(flarnell HittnEraita Slibrarg JItttaca, ^eva $ark FROM THE BENNO LOEWY LIBRARY COLLECTED BY BENNO LOEWY 1854-1919 BE-QUEATHED TO CORNELL UNIVERSITY Cornell University Library The original of tliis book is in tine Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924027702368 Cornell University Library PQ 2163.C4E5 1886 Cesar Birotteau 3 1924 027 702 368 THE COMEDY OF HUMAN LIFE By H. DE BALZAC SCENES FROM PARISIAN LIFE RISE AND FALL OF CESAR BIROTTEAU HONORE DE BALZAC. " Balzac is perhaps the greatest name in the post-Revolutionary literature of France. His writings display a profound knowledge of the human heart* with extraordinary range of knowledge. . . . Balzac holds a more distinct and supreme place in French fiction than perhaps any English author does in the same field of art.' ' — EncyclopeBdia Britannica, " Messrs. Roberts Brothers are soon to bring out a series of translations of Balzac's novels, whose acknowledged chefs tVcetivres are superior to every- thing of their kind in English letters. The initial volume, which is ' Pfere Goriot,' is now in the hands of the printers, and may soon be expected. It will be followed by another after a short interval, and this by' others, provided the novel readers of America can be made to perceive the surpassing excel- lence of this great French master, who is to the novelists of the nineteenth century what Shakspeare was to the dramatists of the sixteenth and seven- teenth centuries, — the incomparable author of Le Com^die Humaine. This translation of Balzac ought to succeed, and will succeed.' ' — Richard Henry Stoddard. " Balzac, though he paints human life perhaps too much in tints of fate that remind us of the Greek tragedians, is far deeper and more true to nature than George Sand or Rousseau. The teachings implied in his tales come home closer to the conscience and heart than do their essays and stories. There is in him more than Gallic blood. He is the greatest of novelists, unmatched in his guild or kind as a social philosopher, and unsurpassed in his literary style. As a romance-writer he has no peer as yet in the English tongue." — Rev. Dr. C. A. Bariol. " Balzac exacts more attention than most novel readers are inclined to ' give ; he is often repulsive, and not unfrequently dull ; but the student who has once submitted to his charm becomes spell-bound. . . . There are some greater novelists than Balzac, btrt in this one quality of intense realization of actors and scenery he is unique." — ** Balzac's Novels" By Leslie Stephen. " Unquestionably, he ranks as one of the few great geniuses who appear by ojies and twos in century after century of authorship, and who leave their mark ineffaceably on the literature of their age. And yet, among all the readers, — a large class, — who are from various causes unaccustomed to study French literature in its native language, there are probably very many who have never even heard of the name of HonorS de Balzac." — Charlbs Dickens: All the Year Round. HONORE DE BALZAC CESAR BIROTTEAU ROBERTS BROTHERS 3 SOMERSET STREET BOSTON 1886 Copyright, 18861 By Roberts Brothers. !!Ini6tt»it8 Pteja: John Wilson and Son, Cambridge. RISE AND FALL CfiSAR BIROTTEAU. PART I. C:feSAR AT HIS APOGiE. Ddeing winter nights noise never ceases in ttie Rue Saint-Honord except for a short interval. Kitchen- gardeners carrying their produce to market continue the stir of carriages returning from theatres and balls. Near the middle of this sustained pause in the grand symphony of Parisian uproar, which occurs about one o'clock in the morning, the wife of Monsieur C^sar Birotteau, a perfumer established near the Place Ven- d6me, was startled from her sleep by a frightful dream. She had seen her double. She had appeared to herself clothed in rags, turning with a shrivelled, withered hand •the latch of her own shop-door, seeming to be at the threshold, yet at the same time seated in her armchair behind the counter. She was asking alms of herself, and heard herself speaking from the doorway and also from her seat at the desk. 1 2 CSsar Birotteau. She tried to grasp her husband, but her hand fell on a cold place. Her terror became so intense that she could not move her neck, which stiffened as if petrified ; the membranes of her throat became glued together, her voice failed her. She remained sitting erect in the same posture in the middle of the alcove, both panels of which were wide open, her eyes staring and fixed, Ker hair quivering, her ears filled with strange noises, her heart tightened yet palpitating, and her person bathed in perspiration though chilled to the bone. Fear is a half-diseased sentiment, which presses so violently upon the human mechanism that the faculties are suddenly excited to the highest degree of their power or driven to utter disorganization. Phj'siologists have long wondered at this phenomenon, which over- turns their systems and upsets all theories ; it is in fact a thunderbolt working within the being, and, like all electric accidents, capricious and whimsical in its course. This explanation wiU become a mere commonplace in the day when scientific men are brought to recognize the immense part which electricity plays in human thought. Madame Birotteau now passed through several of the shocks, in some sort electrical, which are produced by terrible explosions of the will forced out, or held under, by some mysterious mechanism. Thus during a period of time, very short if judged by a watch, but immeas- urable when calculated by the rapidity of her impres- sions, the poor woman had the supernatural power of emitting more ideas and bringing to the siu-face more recollections than, under any ordinary' use of her facul- ties, she could put forth in the course of a whole day. The poignant tale of her monologue may be abridged CSsar Birotteau. 3 into a few absurd sentences, as contradictory and bare of meaning as the monologue itself. " There is no reason why Birotteau should leave my bed ! He has eaten so much veal that he may be ill. But if he were ill he would have waked me. For nine- teen years that we have slept together in this bed, in this house, it has never happened that he left his place without telling me, — poor sheep ! He never slept away except to pass the night in the guard-room. Did become to bed to-night? Why, of course ; goodness! how stupid I am." She cast her eyes upon the bed and saw her hus- band's night-cap, which still retained the almost conical shape of his head. " Can he be dead? Has he killed himself? Why?", she went on. " For the last two j'ears, since thej' made him deputj'-maj'or, he is all-I-don't-Jcnow-how. To put him into public life ! On the word of an honest woman, isn't it pitiable? His business is doing well, for he gave me a shawl. But perhaps it is n't doing well ? Bah ! I should know of it. Does one ever know what a man has got in his head ; or a woman either? — there is no harm in that. Didn't we sell five thousand francs' worth to-da}'? Besides, a deputy- mayor couldn't kill himself; he knows the laws too well. Where is he then ? " She could neither turn her neck, nor stretch out her hand to pull the bell, which would have put in motion a cook, three clerks, and a shop-boy. A prey to the nightmare, which still lasted though her mind was wide awake, she forgot her daughter peacefully asleep in an adjoining room, the door of which opened at the foot of 4 Cesar Birotteau. her bed. At last she cried, "Birotteau!" but got no answer. She thought she had called the name aloud, though in fact she had only uttered it mentallj'. " Has he a mistress? He is too stupid," she added. "Besides, he loves me too well for that. Didn't he_ tell Madame Eoguin that he had never been unfaithful to me, even in thought? He is virtue upon earth, that man. If any one ever deserved paradise he does. What does he accuse himself of to his confessor, I wonder? He must tell him a lot of fiddle-faddle. Eoy- alist as he is, though he does n't know why, he can't froth up his religion. Poor dear cat ! he creeps to Mass at eight o'clock as slyly as if he were going to a bad house. He fears God for God's sake ; hell is nothing to him. How could he have a mistress? He is so tied to my petticoat that he bores me. He loves me better than his own eyes ; he would put them out for my sake. For nineteen years he has never said to me one word louder than another. His daughter is never considered before me. But C^sarine is here — C^sarine ! C^sa- rine ! — Birotteau has never had a thought which he did not tell me. He was right enough when he declared to me at the Petit-Matelot that I should never know him till I tried him. AwA not here ! It is extraordinary ! " She turned her head with difficulty and glanced fur- tively about the room, then filled with those picturesque efitects which are the despair of language and seem to belong exclusively to the painters of genre. What words can picture the alarming zig-zags produced by falling shadows, the fantastic appearance of curtains bulged out by the wind, the flicker of uncertain light thrown by a night-lamp upon the folds of red calico, CSsar Birotteau. 