Brotteaux, when left to himself, kindled13 a little earthenware14 stove; then, while he busied himself with preparations for the Monk15's and the Epicurean's meal, he read in his Lucretius and meditated16 on the conditions of human beings.
As a sage17 and a philosopher, he was not surprised that these wretched creatures, silly playthings of the forces of nature, found themselves more often than not in absurd and painful situations; but he was weak and illogical enough to believe that the Revolutionaries were more wicked and more foolish than other men, thereby18 falling into the error of the metaphysician. At the same time he was no Pessimist19 and did not hold that life was altogether bad. He admired Nature in several of her departments, especially the celestial20 mechanism21 and physical love, and accommodated himself to the labours of life, pending22 the arrival of the day, which could not be far off, when he would have nothing more either to fear or to desire.
He coloured some dancing-dolls with painstaking23 care and made a Zerline that was very like Rose Thévenin. He liked the girl and his Epicureanism highly approved of the arrangement of the atoms of which she was composed.
These tasks occupied him till the Barnabite's return.
"Father," he announced, as he opened the door to admit him, "I told you, you remember, that our fare would be meagre. We have nothing but chestnuts24. The more reason, therefore, they should be well seasoned."
"Chestnuts!" cried Père Longuemare, smiling, "there is no more delicious dish. My father, sir, was a poor gentleman of the Limousin, whose whole estate consisted of a pigeon-cote in ruins, an orchard26 run wild and a clump27 of chestnut25-trees. He fed himself, his wife and his twelve children on big green chestnuts, and we were all strong and sturdy. I was the youngest and the most turbulent; my father used to declare, by way of jesting, he would have to send me to America to be a filibuster28.... Ah! sir, how fragrant29 your chestnut soup smells! It takes me back to the table where my mother sat smiling, surrounded by her troop of little ones."
The repast ended, Brotteaux set out for Joly's, the toy-merchant in the Rue Neuve-des-Petits-Champs, who took the dancing-dolls Caillou had refused, and ordered—not another gross of them like the latter, but a round twenty-four dozen to begin with.
On reaching the erstwhile Rue Royale and turning into the Place de la Révolution, Brotteaux caught sight of a steel triangle glittering between two wooden uprights; it was the guillotine. An immense crowd of light-hearted spectators pressed round the scaffold, waiting the arrival of the loaded carts. Women were hawking30 Nanterre cakes on a tray hung in front of them and crying their wares31; sellers of cooling drinks were tinkling32 their little bells; at the foot of the Statue of Liberty an old man had a peep-show in a small booth surmounted33 by a swing on which a monkey played its antics. Underneath34 the scaffold some dogs were licking yesterday's blood, Brotteaux turned back towards the Rue Honoré.
Regaining35 his garret, where the Barnabite was reading his breviary, he carefully wiped the table and arranged his colour-box on it alongside the materials and tools of his trade.
"Father," he said, "if you do not deem the occupation unworthy of the sacred character with which you are invested, I will ask you to help me make my marionettes. A worthy36 tradesman, Joly by name, has this very morning given me a pretty heavy order. Whilst I am painting these figures already put together, you will do me a great service by cutting out heads, arms, legs, and bodies from the patterns here. Better you could not find; they are after Watteau and Boucher."
"I agree with you, sir," replied Longuemare, "that Watteau and Boucher were well fitted to create such-like baubles37; it had been more to their glory if they had confined themselves to innocent figures like these. I should be delighted to help you, but I fear I may not be clever enough for that."
The Père Longuemare was right to distrust his own skill; after sundry38 unsuccessful attempts, the fact was patent that his genius did not lie in the direction of cutting out pretty shapes in thin cardboard with the point of a penknife. But when, at his suggestion, Brotteaux gave him some string and a bodkin, he showed himself very apt in endowing with motion the little creatures he had failed to make and teaching them to dance. He had a happy knack39, by way of trying them afterwards, of making them each execute three or four steps of a gavotte, and when they rewarded his pains, a smile would flicker40 on his stern lips.
