Lucile was caught in the stream of those who were entering and carried inside. She had expected to find a seat, but, in view of a great crowd, all the chairs had been removed from the body of the hall, and only standing2 room remained. In this solid mass of humanity she found herself an atom. To move was difficult; to go back almost impossible.
It was a striking scene. The hall, which was hung with flags, was crowded to overflowing3; a long gallery, which ran round three sides, was densely4 packed to the very ceiling; the flaring5 gas-jets threw their yellow light on thousands of faces. The large majority of the audience were men, but Lucile noticed with relief that there were several women present. A platform at the far end of the hall displayed the customary table and the inevitable6 glass of water. In front of the platform were two long rows of reporters, getting their pads and pencils ready,—a kind of orchestra. Behind and above were again rows and rows of chairs filled by the numerous delegates, officials, and secretaries of the various political clubs and organisations, each distinguished7 by the badge and sash of his society. Moret had exerted himself to whip up the utmost power of the Party, and had certainly succeeded in organising the greatest demonstration8 Laurania had ever seen. All the political forces arrayed against the Government were represented.
There was a loud hum of conversation, broken at intervals9 by cheers and the choruses of patriotic10 songs. Suddenly the clock in the tower of the building chimed the hour. At the same instant, from a doorway11 on the right of the platform, Savrola entered, followed by Godoy, Moret, Renos, and several other prominent leaders of the movement. He made his way along the row of chairs, until he reached that on the right of the table, sat down and looked quietly about him. There was a storm of discordant12 shouting, no two men seeming to hold the same opinion. At one moment it sounded as if all were cheering; at another hoots13 and groans14 obtained the supremacy15. The meeting in fact was about equally divided. The extreme sections of the Reform' Party, regarding Savrola's attendance at the ball as an action of the grossest treachery, howled with fury at him; the more moderate cheered him as the safest man to cling to in times of civil disturbance16. The delegates and regular officials, who occupied the chairs on the platform, were silent and sullen17, like men who await an explanation without belief in its sufficiency.
At length the shouting ceased. Godoy, who was in the chair, rose and made a short speech, in which he studiously avoided any contentious18 allusion19 to Savrola, confining himself only to the progress of the movement. He spoke20 well and clearly, but nobody wanted to hear him, and all were relieved when he concluded by calling upon "our leader," Savrola, to address the meeting. Savrola, who had been talking unconcernedly with one of the delegates on his right, turned round quickly towards the audience, and rose. As he did so, a man in a blue suit, one of a little group similarly clad, shouted out, "Traitor21 and toady22!" Hundreds of voices took up the cry; there was an outburst of hooting23 and groaning24; others cheered half-heartedly. It was an unpromising reception. Moret looked around him in blank despair.
In spite of the heat and the pressure, Lucile could not take her eyes off Savrola. She could see that he was quivering with suppressed excitement. His composure had merely been assumed; crowds stirred his blood, and when he rose he could wear his mask no longer. He looked almost terrible, as he waited there, facing the outburst with defiance25 written in every line of his pale, earnest face and resolute26 figure. Then he began to speak, but his words could not at first be distinguished through the persistent27 shouts of the man in blue and his friends. At length, after five minutes of intense disorder28, the curiosity of the audience triumphed over all other emotions, and they generally sank into silence, to hear what their leader had to say.
Again Savrola began. Though he spoke very quietly and slowly, his words reached the furthest ends of the hall. He showed, or perhaps he feigned29, some nervousness at first, and here and there in his sentences he paused as if searching for a word. He was surprised, he said, at his reception. He had not expected, now when the final result was so nearly attained30, that the people of Laurania would change their minds. The man in blue began to howl his odious31 cry. There was another outbreak of hooting; but the majority of the audience were now anxious to listen, and silence was soon restored. Savrola continued. He briefly32 reviewed the events of the last year: the struggle they had had to form a party at all; the fierce opposition33 they had encountered and sustained; the success that had attended their threat of taking arms; the President's promise of a free Parliament; the trick that had been played on them; the firing of the soldiery on the crowd. His earnest, thoughtful words evoked34 a hum of approval. These were events in which the audience had participated, and they liked having them recalled to their memories.