6 the rays shed from a curtain-holder whose lurid centre was like the ej^e of a burglar, the apparition of a kneel- ing dress, — in short, all the grotesque effects which terrify the imagination at a moment when it has no power except to foresee misfortunes and exaggerate them? Madame Birotteau suddenly saw a strong light in the room beyond her chamber, and thought of fire ; but perceiving a red foulard which looked like a pool of blood, her mind turned exclusively to burglars, especially when she thought she saw traces of a struggle in the way the furniture stood about the room. Eecollecting the sum of monej' which was in the desk, a generous fear put an end to the chill fer- ment of her nightmare. She sprang terrified, and in her night-gown, into the very centre of the room to help her husband, whom she supposed to be in the grasp of assassins. " Birotteau ! Birotteau ! " she cried at last in a voice full of anguish. She then saw the perfumer in the middle of the next room, a yard-stick in his hand measuring the air, and so ill wrapped up in his green cotton dressing-gown with chocolate-colored spots that the cold had reddened his legs without his feeling it, preoccupied as he was. When Cesar turned about to say to his wife, "Well, what do you want, Constance?" his air and manner, like those of a man absorbed in calculations, were so prodigiously silly that Madame Birotteau began to laugh. "Goodness! Cesar, if you are not an oddity like that ! " she said. " Why did you leave me alone with- out teUing me ? I have nearly died of terror ; I did 6 CSsar Birotteau. not know what to imagine. Wliat are you doing there, fljing open to all the winds ? You '11 get as hoarse as a wolf. Do you hear me, Birotteau ? " "Yes, wife, here I am," answered the perfumer, coming into the bedroom. " Come and warm yourself, and tell me what maggot you 've got in your head," replied Madame Birotteau opening the ashes of the fire, which she hastened to relight. " I am frozen. Vfhat a goose I was to get up in my night-gown ! But I really thought they were assassinating you." The shopkeeper put his candlestick on the chimney- pieca, wrapped his dressing-gown closer about him, and went mechanically to find a flannel petticoat for his wife. " Here, Mimi, cover yourself up," he said. " Twenty- two by eighteen," he resumed, going on with his mono- logue ; " we can get a superb salon." "Ah, 9&,! Birotteau, are j'ou on the high-road to insanity ? Are you dreaming ? " " No, wife, I am calculating." "You had better wait till daylight for your non- sense," she cried, fastening the petticoat beneath her short night-gown and going to the door of the room where her daughter was in bed. "C^sarine is asleep," she said, " she won't hear us. Come, Birotteau, speak up. What is it?" " We can give a ball." "Give a ball! we? On the word of an honest woman, you are dreaming, my dear friend." " I am not dreaming, my beautiful white doe. Listen. People should always do what their position in life Cisar Birotteau. 7 demands. Government has brought me forward into prominence. I belong to the government; it is my duty to study its mind, and further its intentions by developing them. The Due de Richelieu has just put an end to the occupation of France by the foreign armies. According to Monsieur de la Billardiere, the functionaries who represent the city of Paris should make it their duty, each in his own sphere of influence, to celebrate the liberation of our territory. Let us show a true patriotism which shall put these liberals, these damned intriguers, to the blush; hein? Do you think I don't love my country? I wish to show the liberals, my enemies, that to love the king is to love France." " Do you think you have got anj' enemies, my poor Birotteau?" " Why, yes, wife, we have enemies. Half our friends in the quarter are our enemies. They all saj*, ' Birot- teau has had luck ; Birotteau is a man who came from nothing : yet here he is deputy-mayor ; everything suc- ceeds with him.' Well, they are going to be finely sur- prised. You are the first to be told that I am made a chevalier of the Legion of honor. The king signed the order yesterdaj'." " Oh ! then," said Madame Birotteau, much moved, " of course we must give the ball, my good friend. But what have you done to merit the cross ? " " Yesterday, when Monsieur de la Billardiere told me the news," said Birotteau, modestly, " I asked myself, as 3'ou do, what claims I had to it ; but I ended bj' see- ing what they were, and in approving the action of the government. In the first place, I am a roj^alist ; I was 8 CSsar Birotteau. wounded at Saint-Eoch in Vend^miaire : is n't it some- thing to have borne arms in those days for the good cause ? Then, according to the merchants, I exercised my judicial functions in a way to give general satisfac- tion. I am now deputj'-mayor. The king grants four crosses to the municipality of Paris ; the prefect, selecting among the deputies suitable persons to be thus decorated, has placed my name first on the list. The king moreover knows me : thanks to old Eagon. I furnish him with the only powder he is willing to use ; we alone possessthe receipt of the late queen, — poor, dear, august victim ! The mayor vehemently supported me. So there it is. If the king gives me the cross without m3' asking for it, it seems to me that I cannot refuse it without failing in my duty to him. Did I seek to be deputj^-mayor ? So, wife, since we are sailing be- fore the wind, as your uncle PUlerault says when he . is jovial, I have decided to put the household on a foot- ing in conformity with our high position. If I can become anything, I '11 risk being whatever the good God wills that I shall be, — sub-prefect, if such be my destiny. My wife, you are much mistaken if you think a citizen has paid his debt to his country by merely selling per- fumery for twenty j-ears to those who came to buj'^ it. If the State demands the help of our intelligence, we are as much bound to give it as we are to pay the tax on personal property, on windows and doors, et cmtera. Do you want to stay forever behind your counter ? You have been there, thank God, a long time. This ball shall be our fete, — yours and mine. Good-by to econ- omy, — for your sake, be it understood. I burn our sign, ' The Queen of Eoses ; ' I efface the name, ' Cesar CSsar Birotteau. 