The BallThe splendour of the dresses, the blaze of the candles, the perfumes; all those rounded arms, and fine shoulders; bouquets1, thesound of Rossini's music, pictures by Ciceri! I am beside myself!
Travels of Uzeri'You are feeling cross,' the Marquise de La Mole2 said to her; 'I warnyou, that is not good manners at a ball.'
'It is only a headache,' replied Mathilde contemptuously, 'it is too hotin here.'
At that moment, as though to corroborate3 Mademoiselle de La Mole,the old Baron4 de Tolly fainted and fell to the ground; he had to be carriedout. There was talk of apoplexy, it was a disagreeable incident.
Mathilde did not give it a thought. It was one of her definite habitsnever to look at an old man or at anyone known to be given to talkingabout sad things.
She danced to escape the conversation about the apoplexy, which wasnothing of the sort, for a day or two later the Baron reappeared.
'But M. Sorel does not appear,' she said to herself again after she hadfinished dancing. She was almost searching for him with her eyes whenshe caught sight of him in another room. Strange to say, he seemed tohave shed the tone of impassive coldness which was so natural to him;he had no longer the air of an Englishman.
'He is talking to Conte Altamira, my condemned5 man!' Mathilde saidto herself. 'His eye is ablaze6 with a sombre fire; he has the air of a Princein disguise; the arrogance7 of his gaze has increased.'
Julien was coming towards the spot where she was, still talking toAltamira; she looked fixedly8 at him, studying his features in search ofthose lofty qualities which may entitle a man to the honour of being sentenced to death.
As he passed by her:
'Yes,' he was saying to Conte Altamira, 'Danton was a man!'
'Oh, heavens! Is he to be another Danton,' thought Mathilde; 'but hehas such a noble face, and that Danton was so horribly ugly, a butcher, Ifancy.' Julien was still quite near her, she had no hesitation9 in calling tohim; she was conscious and proud of asking a question that was extraordinary, coming from a girl.
'Was not Danton a butcher?' she asked him.
'Yes, in the eyes of certain people,' Julien answered her with an expression of the most ill-concealed scorn, his eye still ablaze from his conversation with Altamira, 'but unfortunately for people of birth, he was alawyer at Mery-sur-Seine; that is to say, Mademoiselle,' he went on withan air of sarcasm11, 'that he began life like several of the Peers whom I seehere this evening. It is true that Danton had an enormous disadvantagein the eyes of beauty: he was extremely ugly.'
The last words were uttered rapidly, with an extraordinary and certainly far from courteous12 air.
Julien waited for a moment, bowing slightly from the waist and withan arrogantly13 humble14 air. He seemed to be saying: 'I am paid to answeryou, and I live upon my pay.' He did not deign15 to raise his eyes to herface. She, with her fine eyes opened extraordinarily16 wide and fastenedupon him, seemed like his slave. At length, as the silence continued, helooked at her as a servant looks at his master, when receiving orders. Although his eyes looked full into those of Mathilde, still fastened uponhim with a strange gaze, he withdrew with marked alacrity17.
'That he, who really is so handsome,' Mathilde said to herself at length,awakening from her dreams, 'should pay such a tribute to ugliness!
Never a thought of himself! He is not like Caylus or Croisenois. ThisSorel has something of the air my father adopts when he is playing theNapoleon, at a ball.' She had entirely18 forgotten Danton. 'No doubt aboutit, I am bored this evening.' She seized her brother by the arm, and,greatly to his disgust, forced him to take her for a tour of the rooms. Theidea occurred to her of following the condemned man's conversationwith Julien.
The crowd was immense. She succeeded, however, in overtaking themat the moment when, just in front of her, Altamira had stopped by a trayof ices to help himself. He was talking to Julien, half turning towardshim. He saw an arm in a braided sleeve stretched out to take an ice from the same tray. The gold lace seemed to attract his attention; he turnedround bodily to see whose this arm was. Immediately his eyes, so nobleand unaffected, assumed a slight expression of scorn.
'You see that man,' he murmured to Julien; 'he is the Principed'Araceli, the —— Ambassador. This morning he applied19 for my extradition20 to your French Foreign Minister, M. de Nerval. Look, there he isover there, playing whist. M. de Nerval is quite ready to give me up, forwe gave you back two or three conspirators21 in 1816. If they surrender meto my King I shall be hanged within twenty-four hours. And it will beone of those pretty gentlemen with moustaches who will seize me.'