Then he went on to speak of the Deputation and of the contempt with which the President had thought fit to treat the accredited35 representatives of the citizens. "Traitor and toady!" shouted the man in blue loudly; but there was no response. "And," said Savrola, "I will invite your attention to this further matter. It has not been sufficient to strangle the Press, to shoot down the people, and to subvert36 the Constitution, but even when we are assembled here in accordance with our unquestioned right to discuss matters of State and decide upon our public policies, our deliberations are to be interrupted by the paid agents of the Government,"—he looked towards the man in blue, and there was an angry hum—"who insult by their abusive cries not only myself, a free Lauranian, but you also, the assembled citizens who have invited me to place my views before you." Here the audience broke out into indignant applause and agreement; cries of "Shame!" were heard, and fierce looks turned in the direction of the interrupters, who had, however, dispersed37 themselves unobtrusively among the crowd. "In spite of such tactics," Savrola continued, "and in the face of all opposition, whether by bribes38 or bullets, whether by hired bravos or a merciless and mercenary soldiery, the great cause we are here to support has gone on, is going on, and is going to go on, until at length our ancient liberties are regained39, and those who have robbed us of them punished." Loud cheers rose from all parts of the hall. His voice was even and not loud, but his words conveyed an impression of dauntless resolution.
And then, having got his audience in hand, he turned his powers of ridicule40 upon the President and his colleagues. Every point he made was received with cheers and laughter. He spoke of Louvet, of his courage, and of his trust in the people. Perhaps, he said, it was not inappropriate that the Ministry41 of the Interior should be filled by "a glutton," the Home Office by a "stay-at-home" who was afraid to go out among his countrymen at night. Louvet was indeed a good object for abuse; he was hated by the people, who despised his cowardice42 and had always jeered43 at him. Savrola continued. He described the President as clinging to office at whatever cost to himself or others. In order to draw the attention of the people from his tyrannical actions and despotic government at home, he had tried to involve them in complications abroad, and he had succeeded, more completely than he had bargained for. They were embroiled44 now in a dispute with a great Power, a dispute from which they had nothing to gain and everything to lose. Their fleets and armies must be despatched, to the cost of the State; their possessions were endangered; perhaps the lives of their soldiers and sailors would be sacrificed. And all for what? In order that Antonio Molara might do as he had declared he would, and die at the head of the State. It was a bad joke. But he should be warned; many a true word was spoken in jest. Again there was a fierce hum.
Lucile listened spell-bound. When he had risen, amid the groans and hisses45 of that great crowd, she had sympathised with him, had feared even for his life, had wondered at the strange courage which made him attempt the seemingly impossible task of convincing such an audience. As he had progressed and had begun to gain power and approval, she had rejoiced; every cheer had given her pleasure. She had silently joined in the indignation which the crowd had expressed against Sorrento's police-agents. Now he was attacking her husband; and yet she hardly seemed to feel an emotion of antagonism46.
He left the subject of the Ministers with contemptuous scorn, amid the earnest assent47 of the audience and on the full tide of public opinion. They must now, he said, treat of higher matters. He invited them to consider the ideals at which they aimed. Having roused their tempers, he withheld48 from them the outburst of fury and enthusiasm they desired. As he spoke of the hopes of happiness to which even the most miserable49 of human beings had a right, silence reigned50 throughout the hall, broken only by that grave melodious51 voice which appealed to everyone. For more than three quarters of an hour he discussed social and financial reforms. Sound practical common sense was expressed with many a happy instance, many a witty52 analogy, many a lofty and luminous53 thought.
"When I look at this beautiful country that is ours and was our fathers before us, at its blue seas and snow-capped mountains, at its comfortable hamlets and wealthy cities, at its silver streams and golden corn-fields, I marvel54 at the irony55 of fate which has struck across so fair a prospect56 the dark shadow of a military despotism."
The sound of momentous57 resolution rose again from the crowded hall. He had held their enthusiasm back for an hour by the clock. The steam had been rising all this time. All were searching in their minds for something to relieve their feelings, to give expression to the individual determination each man had made. There was only one mind throughout the hall. His passions, his emotions, his very soul appeared to be communicated to the seven thousand people who heard his words; and they mutually inspired each other.
Then at last he let them go. For the first time he raised his voice, and in a resonant58, powerful, penetrating59 tone which thrilled the listeners, began the peroration60 of his speech. The effect of his change of manner was electrical. Each short sentence was followed by wild cheering. The excitement of the audience became indescribable. Everyone was carried away by it. Lucile was borne along, unresisting, by that strong torrent61 of enthusiasm; her interests, her objects, her ambitions, her husband, all were forgotten. His sentences grew longer, more rolling and sonorous62. At length he reached the last of those cumulative63 periods which pile argument on argument as Pelion on Ossa. All pointed64 to an inevitable conclusion. The people saw it coming and when the last words fell, they were greeted with thunders of assent.