"Sir," he observed, "this little travesty42 reminds me of a quaint43 story. It was in 1746, when I was completing my noviciate under the care of the Père Magitot, a man well on in years, of deep learning and austere44 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 fascination45; they were all the rage in Paris. The fashionable shops were crammed46 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 Père 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 itched47 with impatience48 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 frivolous49 ambition pursued him everywhere and left him no peace. In his studies, in his meditations50, in his prayers, at church, at chapter, in the confessional and in the pulpit, he was possessed51 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 eminent52 ecclesiastic53 of Milan, a Doctor and Prince of the Church. His counsel to the Père Magitot was to satisfy a craving54, innocent in its inception55, importunate56 in its consequences and inordinate57 in its excess, which threatened to super induce the gravest disorders58 in the soul which was afflicted59 with it. On the advice, or more strictly60 by the order of the General, the Père 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 modulated61 on Scaramouch's movements the peroration62 of his speech in defence of a woman falsely accused of poisoning her husband. The Père 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 obsession63; but it is not always cardboard figures that occasion it."
The Père Longuemare, who was religious by profession, never talked about religion, while Brotteaux was for ever harping64 on the subject. He was conscious of a bond of sympathy between himself and the Barnabite, and took a delight in embarrassing and disturbing his peace of mind with objections against divers65 articles of the Christian66 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 tempted67 to believe it was that of the Court."
"Sir," answered the Monk, "all men lose their wits like Nebuchadnezzar, when God forsakes68 them; but no man in our days ever plunged69 so deep in ignorance and error as the Abbé Fauchet, no man was so fatal as he to the kingdom. God must needs have been sorely exasperated against France to send her Monsieur l'Abbé Fauchet!"
"I imagine we have seen other evil-doers besides poor, unhappy Fauchet."
"And Brissot, and Danton, and Marat, and a hundred others, what of them, Father?"
"Sir, they are laics; the laity71 could never incur72 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 God, Father, what say you of His behaviour in the present Revolution?"
"I do not understand you, sir."
"Epicurus said: Either God 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 perverse73; 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 contemptible74 than these difficulties you raise. When I look into the reasoning of infidels, I seem to see ants piling up a few blades of grass as a dam against the torrent75 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 Abbé Guénée and twenty other apologists. I will only say that what you quote from Epicurus is foolishness; because God is arraigned76 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 paradoxes77."
"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 noble intellects who thought differently from yourselves."
"You are entirely78 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 God, and He will put understanding in his heart; was it not so with Lucifer?"
"Well, sir," said Brotteaux, "I cannot match your generosity80 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 repudiate81 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 deplored82 the fact that the Jacobins were for replacing it by a newer and more pestilent religion, the cult10 of liberty, equality, the republic, the fatherland. He had observed this, that it is in the vigour83 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 devoured84 many victims in the times of its vigour, but nowadays, burdened by the weight of years and with enfeebled appetite, 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 God-eaters and Christ-worshippers. I kept a chaplain at Les Ilettes, where Mass was said every Sunday and all my guests attended. The philosophers were the most devout85 while the opera girls showed the most fervour. I was prosperous then and had crowds of friends."
"Friends," exclaimed the Père 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 God himself would find it hard to know it for one of the temples built by Him for His glory?"
The Père Longuemare lived for a week longer at the publican's without being interfered86 with. As far as possible he observed the discipline of his House and every night at the canonical87 hours would rise from his palliasse to kneel on the bare boards and recite the offices. Though both were reduced to a diet of wretched scraps88, he duly observed fasts and abstinence. A smiling but pitiful spectator of these austerities, Brotteaux one day asked him:
"Do you really believe that God finds any satisfaction in seeing you endure cold and hunger as you do?"
"God 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 forth89 at twilight90 to deliver his dancing-dolls to Joly, the toy-merchant of the Rue Neuve-des-Petits-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 suppliants92 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 spoke93 in breathless tones, lowering her voice to a whisper for fear of being overheard by the passers-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 sprained94 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 virtue96, the citoyen Chaumette who regarded the ladies of pleasure as the direct foes97 of the Republic and harassed98 them unmercifully in his efforts to regenerate99 the Nation's morals. To tell the truth, the young ladies of the Palais-égalité were no great patriots100. They regretted the old state of things and did not always conceal101 the fact. Several had been guillotined already as conspirators102, and their tragic103 fate had excited no little emulation104 among their fellows.
The citoyen Brotteaux asked the suppliant91 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 cockade and shouted: 'Vive le roi!'"