9 Birotteau, Perfumer, Successor to Ragon,' and put simply ' Perfumery ' in big letters of gold. On the entresol I place the ofBce, the counting-room, and a pretty little sanctum for you. I make the shop out of the back-shop, the present dining-room, and kitchen. I hire the first floor of the next house, and open a door into it through the wall. I turn the staircase so as to pass from house to house on one floor ; and we shall thus get a grand appartement, furnished like a nest. Yes, I shall refurnish your bedroom, and contrive a boudoir for you and a pretty chamber for Cesarine. The shop-girl whom you will hire, our head clerk, and your lady's-maid (yes, Madame, you are to have one !) will sleep on the second floor. On the third will be the kitchen and rooms of the cook and the man-of-all-work. The fourth shall be a general store-house for bottles, crystals, and porcelains. The workshop for our people, in the attic ! Passers-by shall no longer see them gum- ming on the labels, making the bags, sorting the flasks, and corking the phials. Very well for the Eue Saint- Denis, but for the Rue Saint- Honor6 — fy ! bad style! Our shop must be as comfortable as a drawing-room. Tell me, are we the only perfumers who have reached public honors ? Are there not vinegar merchants and mustard men who command in the National Guard and are ver}' well received at the Palace ? Let us imitate them ; let us extend our business, and at the same time press forward into higher society." "Goodness! Birotteau, do you know what I am thinking of as I listen to you ? You are like the man who looks for knots in a bulrush. Recollect what I said when it was a question of making you deputy-mayor : 10 Cisar Birotteau. ' your peace of mind before everything ! ' You are as fit, I told you, ' to be put forward in public life as my arm is to turn a windmill. Honors will be your ruin ! ' You would not listen to me, and now the ruin has come. To play a part in politics you must have money : have we any? What ! would you burn your sign, which cost six hundred francs, and renounce ' The Queen of Roses,' your true glory ? Leave ambition to others. He who puts his hand in the fire gets burned, — is n't that true ? Politics burn in these days. "We have one hundred good thousand francs invested outside of our business, our productions, our merchandise. If yow want to in- crease j-our fortune, do as they did in 1793. The Funds are at sixtj'-two : buy into the Funds. You will get ten thousand francs' income, and the investment won't ham- per our property. Take advantage of the occasion to marry our daughter ; sell the business, and let us go and live in your native place. Why ! for fifteen years j'ou have talked of nothing but buying Les Tr^sorifires, that pretty little property' near Chin on, where there are woods and fields, and ponds and vineyards, and two dairies, which bring in a thousand crowns a year, with a house which we both like, — all of which we can have for sixty thousand francs ; and, lo ! Monsieur now wants to become something under government ! Recollect what we are, — perfumers. If sixteen years before you invented the Double Paste of Sultans and the Carminative Balm some one had said, 'You are going to make enough money to buy Les Tresorieres,' would n't you have been half sick with joy ? Well, you can ac- quire that property which you wanted so much that you hardly opened your mouth about anything else, and CSsar Birotteau. 11 now you talk of spending on nonsense money earned by the sweat of our brow : I can say ours, for I 've sat be- hind the desk through all that time, like a poor dog in his kennel. Is n't it much better to come and visit our daughter after she is married to a notary of Paris, and live eight months of the j-ear at Chinon, than to begin here to make five sous six blanks, and of sis blanks nothing? Wait for a rise in the Funds, and you can give eight thousand francs a year to your daughter and we can keep two thousand for ourselves, and the pro- ceeds of the business will allow us to buy Les Tr^so- rieres. There in your native place, my good little cat, with our furniture, which is worth a great deal, we shall live like princes ; whereas here we want at least a million to make any figure at all." "I expected you to say all this, wife," said C^sar Birotteau. "I am not quite such a fool (though you think me a great fool, you do) as not to have thought of all that. Now, listen to me. Alexandre Crottat will fit us like a glove for a son-in-law, and he will succeed Roguin ; but do you suppose he will be satisfied with a hundred thousand francs dot? — supposing that we gave our whole property outside of the business to establish our daughter, and I am willing; I would gladly live on dry bread the rest of my days to see her happy as a queen, the wife of a notary of Paris, as j-ou say. Well, then, a hundred thousand francs, or even eight thousand francs a year, is nothing at all towards buy- ing Roguin's practice. Little Xandrot, as we call him, thinks, like all the rest of the world, that we are richer than we are. If his father, that big farmer who is as close as a snail, won't sell a hundred thousand francs 12 Cisar Birotteau. worth of land Xandrot can't be a notary, for Eoguin's practice is worth four or five hundred thousand. If Crottat does not pay half down, how could he negotiate the affair? Cesarine must have two hundred thousand francs dot ; and I mean that you and I shall retire solid bourgeois of Paris, with fifteen thousand francs a year. Hein ! If I could make you see that as plain as day, would n't it shut your mouth? " "Oh, if you 've got the mines of Peru — " "Yes, I have, my lamb. Yes," he said, taking his wife by the waist and striking her with little taps, under an emotion of joy which lighted up his features, "I did not wish to tell j'ou of this matter till it was aU cooked ; but to-morrow it will be done, — that is, per- haps it will. Here it is then : Eoguin has proposed a speculation to me, so safe that he has gone into it with Ragon, with your uncle Pillerault, and two other of his clients. We are to buy property near the Madeleine, which, according to Eoguin's calculations, we shall get for a quarter of the value which it will bring three j-ears from now, at which time, the present leases having ex- pired, we shall manage it for ourselves. We have all six taken certain shares. I furnish three hundred thou- sand francs, — that is, three-eighths of the whole. If any one of us wants money, Eoguin will get it for him by hj'pothecating his share. To hold the gridiron and know how the fish are fried, I have chosen to be nomi- nally proprietor of one half, which is, however, to be the common property of Pillerault and the worthy Eagon and myself Eoguin will be, under the name of Monsieur Charles Claparon, co-proprietor with me, and will give a reversionary deed to his associates, as I shall CSsar Birotteau. 13 to mine. The deeds of purchase are made by promises of sale under private seal, until we are masters of the whole property. Roguin will investigate as to which of the contracts should be paid in money, for he is not sure that we can dispense with registering and yet turn over the titles to those to whom we sell in small jsarcels. But it takes too long to explain all this to j'ou. The ground once paid for, we have only to cross our arms and in three years we shall be rich by a million. C€- sarine will then be twenty, our business will be sold, and we shall step, by the grace of God, modestly to eminence." " Where will you get your three hundred thousand francs ? " said Madame Birotteau. " You don't understand business, mj'' beloved little cat. I shall take the hundred thousand francs which are now with Roguin ; I shall borrow forty thousand on the buildings and gardens where we now have our manufactory in the Faubourg du Temple ; we have twenty thousand francs here in hand, — in all, one hun- dred and sixty thousand. There remain one hundred an,d forty thousand more, for which I shall sign notes to the order of Monsieur Charles Claparon, banker. He will pay the value, less the discount. So there are the three hundred thousand francs provided for. He who owns rents owes nothing. When the notes fall due we can pay them off with our profits. If we cannot pay them in cash, Roguin will give the money at five per cent, hypothecated on my share of the prop- erty. But such loans will be unnecessary. I have dis- covered an essence which will make the hair grow, — an OU Comagene, from Syria ! Livingston has just 14 Ci%ar Birotteau. set up for me an hydraulic press to manufacture the oil from nuts, which yield it readily under strong pres- sure. In a year, according to vay calculations, I shall have made a hundred thousand francs at least. I meditate an advertisement which shall begin, ' Down with wigs ! ' — the effect will be prodigious. You have never found out