'The wretches23!' exclaimed Julien, half aloud.
Mathilde did not lose a syllable24 of their conversation. Her boredomhad vanished.
'Not such wretches as all that,' replied Conte Altamira. 'I have spokento you of myself to impress you with a real instance. Look at Principed'Araceli; every five minutes he casts a glance at his Golden Fleece; hecannot get over the pleasure of seeing that trinket on his breast. The poorman is really nothing worse than an anachronism. A hundred years ago,the Golden Fleece was a signal honour, but then it would have been farabove his head. Today, among people of breeding, one must be anAraceli to be thrilled by it. He would have hanged a whole town to obtain it.'
'Was that the price he paid for it?' said Julien, with anxiety.
'Not exactly,' replied Altamira coldly; 'he perhaps had some thirtywealthy landowners of his country, who were supposed to be Liberals,flung into the river.'
'What a monster!' said Julien again.
Mademoiselle de La Mole, leaning forward with the keenest interest,was so close to him that her beautiful hair almost brushed his shoulder.
'You are very young!' replied Altamira. 'I told you that I have a married sister in Provence; she is still pretty, good, gentle; she is an excellentmother, faithful to all her duties, pious25 without bigotry26.'
'What is he leading up to?' thought Mademoiselle de La Mole.
'She is happy,' Conte Altamira continued; 'she was happy in 1815. Atthat time I was in hiding there, on her property near Antibes; well, assoon as she heard of the execution of Marshal Ney, she began to dance!'
'Is it possible?' said the horrified27 Julien.
'It is the partisan28 spirit,' replied Altamira. There are no longer anygenuine passions in the nineteenth century; that is why people are sobored in France. We commit the greatest cruelties, but without cruelty.'
'All the worse!' said Julien; 'at least, when we commit crimes, weshould commit them with pleasure: that is the only good thing aboutthem, and the only excuse that can in any way justify29 them.'
Mademoiselle de La Mole, entirely forgetting what she owed to herself, had placed herself almost bodily between Altamira and Julien. Herbrother, upon whose arm she leaned, being accustomed to obey her, waslooking about the room, and, to hide his lack of composure, pretendingto be held up by the crowd.
'You are right,' said Altamira; 'we do everything without pleasure andwithout remembering it afterwards, even our crimes. I can point out toyou at this ball ten men, perhaps, who will be damned as murderers.
They have forgotten it, and the world also. 11'Many of them are moved to tears if their dog breaks its paw. At Pere-Lachaise, when people strew30 flowers on their graves, as you so charmingly say in Paris, we are told that they combined all the virtues31 of theknights of old, and we hear of the great deeds of their ancestor who livedin the days of Henri IV: If, despite the good offices of Principe d'Araceli, Iam not hanged, and if I ever come to enjoy my fortune in Paris, I hope toinvite you to dine with nine or ten murderers who are honoured and feelno remorse33.
'You and I, at that dinner, will be the only two whose hands are freefrom blood, but I shall be despised and almost hated, as a bloody34 and Jacobinical monster, and you will simply be despised as a plebeian35 whohas thrust his way into good society.'
'Nothing could be more true,' said Mademoiselle de La Mole.
Altamira looked at her in astonishment36; Julien did not deign to look ather.
'Note that the revolution at the head of which I found myself,' ConteAltamira went on, 'was unsuccessful, solely37 because I would not cut offthree heads, and distribute among our supporters seven or eight millionswhich happened to be in a safe of which I held the key. My King, who isnow burning to have me hanged, and who, before the revolt, used to address me as tu, would have given me the Grand Cordon38 of his Order if Ihad cut off those three heads and distributed the money in those safes:
11.'A malcontent39 is speaking.' (Note by Moliere to Tartuffe.) for then I should have scored at least a partial success, and my countrywould have had a Charter of sorts … Such is the way of the world, it is agame of chess.'
'Then,' replied Julien, his eyes ablaze, 'you did not know the game;now … '
'I should cut off the heads, you mean, and I should not be a Girondinas you gave me to understand the other day? I will answer you,' saidAltamira sadly, 'when you have killed a man in a duel40, and that is a greatdeal less unpleasant than having him put to death by a headsman.'
