as they grow older. He was anxious, therefore, to see Catholicism preserved; it had devoured many victims in the times of its vigour, but nowadays, burdened by the weight of years and with enfeebled appet.i.te, it was content with roasting four or five heretics in a hundred years.
"As a matter of fact," he concluded, "I have always got on very well with your G.o.d-eaters and Christ-worshippers. I kept a chaplain at Les Ilettes, where Ma.s.s was said every Sunday and all my guests attended.
The philosophers were the most devout while the opera girls showed the most fervour. I was prosperous then and had crowds of friends."
"Friends," exclaimed the Pere Longuemare, "friends! Ah! sir, do you really think they loved you, all these philosophers and all these courtesans, who have degraded your soul in such wise that G.o.d himself would find it hard to know it for one of the temples built by Him for His glory?"
The Pere Longuemare lived for a week longer at the publican"s without being interfered with. As far as possible he observed the discipline of his House and every night at the canonical hours would rise from his pallia.s.se to kneel on the bare boards and recite the offices. Though both were reduced to a diet of wretched sc.r.a.ps, he duly observed fasts and abstinence. A smiling but pitiful spectator of these austerities, Brotteaux one day asked him:
"Do you really believe that G.o.d finds any satisfaction in seeing you endure cold and hunger as you do?"
"G.o.d himself," was the Monk"s answer, "has given us the example of suffering."
On the ninth day since the Barnabite had come to share the philosopher"s garret, the latter sallied forth at twilight to deliver his dancing-dolls to Joly, the toy-merchant of the Rue Neuve-des-Pet.i.ts-Champs. He was on his way back overjoyed at having sold them all, when, as he was crossing the erstwhile Place du Carrousel, a girl in a blue satin pelisse trimmed with ermine, running by with a limping gait, threw herself into his arms and held him fast in the way suppliants have had since the world began.
She was trembling and her heart was beating so fast and loud it could be plainly heard. Wondering to see one of her common sort look so pathetic, Brotteaux, a veteran amateur of the stage, thought how Mademoiselle Raucourt, if she could have seen her, might have learnt something from her bearing.
She spoke in breathless tones, lowering her voice to a whisper for fear of being overheard by the pa.s.sers-by:
"Take me with you, _citoyen_, and hide me, for the love of pity!... They are in my room in the Rue Fromenteau. While they were coming upstairs, I ran for refuge into Flora"s room,--she is my next-door neighbour,--and leapt out of the window into the street, that is how I sprained my ankle.... They are coming; they want to put me in prison and kill me....
Last week they killed Virginie."
Brotteaux understood, of course, that the child was speaking of the delegates of the Revolutionary Committee of the Section or else the Commissaries of the Committee of General Security. At that time the Commune had as _procureur_ a man of virtue, the _citoyen_ Chaumette who regarded the ladies of pleasure as the direct foes of the Republic and hara.s.sed them unmercifully in his efforts to regenerate the Nation"s morals. To tell the truth, the young ladies of the Palais-egalite were no great patriots. They regretted the old state of things and did not always conceal the fact. Several had been guillotined already as conspirators, and their tragic fate had excited no little emulation among their fellows.
The _citoyen_ Brotteaux asked the suppliant what offence she had been guilty of to bring down on herself a warrant of arrest.
She swore she had no notion, that she had done nothing anyone could blame her for.
"Well then, my girl," Brotteaux told her, "you are not suspect; you have nothing to fear. Be off with you to bed and leave me alone."
At this she confessed everything:
"I tore out my c.o.c.kade and shouted: "Vive le roi!""
He walked down to the river-side and she kept by his side along the deserted _quais_. Clinging to his arm she went on:
"It is not that I care for him particularly, the King, you know; I never knew him, and I daresay he wasn"t very much different from other men.
But they are bad people. They are cruel to poor girls. They torment and vex and abuse me in every kind of way; they want to stop me following my trade. I have no other trade. You may be sure, if I had, I should not be doing what I do.... What is it they want? They are so hard on poor humble folks, the milkman, the charcoalman, the water carrier, the laundress. They won"t rest content till they"ve set all poor people against them."
He looked at her; she seemed a mere child. She was no longer afraid; she was almost smiling, as she limped along lightly at his side. He asked her her name. She said she was called Athenas and was sixteen.
Brotteaux offered to see her safe to anywhere she wished to go. She did not know a soul in Paris; but she had an aunt, in service at Palaiseau, who would take her in.
Brotteaux made up his mind at once.
"Come with me, my child," he ordered, and led the way home, with her hanging on his arm.
On his arrival, he found the Pere Longuemare in the garret reading his breviary.
Holding Athenas by the hand, he drew the other"s attention to her:
"Father," he said, "here is a girl from the Rue Fromenteau who has been shouting: "Vive le roi!" The revolutionary police are on her track. She has nowhere to lay head. Will you allow the girl to pa.s.s the night here?"
The Pere Longuemare closed his breviary.
"If I understand you right," he said, "you ask me, sir, if this young girl, who is like myself subject to be molested under a warrant of arrest, may be suffered, for her temporal salvation, to spend the night in the same room as I?"
"Yes, Father."
"By what right should I object? and why must I suppose myself affronted by her presence? am I so sure that I am any better than she?"
He established himself for the night in an old broken-down armchair, declaring he should sleep excellently in it. Athenas lay on the mattress. Brotteaux stretched himself on the pallia.s.se and blew out the candle.