my wakefulness, Madame ! For three months the success of Macassar Oil has kept me from sleeping. I am resolved to take the shine out of Macassar ! " " So these are the fine projects you've been rolling in your noddle for two months without choosing to tell me? I have just seen myself begging at my own door, — a warning from heaven ! Before long we shall have nothing left but our eyes to weep with. Never while I live shall you do it; do j'ou hear me, Cesar? Underneath all this there is some plot which j-ou don't perceive ; you are too upright and loyal to suspect the trickery of others. Why should they come and offer you millions? You are giving up j'our property, you are going bej'ond your means ; and if your oil does n't succeed, if you don't make the money, if the value of the land can't be realized, how will j-ou pay jour notes ? With the shells of your nuts ? To rise in so- ciety you are going to hide your name, take down your sign, 'The Queen of Roses,' and j'et you mean to salaam and bow and scrape in advertisements and prospectuses, which will placard Cesar Birotteau at every corner, and on all the boards, wherever they are building." "Oh! you are not up to it all. I shall have a branch establishment, under the name of Popinot, in Cisar Birotteau. 16 some house near the Rue des Lombards, where I shall put little Anselme. I shall paj- my debt of gratitude to Monsieur and Madame Eagon by setting up their nephew, who can make his fortune. The poor Eago- nines look to me half- starved of late." " Bah ! all those people want your money." ' ' But what people, my treasure ? Is it j-our uncle Pillerault, who loves us like the apple of his eye, and dines with us every Sunday? Is it good old Eagon, our predecessor, who has forty upright years in business to boast of, and with whom we play our game of bos- ton? Is it Eoguin, a notary, a man fifty-seven years old, twenty-five of which he has been in office? A notary of Paris ! he would be the flower of the lot, if honest folk were not aU worth the same price. If necessary, my associates will help me. Where is the plot, my white doe? Look here, I must tell j'ou j-our defect. On the word of an honest man it lies on my heart. You are as suspicious as a cat. As soon as we had two sous worth in the shop you thought the customers were aU thieves. I had to go down on my knees to you to let me make you rich. For a Parisian girl yxyvL have no ambition ! If it had n't been for your perpetual fears, no man could have been happier than I. If I had listened to you I should never have invented the Paste of Sultans nor the Carminative Balm. Our shop has given us a living, but those two discoveries have made the hundred and sixty thousand francs which we possess, net and clear ! "Without my genius, for I certainly have talent as a perfumer, we should now be petty retail shopkeepers, pulling the devil's tail to make both ends meet. I should n't be a distinguished mer- 16 CSsar Birotteau. chant, competing in the election of judges for the depart- ment of commerce ; I should be neither a judge nor a deputy-mayor. Do you know what I should be? A shopkeeper hke Pere Eagon, — be it said without offence, for I respect shopkeeping ; the best of our kidney are in it. After seUing perfumery like him for forty years, we should be worth three thousand francs a j'ear ; and at the price things are now, for they have doubled in value, we should, like them, have barely enough to live on. (Day after day that poor old household wrings my heart more and more. I must know more about it, and I'll get at the truth from Popinot to-morrow !) If T had followed your advice — you who have such uneasy happiness and are alwaj's asking whether you will have to-morrow what j'ou have got to-day — I should have no credit, I should have no cross of the Legion of honor. I should not be on the highroad to becoming a political personage. Yes, yon maj' shake your head, but if our affair succeeds I may become deputy of Paris. Ah ! I am not named Cesar for nothing ; I succeed. It is unimaginable ! outside every one credits me with capac- ity, but here the only person whom I want so much to please that I sweat blood and water to make her happy, is precisely the one who takes me for a fool." These phrases, divided by eloquent pauses and deliv- ered like shot, after the manner of those who recrimi- nate, expressed so deep and constant an attachment that Madame Birotteau was inwardly touched, though, like all women, she made use of the love she inspired to gain her end. "Well! Birotteau," she said, "if you love me, let me be happy my own way. Neither you nor I have CSsar Birotteau. 17 education ; we don't know how to talk, nor to plaj' ' your obedient servant ' like men of the world ; how then do j'ou expect that we could succeed in government places ? I shall be happj- at Les Tr(5sorieres, indeed I shall. I have always loved birds and animals, and I can pass my life very well taking care of the hens and the farm. Let us sell the business, marry Cesarine, and give up your visions. We can come and pass the winters in Paris with our son-in-law ; we shall be happy ; nothing in politics or commerce can then change our way of life. Why do you want to crush others? Isn't our present fortune enough for us? When you are a millionnaire can you eat two dinners ; will you want two wives ? Look at my uncle Pillerault ! He is wisely content with his little property, and spends his life in good deeds. Does he want fine furniture? Not he ! I know very well you have been ordering furniture for me : 1 saw Braschon here, and it was not to buy perfumery.'' " Well, my beauty, yes ! Your furniture is ordered ; our improvements begin to-morrow, and are superin- tended by an architect recommended to me by Monsieur de la Billardiere." " My God ! " she cried, " have pity upon us ! " "But you are not reasonable, raj love. Do j'ou- think that at thirty-seven years of age, fresh and pretty as you are, you can go and bur}^ yourself at Chinon? I, thank God, am only thirty-nine. Chance opens to me a fine career ; I enter upon it. If I conduct myself prudentl}' I can make an honorable house among the bourgeoisie of Paris, as was done in former times. I can found the house of Birotteau, like the house of 2 18 C6&ar Birotteau. Keller, or Jules Desmarets, or Koguin, Cochin, Guil- laume, Lebas, Nucingen, SaiUard, Popinot, Matifat, who make their mark, or have made it, in their respec- tive quarters. Come now ! If this aflFair were not as sure as bars of gold — '' " Sure ! " "Yes, sure. For two months I have figured at it. Without seeming to do so, I have been getting informa- tion on building from the department of public works, from architects and contractors. Monsieur Grindot, the young architect who is to alter our house, is in de- spair that he has no money to put into the speculation." "He hopes for the work; he says that to screw something out of you." " Can he take in such men as Pillerault, as Charles Claparon, as Eoguin? The profit is as sure as that of the Paste of Sultans." "But, my dear friend, why should Roguin speculate? He gets his commissions, and his fortune is made. I see him pass sometimes more full of care than a minis- ter of state, with an underhand look which I don't like ; he hides some secret anxiety. His face has grown in five years to look like that of an old rake. Who can be sure that he won't kick over the traces when he gets all your property into his own hands. Such things happen. Do we know him well? He has only been a friend for fifteen years, and I would n't put my hand into the fire for him. Why ! he is not decent : he does not live with his wife. He must have mistresses who ruin him ; I don't see any other cause for his anxiety. When I am dressing I look through the blinds, and I often see him coming home in the mornings: where C4sar Birotteau. 