'Faith!' said Julien, 'the end justifies41 the means; if, instead of being amere atom, I had any power, I would hang three men to save the lives offour.'
His eyes expressed the fire of conscience and a contempt for the vainjudgments of men; they met those of Mademoiselle de La Mole whostood close beside him, and this contempt, instead of changing into anair of gracious civility, seemed to intensify42.
It shocked her profoundly; but it no longer lay in her power to forgetJulien; she moved indifferently away, taking her brother with her.
'I must take some punch, and dance a great deal,' she said to herself, 'Iintend to take the best that is going, and to create an effect at all costs.
Good, here comes that master of impertinence, the Comte de Fervaques.'
She accepted his invitation; they danced. 'It remains43 to be seen,' shethought, 'which of us will be the more impertinent, but, to get the full enjoyment44 out of him, I must make him talk.' Presently all the rest of thecountry dance became a pure formality. No one was willing to miss anyof Mathilde's piquant45 repartees. M. de Fervaques grew troubled, and, being able to think of nothing but elegant phrases, in place of ideas, beganto smirk46; Mathilde, who was out of temper, treated him cruelly, andmade an enemy of him. She danced until daybreak, and finally wenthome horribly tired. But, in the carriage, the little strength that remainedto her was still employed in making her melancholy47 and wretched. Shehad been scorned by Julien, and was unable to scorn him.
Julien was on a pinnacle48 of happiness. Carried away unconsciously bythe music, the flowers, the beautiful women, the general elegance49, and,most of all, by his own imagination, which dreamed of distinctions forhimself and of liberty for mankind:
'What a fine ball!' he said to the Conte, 'nothing is lacking.'
'Thought is lacking,' replied Altamira.
And his features betrayed that contempt which is all the more strikingbecause one sees that politeness makes it a duty to conceal10 it.
'You are here, Monsieur le Comte. Is not that thought, and activelyconspiring, too?'
'I am here because of my name. But they hate thought in yourdrawing-rooms. It must never rise above the level of a comic song: thenit is rewarded. But the man who thinks, if he shows energy and noveltyin his sallies, you call a cynic. Is not that the name that one of your judgesbestowed upon Courier? You put him in prison, and Beranger also.
Everything that is of any value among you, intellectually, the Congregation flings to the criminal police; and society applauds.
'The truth is that your antiquated50 society values conventionality aboveeverything … You will never rise higher than martial51 gallantry; you willhave Murats, but never a Washington. I can see nothing in France butvanity. A man who thinks of things as he speaks may easily saysomething rash, and his host then imagines himself insulted.'
At this point, the Conte's carriage, which was taking Julien home,stopped at the Hotel de La Mole. Julien was in love with his conspirator22.
Altamira had paid him a handsome compliment, evidently springingfrom a profound conviction: 'You have not the French frivolity52, and youunderstand the principle of utility.' It so happened that, only two evenings before, Julien had seen Marino Faliero, a tragedy by M. CasimirDelavigne.
'Has not Israel Bertuccio more character than all those Venetiannobles?' our rebellious53 plebeian asked himself; 'and yet they are menwhose noble descent can be proved as far back as the year 700, a centurybefore Charlemagne; whereas the bluest blood at M. de Retz's ball tonight does not go farther back, and that only by a hop32, skip and jump,than the thirteenth century. Very well! Among those Venetian nobles, sogreat by birth, it is Israel Bertuccio that one remembers.
'A conspiracy54 wipes out all the titles conferred by social caprice. Inthose conditions, a man springs at once to the rank which his manner offacing death assigns to him. The mind itself loses some of its authority …'What would Danton be today, in this age of Valenods and Renais?
Not even a Deputy Crown Prosecutor55 …'What am I saying? He would have sold himself to the Congregation; hewould be a Minister, for after all the great Danton did steal. Mirabeau,too, sold himself. Napoleon stole millions in Italy, otherwise he would have been brought to a standstill by poverty, like Pichegru. Only La Fayette never stole. Must one steal, must one sell oneself?' Julien wondered.
The question arrested the flow of his imagination. He spent the rest ofthe night reading the history of the Revolution.