Then he sat down, drank some water, and pressed his hands to his head. The strain had been terrific. He was convulsed by his own emotions; every pulse in his body was throbbing65, every nerve quivering; he streamed with perspiration66 and almost gasped67 for breath. For five minutes everyone shouted wildly; the delegates on the platform mounted their chairs and waved their arms. At his suggestion the great crowd would have sallied into the streets and marched on the palace; and it would have taken many bullets from the soldiers that Sorrento had so carefully posted to bring them back to the realisation of the squalid materialities of life.
The resolutions which Moret and Godoy proposed were carried by acclamation. Savrola turned to the former. "Well, Louis, I was right. How did it sound? I liked the last words. It is the best speech I have ever made."
Moret looked at him as at a god. "Splendid!" he said. "You have saved everything."
And now the meeting began to break up. Savrola walked to a side-door, and in a small waiting-room received the congratulations of all his principal supporters and friends. Lucile was hurried along in the press. Presently there was a block. Two men, of foreign aspect, stood in front of her, speaking in low tones.
"Brave words, Karl," said one.
"Ah," said the other, "we must have deeds. He is a good tool to work with at present; the time will come when we shall need something sharper."
"He has great power."
"Yes, but he is not of us. He has no sympathy with the cause. What does he care about a community of goods?"
"For my part," said the first man with an ugly laugh, "I have always been more attracted by the idea of a community of wives."
"Well, that too is part of the great scheme of society."
"When you deal them out, Karl, put me down as part proprietor68 of the President's."
He chuckled69 coarsely. Lucile shuddered70. Here were the influences behind and beneath the great Democrat71 of which her husband had spoken.
The human stream began to flow on again. Lucile was carried by a current down a side street which led to the doorway by which Savrola would leave the hall. A bright gas-lamp made everything plainly visible. At length he appeared at the top of the steps, at the foot of which his carriage had already drawn72 up to receive him. The narrow street was filled with the crowd; the pressure was severe.
"Louis, come with me," said Savrola to Moret; "you can drop me and take the carriage on." Like many highly-wrought minds he yearned73 for sympathy and praise at such a moment; and he knew he would get them from Moret.
The throng74, on seeing him, surged forward. Lucile, carried off her feet, was pushed into a dark burly man in front of her. Chivalrous75 gallantry is not among the peculiar76 characteristics of excited democracy. Without looking round the man jobbed backwards77 with his elbow and struck her in the breast. The pain was intense; involuntarily she screamed.
"Gentlemen," cried Savrola, "a woman has been hurt; I heard her voice. Give room there!" He ran down the steps. The crowd opened out. A dozen eager and officious hands were extended to assist Lucile, who was paralysed with terror. She would be recognised; the consequences were too awful to be thought of.
"Bring her in here," said Savrola. "Moret, help me." He half carried, half supported her up the steps into the small waiting-room. Godoy, Renos, and half a dozen of the Democratic leaders, who had been discussing the speech, grouped themselves around her curiously78. He placed her in a chair. "A glass of water," he said quickly. Somebody handed him one, and he turned to offer it to her. Lucile, incapable79 of speech or motion, saw no way of escape. He must recognise her. The ridicule, the taunts80, the danger, all were plain to her. As she made a feeble effort with her hand to decline the water, Savrola looked hard at her through her thick veil. Suddenly he started, spilling the water he was holding out to her. He knew her then! Now it would come—a terrible exposure!
"Why, Mirette," he cried, "my little niece! How could you come alone to such a crowded place at night? To hear my speech? Godoy, Renos, this is indeed a tribute! This means more to me than all the cheers of the people. Here is my sister's daughter who has risked the crowd to come and hear me speak. But your mother," he turned to Lucile, "should never have allowed you; this is no place for a girl alone. I must take you home. You are not hurt? If you had asked me, I could have ensured a seat for you out of the crowd. Is my carriage there? Good, we had better get home at once; your mother will be very anxious. Good-night, gentlemen. Come, my dear." He offered her his arm and led her down the steps. The people who filled the street, their upturned faces pale in the gas-light, cheered wildly. He put her into his carriage. "Drive on, coachman," he said, getting in himself.
"Where to, Sir?" asked the man.
Moret advanced to the carriage. "I will go on the box," he said. "I can take the carriage on after dropping you," and before Savrola could say a word he had climbed on to the seat beside the driver.
"Where to, Sir?" repeated the coachman.
"Home," said Savrola desperately81.
The carriage started, passed through the cheering crowds, and out into the less frequented parts of the city.
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