19 from ? Nobody knows. He seems to me like a man who has an establishment in town, who spends on his pleasures, and Madame on hers. Is that the life of a notary ? If they make fifty thousand francs a year and spend sixty thousand, in twenty years they will get to the end of their property and be as naked as the little Saint John ; and then, as they can't do without luxury, they will prey upon their friends without compunction.. Charity begins at home. He is intimate with that little scamp du Tillet, our former clerk ; and I see nothing good in that friendship. If he does n't know how to judge du Tillet he must be blind ; and if he does know him, whj' does he pet him ? You '11 tell me, because his wife is fond of du Tillet. Well, I don't look for any good in a man who has no honor with respect to his wife. Besides, the present owners of that land must be fools to sell for a hundred sous what is worth a hundred francs. If you met a child who did not know the value of a louis, wouldn't you feel bound to tell him of it? Your aflTair looks to me like a theft, be it said without offence." "Good God! how queer women are sometimes, and how they mix up ideas ! If Roguin were not in this business, you would say to me : ' Look here, Cesar, j'ou are going into a thing without Roguin ; therefore it is worth nothing.' But to-day he is in it, as security, and you tell me — " " No, that is a Monsieur Claparon." "But a notary cannot put his own name into a speculation." "Then why is he doing a thing forbidden by law? How do you answer that, you who are guided by law?" 20 CSsar Birotteau. " Let me go on. Eogiiin is in it, and you tell me the business is worthless. Is that reasonable ? You say, ' He is acting against the law.' But he would put him- self openly in the business if it were necessary. Can't they say the same of me ? "Would Ragon and Pillerault come and say to me : ' "Why do you have to do with this affair, — you who have made your money as a merchant ? ' " "Merchants are not in the same position as nota- ries," said Madame Birotteau. " "Well, my conscience is clear," said Cesar, continu- ing ; " the people who sell, sell because thej' must ; we do not steal from them an j^ more than you steal from others when you buy their stocks at seventy-five. "We buy the ground to-day at to-day's price. In two years it will be another thing: just so with stocks. Know then, Coustance-Barbe-Josephine Pillerault, that you wiU. never catch C^sar Birotteau doing anything against the most rigid honor, nor against the laws, nor against his conscience, nor against delicacy. A man established and known for eighteen years, to be suspected in his own household of dishonesty ! " " Come, be calm, Cesar! A woinan who has lived with you all that time knows down to the bottom of your soul. You are the master, after all. You earned your fortune, didn't you? It is yours, and you can spend it. If we are reduced to the last straits of pov- erty, neither your daughter nor I will make you a single reproach. But, listen : when you invented your Paste of Sultans and Carminative Balm, what did you'risk? Five or six thousand francs. To-day you put all your fortune on a game of cards. And you are not the only Gisar Birotteau. 21 one to play ; you have associates who may be much cleverer than j-ou. Give j'our ball, remodel the house, spend ten thousand francs if j-ou like, — it is useless but not ruinous. As to j'our speculations near the Made- leine, I formally object. You are a perfumer : be a perfumer, and not a speculator in land. We women have instincts which do not deceive us. I have warned you ; now follow your own lead. You have been judge in the department of commerce, you know the laws. So'; far, 5-ou have guided the ship well, C^sar ; I shall follow 3'ou ! But I shall tremble till I see our fortune solidly secure and Cesarine well married. God grant that my dream be not a prophecj' ! " This submission thwarted Birotteau, who now em- ployed an innocent ruse to which he had had recourse on similar occasions. "Listen, Constance. I have not given my word; though it is the same as if I had.'' " Oh, C^sar, all is said ; let us say no more. Honor before fortune. Come, go to bed, dear friend, there is no more wood. Besides, we shall talk better in bed, if it amuses you. Oh! that horrid dream! My God ! to see one's self! It was fearful ! Cesarine and I will have to make a pretty number of neuvaines for the success of your speculations." " Doubtless the help of God can do no harm," said Birotteau, gravely. " But the oil of nuts is also pow- erful, wife. I made this discovery just as I made that of the Double Paste of Sultans, — by chance. The first time by opening a book ; this time by looking at an engraving of Hero and Leander : you know, the woman who pours oil on the head of her lover ; pretty, 22 Cisar Birotteau. is n't it? The safest speculations are those whicli de- pend on vanity, on self-love, on the desire of appearing well. Those sentiments never die." " Alas ! I know it well." "At a certain age men will turn their souls inside out to get hair, if they have n't any. For some time past hair-dressers have told me that they sell not only Macassar, but all the drugs which are said to dye hair or make it grow. Since the peace, men are more with women, and women don't like bald-heads ; hey ! hey ! Mimi? The demand for that article grows out of the political situation. A composition which will keep the hair in good health will sell like bread ; all the more if it has the sanction, as it will have, of the Academy of Sciences. My good Monsieur Vauqueliu will perhaps help me once more. I shall go to him to-morrow and submit my idea ; offering him at the same time that engraving which I have at last found in Germany, after two years' search. He is now engaged in analyzing hair : Chiffreville, his associate in the manufacture of chemical products, told me so. If my discovery should jump with his, mj' essence will be bought by both sexes. The idea is a fortune ; I repeat it. Mon Dieu ! I can't sleep. Hey! luckily little Popinot has the finest head of hair in the world. A shop-girl with hair long enough .to touch the ground, and who could say — if the thing were possible without offence to God or my neighbor — that the Oil Comagfene (for it shall be an oil, decidedly) has had something to do with it, — all the gray-heads in Paris will fling themselves upon the invention like poverty upon the world. Hey! hey! Mignonne ! how about the ball? I am not wicked, but Gisar Birotteau. 28 I should like to meet that little scamp du Tillet, who swells out with his fortune and avoids me at the Bourse. He knows that I know a thing about him which was not fine. Perhaps I have been too kind to him. Is n't it odd, wife, that we are always punished for our good deeds? — here below, I mean. I behaved like a father to him ; you don't know all I did for him." " You give me goose-flesh merely speaking of it. If you knew what he wished to make of you, you would never have kept the secret of Ms stealing that three thousand francs, — for I guessed just how the thing was done. If you had sent him to the correctional police, perhaps you would have done a service to a good many people." " What did he wish to make of me? " " Nothing. If you were inclined to listen to me to-night, I would give you a piece of good advice, Birotteau ; and that is, to let your du Tillet alone." "Won't it seem strange if I exclude him from my house, — a clerk for whom I indorsed to the amount of twenty thousand francs when he first went into busi- ness? Come, let us do good for good's sake. Besides, perhaps du Tillet has mended his ways." " Everything is to be turned topsy-turvy, then? " " What do you mean with your topsy-turvy? Every- thing will be ruled like a sheet of music-paper. Have you forgotten what I have just told you about turning the staircase and hiring the first floor of the next liouse ? — which is all settled with the umbrella-maker, Cayron. He and I are going to-morrow to see his proprietor, Monsieur Molineux. To-morrow I have as much to do as a minister of state." 24 CSsar Birotteau. "You turn my brain with your projects," said Con- stance. "I am all mixed up. Besides, Birotteau, I 'm asleep." " Good-day," replied the husband. " Just listen ; I say good-day because it is morning, Mimi. Ah ! there she is off, the dear child. Yes! you shall be rich, richissime, or I'll renounce my name of Cesar!" A few moments later Constance and C^sar were peacefully snoring. Cisar Birotteau. 