Next day, as he copied his letters in the library, he could still think ofnothing but Conte Altamira's conversation.
'It is quite true,' he said to himself, after a long spell of absorption; 'ifthose Spanish Liberals had compromised the people by a few crimes,they would not have been swept away so easily. They were conceited,chattering boys … like myself!' Julien suddenly cried, as though awakingwith a bound.
'What difficult thing have I ever done that gives me the right to judgepoor devils who, after all, once in their lives, have dared, have begun toact? I am like a man who, on rising from table, exclaims: "Tomorrow Ishall not dine; that will not prevent me from feeling strong and brisk as Ido today." How can I tell what people feel in the middle of a great action? … ' These lofty thoughts were interrupted by the sudden arrival ofMademoiselle de La Mole, who at this moment entered the library. Hewas so excited by his admiration56 for the great qualities of Danton, Mirabeau, Carnot, who had contrived57 not to be crushed, that his eyes restedupon Mademoiselle de La Mole, but without his thinking of her, withouthis greeting her, almost without his seeing her. When at length his greatstaring eyes became aware of her presence, the light died out in them.
Mademoiselle de La Mole remarked this with a feeling of bitterness.
In vain did she ask him for a volume of Vely's Histoire de France whichstood on the highest shelf, so that Julien was obliged to fetch the longerof the two ladders. He brought the ladder; he found the volume, hehanded it to her, still without being able to think of her. As he carriedback the ladder, in his preoccupation, his elbow struck one of the glasspanes protecting the shelves; the sound of the splinters falling on thefloor at length aroused him. He hastened to make his apology to Mademoiselle de La Mole; he tried to be polite, but he was nothing more.
Mathilde saw quite plainly that she had disturbed him, that he wouldhave preferred to dream of what had been occupying his mind beforeher entry, rather than to talk to her. After a long glance at him, sheslowly left the room. Julien watched her as she went. He enjoyed thecontrast between the simplicity58 of the attire59 she was now wearing andher sumptuous60 magnificence overnight. The difference in herphysiognomy was hardly less striking. This girl, so haughty61 at the Duc de Retz's ball, had at this moment almost a suppliant62 look. 'Really,' Julientold himself, 'that black gown shows off the beauty of her figure betterthan anything; but why is she in mourning?
'If I ask anyone the reason of this mourning, I shall only make myselfappear a fool as usual.' Julien had quite come to earth from the soaringflight of his enthusiasm. 'I must read over all the letters I have writtentoday; Heaven knows how many missing words and blunders I shallfind.' As he was reading with forced attention the first of these letters, heheard close beside him the rustle63 of a silken gown; he turned sharplyround; Mademoiselle de La Mole was standing64 by his table, and smiling.
This second interruption made Julien lose his temper.
As for Mathilde, she had just become vividly65 aware that she meantnothing to this young man; her smile was intended to cover her embarrassment66, and proved successful.
'Evidently, you are thinking about something that is extremely interesting, Monsieur Sorel. Is it by any chance some curious anecdote67 of theconspiracy that has sent the Conte Altamira here to Paris? Tell me whatit is? I am burning to know; I shall be discreet68, I swear to you!' This lastsentence astonished her as she uttered it. What, she was pleading with asubordinate! Her embarrassment grew, she adopted a light manner:
'What can suddenly have turned you, who are ordinarily so cold, intoan inspired creature, a sort of Michelangelo prophet?'
This bold and indiscreet question, cutting Julien to the quick, revivedall his passion.
'Was Danton justified69 in stealing?' he said to her sharply, and with anair that grew more and more savage70. 'The Revolutionaries of Piedmont,of Spain, ought they to have compromised the people by crimes? Tohave given away, even to men without merit, all the commands in thearmy, all the Crosses? Would not the men who wore those Crosses havehad reason to fear a Restoration of their King? Ought they to have let theTreasury in Turin be pillaged71? In a word, Mademoiselle,' he said, as hecame towards her with a terrible air, 'ought the man who seeks to banishignorance and crime from the earth to pass like a whirlwind and do evilas though blindly?'
Mathilde was afraid, she could not meet his gaze, and recoiled72 a little.
She looked at him for a moment; then, ashamed of her fear, with a lightstep left the library.
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