He walked down to the river-side and she kept by his side along the deserted105 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 torment106 and vex107 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 humble108 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 mere109 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 Athena?s 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 Père Longuemare in the garret reading his breviary.
Holding Athena?s 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 pass the night here?"
The Père 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 molested110 under a warrant of arrest, may be suffered, for her temporal salvation111, to spend the night in the same room as I?"
"Yes, Father."
"By what right should I object? and why must I suppose myself affronted112 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. Athena?s lay on the mattress113. Brotteaux stretched himself on the palliasse and blew out the candle.
The hours and half-hours sounded one after the other from the church towers, but the old man could not sleep; he lay awake listening to the mingled114 breathing of the man of religion and the girl of pleasure. The moon rose, symbol and witness of his old-time loves, and threw a silvery ray into the attic115, illuminating116 the fair hair and golden lashes79, the delicate nose and round, red mouth of Athena?s, who lay sound asleep.
"Truly," he thought to himself, "a terrible enemy for the Republic!"
When Athena?s awoke, the day was breaking. The Monk had disappeared. Brotteaux was reading Lucretius under the skylight, learning from the maxims117 of the Latin poet to live without fears and without desires; but for all this he felt himself at the moment devoured with regrets and disquietudes.
Opening her eyes, Athena?s was dumfounded to see the roof beams of a garret above her head. Then she remembered, smiled at her preserver and extended towards him with a caressing118 gesture her pretty little dirty hands.
Rising on her elbow, she pointed119 to the dilapidated armchair in which the Monk had passed the night.
"He is not there?... He has not gone to denounce me, has he?"
"No, no, my child. You could not find a more honest soul than that old madman."
Athena?s asked in what the old fellow's madness consisted; and when Brotteaux informed her it was religion, she gravely reproached him for speaking so, declaring that men without faith were worse than the beasts that perish and that for her part she often prayed to God, hoping He would forgive her her sins and receive her in His blessed mercy.
Then, noticing that Brotteaux held a book in his hand, she thought it was a book of the Mass and said:
"There you see, you too, you say your prayers! God will reward you for what you have done for me."
Brotteaux having told her that it was not a Mass-book, and that it had been written before ever the Mass had been invented in the world, she opined it was an Interpretation120 of Dreams, and asked if it did not contain an explanation of an extraordinary dream she had had. She could not read and these were the only two sorts of books she had heard tell of.
Brotteaux informed her that this book was only by way of explaining the dream of life. Finding this a hard saying, the pretty child did not try to understand it and dipped the end of her nose in the earthenware crock that replaced the silver basins Brotteaux had once been accustomed to use. Next, she arranged her hair before her host's shaving-glass with scrupulous121 care and gravity. Her white arms raised above her head, she let fall an observation from time to time with long intervals122 between:
"You, you were rich once."
"What makes you think that?"
"I don't know. But you were rich,—and you are an aristocrat123, I am certain of it."
She drew from her pocket a little Holy Virgin95 of silver in a round ivory shrine124, a bit of sugar, thread, scissors, a flint and steel, two or three cases for needles and the like, and after selecting what she required, sat down to mend her skirt, which had got torn in several places.
"For your own safety, my child, put this in your cap!" Brotteaux bade her, handing her a tricolour cockade.
"I will do that gladly, sir," she agreed, "but it will be for the love of you and not for love of the Nation."
When she was dressed and had made herself look her best, taking her skirt in both hands, she dropped a curtsey as she had been taught to do in her village, and addressing Brotteaux:
"Sir," she said, "I am your very humble servant."
She was prepared to oblige her benefactor125 in all ways he might wish, but she thought it more becoming that he asked for no favour and she offered none; it seemed to her a pretty way to part so, and what good manners required.
Brotteaux slipped a few assignats into her hand to pay her coach-hire to Palaiseau. It was the half of his fortune, and, albeit126 he was notorious for his lavishness127 towards women, it was the first time he had ever made so equal a partition of his goods with any of the sex.
She asked him his name.
"I am called Maurice."
It was with reluctance128 he opened the garret door for her:
"Good-bye, Athena?s."
She kissed him. "Monsieur Maurice," she said, "when you think of me, if ever you do, call me Marthe; that is the name I was christened, the name they called me by in the village.... Good-bye and thank you.... Your very humble servant, Monsieur Maurice."
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