25 II. A GLANCE rapidly thrown over the past life of this household will strengthen the ideas which ought to have been suggested by the friendly altercation of the two personages in this scene. While picturing the manners and customs of retail shopkeepers, this sketch will also show by what singular chances Cesar Birotteau became deputy-mayor and perfumer, retired oflScer of the National Guard, and chevalier of the Legion of honor. In bringing to light the depths of his charac- ter and the causes of his rise, we shall show that for- tuitous commercial events which strong brains dominate, may become irreparable catastrophes for weak ones. Events are never absolute ; their results depend on individuals. Misfortune is a stepping-stone for genius, the baptismal font of Christians, a treasure for the skilful man, an abyss for the feeble. A vine-dresser in the neighborhood of Chinon, named Jean Birotteau, married the waiting-maid of a lady whose vines he tilled. He had three sons ; his wife died in giving birth to the last, and the poor man did not long survive her. The mistress had been fond of the maid, and brought up with her own sons the eldest child, Francois, and placed him in a seminary. Or- dained priest, Frangois Birotteau hid himself during the Revolution, and led the wandering life of priests not sworn by the RepubUc, hunted like wild beasts and 26 Cisar Birotteau. guillotined at the first chance. 'At the time when this history begins he was vicar of the cathedral of Tours, and had only once left that city to visit his brother Cesar. The bustle of Paris so bewildered the good priest that he was afraid to leave his room. He called the cabriolets "half-coaches," and wondered at all he saw. After a week's stay he went back to Tours re- solving never to revisit the capital. The second son of the vine-dresser, Jean Birotteau, was drafted into the militia, and won the rank of cap- tain early in the wars of the Revolution. At the battle of Tr^bia, Macdonald called for volunteers to carry a battery. Captain Jean Birotteau advanced with his company, and was killed. The destiny of the Birotteaus demanded, no doubt, that they should be oppressed by men, or by circumstances, whereso- ever they planted themselves. The last child is the hero of this story. When C^sar at fourteen years of age could read, write, and' cipher, he left his native place and came to Paris on foot to seek his fortune, with one louis in his pocket. The recommendation of an apothecary at Tours got him a place as shop-boy with Monsieur and Madame Ragon, perfumers. Cesar owned at this period a pair of hob-nailed shoes, a pair of breeches, blue stockings, a flowered waistcoat, a peasant's jacket, three coarse shirts of good linen, and his travelling cudgel. If his hair was cut like that of a choir-boy, he at least had the sturdy loins of a Tourangian ; if he yielded some- times to the native idleness of his birthplace, it was counterbalanced by his desire to make his fortune ; if he lacked cleverness and education, he possessed an CSsar Birotteau. 27 instinctive rectitude and delicate feelings, which he inherited from his mother, — a being who had, in Tour- angian phrase, a " heart of gold." C^sar received from the Eagons his food, six francs a month as wages, and a pallet to sleep upon in the garret near the cook. The clerks who taught him to pack the goods, to do the errands, and sweep up the shop and the pave- ment, made fun of him as they did so, according to the manners and customs of shop-keeping, in which chaff is a principal element of instruction. Monsieur and Madame Ragon spoke to him like a dog. No one paid attention to his weariness, though manj- a night his feet, blistered b}' the pavements of Paris, and his bruised shoulders, made him suffer horribly. This harsh application of the maxim " each for himself," — the gospel of large cities, — made C6sar think the life of Paris very hard. At night he cried as he thought of Touraine, where the peasant works at his ease, where the mason lays a stone between breakfast and dinner, and idleness is wiselj"- mingled with labor; but he always fell asleep without having time to think of running away, for he had his errands to do in the morning, and obeyed his duty with the instinct of a watch-dog. If occasionally he complained, the head clerk would smile with a jovial air, and say, — " Ah, my boy ! all is not rose at ' The Queen of Roses.' Larks don't fall down roasted ; you must run after them and catch them, and then you must find some way to cook them." The cook, a big creature from Picardy, took the best bits for herself, and only spoke to Cesar when she wanted to complain of Monsieur and Madame Ragon, 28 CSsar Birotteau. who left her nothing to steal. Towards the end of the first month this girl, who was forced to keep house of a Sunday, opened a conversation with Cesar. Ursula with the grease washed off seemed charming to the poor shop-boy, who, unless hindered by chance, was lilcely to strike on the first rock that lay hidden in his way. Like all unprotected boys, he loved the first woman who threw him a kind look. The cook took Cesar under her protection ; and thence followed certain secret relations, which the clerks laughed at pitilessly. Two years later, the cook happily abandoned Cesar for a young recruit belonging to her native place who was then hiding in Paris, — a lad twenty years old, owning a few acres of land, who let Ursula marry him. During those two years the cook had fed her little Cesar well, and had explained to him certain mysteries of Parisian life, which she made him look at from the bottom ; and she impressed upon him, out of jealousy, a profound horror of evil places, whose dangers seemed not unknown to her. In 1792 the feet of the deserted C^sar were well-toughened to the pavements, his shoul- ders to the bales, and his mind to what he called the " humbugs " of Paris. So when Ursula abandoned him he was speedily consoled, for she had realized none of his instinctive ideas in relation to sentiment. Licen- tious and surly, wheedling and pilfering, selfish and a tippler, she clashed with the simple nature of Birotteau without offering him any compensating perspective. Sometimes the poor lad felt with pain that he was bound by ties that are strong to hold ingenuous hearts to a crea- ture with whom he could not sj-mpathize. By the time that he became master of his own heart he had reached Cesar Birotteau. 29 his growth, and was sixteen years old. His mind, de- veloped bj' Ursula and \>y the banter of the clerks, made him study commerce with an eye in which intelligence ■was veiled beneath simplicity : he observed the custo- mers ; asked in leisure moments for explanations about the merchandise, whose divers sorts and proper places he retained in his head. The day came when he knew all the articles, and their prices and marks, better than any new-comer ; and from that time Monsieur and Madame Ragon made a practice of employing him in the business. When the terrible levy of the jear II. made a clean sweep in the shop of citizen Ragon, Cesar Birotteau, promoted to be second clerk, profited by the occasion to obtain a salary of fifty francs a month, and took his seat at the dinner-table of the Ragons with ineffable delight. The second clerk of "The Queen of Roses," possessing already sis hundred francs, now had a chamber where he could put awaj', in long-coveted articles of furniture, the clothing he had little by little got together. Dressed like other young men of an epoch when fashion required the assumption of boorish manners, the gentle and modest peasant had an air and manner which rendered him at least their equal ; and he thus passed the barriers which in other times ordi- nary life would have placed between himself and the bourgeoisie. Towards the end of this year his integrity won him a place in the counting-room. The dignified citoyenne Ragon herself looked after his linen, and the two shopkeepers became familiar with him. In Vend^miaire, 1794, Cesar, who possessed a hun- dred louis d'or, changed them for sis thousand francs 30 CSsar Birotteau. in assignats, with which he bought into the Funds at thirty, paying for the investment on the very day before the paper began its course of depreciation at the Bourse, and locking up his securities with unspeakable satisfac- tion. From that day forward he watched the move- ment of stocks and public affairs with secret anxieties of his own, which made him quiver at each rumor of the reverses or successes that marked this period of our history. Monsieur Ragon, formerly perfumer to her majesty Queen Marie- Antoinette, confided to C^sar Birotteau, during this critical period, his attachment to the fallen tyrants. This disclosure was one of the cardinal events in Cesar's life. The nightly conversa- tions when the shop was closed, the street quiet, the accounts regulated, made a fanatic of the Tourangian, who in becoming a royalist obeyed an inborn instinct. The recital of the virtuous deeds of Louis XVI., the anecdotes with which husband and wife exalted the memory of the queen, fired the imagination of the young man. The horrible fate of those two crowned heads, decapitated a few steps from the shop-door, roused his feeling heart and made him hate a system of government which was capable of shedding blood with- out repugnance. His commercial interests showed him the death of trade in the Maximum, and in political convulsions, which are always destructive of business. Moreover, like a true perfumer, he hated the revolution which made a Titus of every man and abolished powder. The tranquillity resulting from absolutism could alone, he thought, give life to money, and he grew bigoted on behalf of royalty. When Monsieur Ragon saw that C6sar was well disposed on this point, he made him head- C6sar Birotteau. 31 clerk and initiated him into the secrets of " The Queen of Roses," several of whose customers were the most active and devoted emissaries of the Bourbons, and where the correspondence between Paris and the West secretly went on. Carried away by the fervor of youth, electrified by his intercourse with the Georges, the Billardiere, Montauran, Bauvan, Longuy, Manda, Bernier, du Gudnic, and the Fontaines, C6sar flung himself into the conspiracy by which the royalists and the terrorists combined on the 13th Vend^miaire against the expiring Convention. On that day C^sar had the honor of fighting against Napoleon on the steps of Saint-Eoch, and was wounded at the beginning of the afl'air. Every one knows the re- sult of that attempt. If the aide-de-camp of Barras then issued from his obscurity, the obscuritj- of Birotteau Baved the clerk's life. A few friends carried the bellig- erent perfumer to " The Queen of Roses," where he re- mained hidden in the garret, nursed by Madame Ragon, and happily forgotten. Cdsar Birotteau never had but that one spirt of martial courage. During the month his convalescence lasted, he made solid reflections on the absurdity of an alliance between politics and perfumery. Although he remained royalist, he resolved to be, purely and simply, a royalist perfumer, and never more to compromise himself, body and soul, for his country. On the 18th Brumaire, Monsieur and Madame Ragon, despairing of the roj'al cause, determined to give up perfumery, and live like honest bourgeois without med- dling in politics. To recover the value of their business, it was necessary to find a man who had more integrity than ambition, more plain good sense than ability. 32 G6mr Birotteau. Eagon proposed the aflfair to his head-clerk. Birotteau, now master at twenty years of age of a thousand francs a year from the public Funds, hesitated. His ambition was to live near Chinon as soon as he could get together an income of fifteen hundred francs, or whenever the First Consul should have consolidated the public debt by consolidating himself in the Tuileries. Why should he risk his honest and simple independence in commer- cial uncertainties? he asked himself. He had never expected to win so large a fortune, and he owed it to happy chances which only came in early youth ; he in- tended to marry in Touraine some woman rich enough to enable him to buy and cultivate Les Tr^sorieres, a little property which, from the dawn of his reason, he had coveted, which he dreamed of augmenting, where he could make a thousand crowns a year, and where he would lead a life of happy obscurity. He was about to refuse the offer, when love suddenly changed all his resolutions by increasing tenfold the measure of his ambition. After Ursula's desertion, C^sar had remained virtu- ous, as much through fear of the dangers of Paris as from application to his work. When the passions are without food they change their wants ; marriage then becomes, to persons of the middle class, a fixed idea, for it is their only way of winning and appropriating a woman. C^sar Birotteau had reached that point. Everything at ' ' The Queen of Roses " now rested on the head-clerk ; he had not a moment to give to pleasure. In such a life wants become imperious, and a chance meeting with a beautiful young woman, of whom a liber- tine clerk would scarcely have dreamed, produced on CSsar Birotteau. 33 Cesar an overpowering effect. On a fine June daj-, crossing by tlie Pout-Marie to the lie Saint-Louis, he saw a young girl standing at the door of a shop at the angle of the Quai d'Anjou. Constance Pillerault was the forewoman of a linen-draper's establishment called Le Petit Matelot, — the first of those shops which have since been established in Paris with more or less of painted signs, fioating banners, show-cases filled with swinging shawls, cravats arranged like houses of cards, and a thousand other commercial seductions, such as fixed prices, fillets of suspended objects, placards, illusions and optical effects carried to such a degree of perfection that a shop-front has now become a commercial poem. The low price of all the articles called ' ' Novelties " which were to be found at the Petit-Matelot gave the shop an unheard of vogue, and that in a part of Paris which was the least favorable to fashion and commerce. The young forewoman was at this time cited for her beauty, as was the case in later days with the beautiful lemonade-girl of the caf^ of the Milles Colonnes, and several other poor creatures who flattened more noses, young and old, against the window-panes of milliners, confectioners, and linen-drapers, than there are stones in the streets of Paris. The head-clerk of " The Queen of Eoses," living be- tween Saint-Roch and the Eue de la Sourdiere, knew nothing of the existence of the Petit-Matelot ; for the smaller trades of Paris are more or less strangers to each other. C^sar was so vigorously smitten by the beauty of Constance that he rushed furiouslj' into the shop to buy six linen shirts, disputing the price a long time, and requiring volumes of linen to be unfolded 3 34 Cisar Birotteau. and shown to him, precisely like an Englishwoman in the humor for " shopping." The young person deigned to take notice of C^sar, perceiving, by certain symptoms known to women, that he came more for the seller than the goods. He dictated his name and address to the young lady, who grew very indifferent to the admira- tion of her customer so soon as the purchase was made. The poor clerk had had little to do to win the good graces of Ursula ; in such matters he was as sUIy as a sheep, and love now made him sillier. He dared not utter a word, and was moreover too dazzled to observe the indifference which succeeded the smiles of the syren shopwoman. For eight succeeding days C^sar mounted guard every evening before ^ the Petit-Mat elot, watching for a look as a dog waits for a bone at the kitchen door, indifferent to the derision of the clerks and the shop-girls, humbly stepping aside for the buyers and passers-by, and ab- sorbed in the little revolving world of the shop. Some days later he again entered the paradise of his angel, less to purchase handkerchiefs than to communicate to her a luminous idea. "If you should have need of perfumery. Mademoi- selle, I could furnish you in the same manner," he said as he paid for the handkerchiefs. Constance PiUerault was daily receiving brilliant pro- posals, in which there was no question of marriage ; and though her heart was as pure as her forehead was white, it was only after six months of marches and counter- marches, in the course of which C^sar revealed his inex- tmguishable love, that she condescended to receive his attentions, and even then without committing herself to GSsar Birotteau. 35 an answer, — a prudence suggested by the number of her swains, wholesale wine-merchants, rich proprietors of cafes, and others who made soft eyes at her. The lover was backed up in his suit by the guardian of Constance, Monsieur Claude-Joseph Pillerault, at that time an ironmonger on the Qnai de la Ferraille, whom the young man had finally discovered by devoting himself to the subterraneous spying which distinguishes a genuine love. The rapidity of this narrative compels us to pass over in silence the joj's of Parisian love tasted .with inno- cence, the prodigalities peculiar to clerkdom, such as melons in their earliest prime, choice dinners at V^nua's followed by the theatre, Sunday jaunts to the country in hackney-coaches. Without being handsome, there was nothing in Cesar's person which made it difficult to love him. The life of Paris and his sojourn in a dark shop had dulled the brightness of his peasant com- plexion. His abundant black hair, his solid neck and shoulders like those of a Norman horse, his sturdy limbs, his honest and straightforward manner, all con- tributed to predispose others in his favor. The uncle Pillerault, whose duty it was to watch over the happi- ness of his brother's daughter, made inquiries which resulted in his sanctioning the wishes of the j'oung Tourangian. In the year 1800, and in the pretty month of May, Mademoiselle Pillerault consented to marry Cdsar Birotteau, who fainted with joy at the moment when, under a linden at Sceaux, Constance-Barbe- Josephine Pillerault accepted him as her husband. "My little girl," said Monsieur Pillerault, "you have won a good husband. He has a warm heart and 36 G4sar Birotteau. honorable feelings ; he is true as gold, and as good as an infant Jesus, — in fact, a king of men." Constance frankly abdicated the more brilliant des- tiny to which, like all shop-girls, she may at times have aspired. She wished to be an honest woman, a good mother of a family, and looked at life according to the religious programme of the middle classes. Such a career suited her own ideas far better than the danger- ous vanities which seduce so many youthful Parisian imaginations. Constance, with her narrow intelligence, was a type of the petty bourgeoisie whose labors are not performed without grumbling; who begin by refusing what they desire, and end by getting angry when taken at their word ; whose restless activity is carried into the kitchen and into the counting-room, into the gravest matters of business, and into the invisible darns of the household linen ; who love while scolding, who conceive no ideas but the simplest (the small change of the mind) ; who argue about everything, fear everything, calculate everything, and fret perpetually over the future. Her cold but ingenuous beauty, her touching expression, her freshness and purity, prevented Birot- teau from thinking of defects, which moreover were more than compensated by a delicate sense of honor natural to women, by an excessive love of order, by a fanaticism for work, and by her genius as a sales- woman. Constance was eighteen years old, and pos- sessed eleven thousand francs of her own. Cesar, inspired by his love with an excessive ambition, bought the business of "The Queen of Roses" and removed it to a handsome building near the Place Vendome. At the early age of twentj'-one, married to a woman he CSsar Birotteau. 37 adored, the proprietor of an establishment for which he had paid three quarters of the price down, he had the right to view, and did view, the future in glowing colors ; all the more when he measured the path which led from his original point of departure. Eoguin, notary of Eagon, who had drawn up the marriage con- tract, gave the new perfumer some sound advice, and prevented him from paying the whole purchase money- down with the fortune of his wife. " Keep the means of undertaking some good enter- prise, my lad," he had said to him. Birotteau looked up to the notary with admiration, feU into the habit of consulting him, and made him his friend. Like Eagon and Pillerault, he had so much faith in the profession that he gave himself up to Eoguin without allowing himself a suspicion. Thanks to this advice, C^sar, supplied with the eleven thousand francs of his wife for his start in business, would have scorned to exchange his possessions for those of the First Con- sul, brilliant as the prospects of Napoleon might seem. At first the Birotteaus kept only a cook, and lived in the entresol above the shop, — a sort of den tolerably well decorated by an upholsterer, where the bride and bridegroom began a honeymoon that was never to end. Madame Cesar appeared to advantage behind the coun- ter. Her celebrated beautj"^ had an enormous influence upon the sales, and the beautiful Madame Birotteau be- came a topic among the fashionable young men of the Empire. If Cesar was sometimes accused of royalism, the world did justice to his honesty ; if a few neigh- boring shopkeepers envied his happiness, every one at least thought him worthy of it. The bullet which struck 88 CSmr Birotteau. him on the steps of Saint-Eoch gave him the reputation of being mixed up with political secrets, and also of being a courageous man, — though he had no military courage in his heart, and not the smallest political idea in his brain. Upon these grounds the worthy people of the arrondissement made him captain of the National Guard ; but he was cashiered by Napoleon, who, accord- ing to Birotteau, owed him a grudge for their encounter on the 13th Vend^miaire. Cesar thus obtained at a cheap rate a varnish of persecution, which made him interesting in the eyes of the opposition, and gave him a certain importance. Such was the history of this household, lastingly happy through its feelings, and agitated only by com- mercial anxieties. During the first year Cesar instructed his wife about the sales of their merchandise and the details of perfu- mery, — a business which she understood admirably. She really seemed to have been created and sent into the world to fit on the gloves of customers. At the close of that year the assets staggered our ambitious perfumer ; all costs calculated, he would be able in less than twenty years to make a modest capital of one hun- dred thousand francs, which was the sum at which he estimated their happiness. He then resolved to reach fortune more rapidly, and determined to manufacture articles as well as retail them. Contrary to the advice of his wife, he hired some sheds, with the ground about them, in the Faubourg du Temple, and painted upon them in big letters, " Manufactory of C6sar Birotteau." He enticed a skilful workman from Grasse, with whom Cisar Birotteau. 39 he began, on equal shares, the manufacture of soaps, essences, and eau-de-cologne. His connection with this man lasted only six months, and ended by losses which fell upon him alone. Without allowing himself to be discouraged, Birotteau determined to get better results at an J' price, solely to avoid being scolded by his wife, — to whom he acknowledged later that in those depressing days his head had boiled like a saucepan, and that several times, if it had not been for his re- ligious sentiments, he should have flung himself into the Seine. Harassed by some unprofitable enterprise, he was lounging, one day along the boulevard on his way to dinner, — for the Parisian lounger is as often a man fiUed with despair as an idler, — when among a parcel of books for six sous a-piece, laid out in a hamper on the pavement, his eyes lighted on the following title, yellow with dust : ' ' Abdeker, or the Art of Preserving Beauty." He picked up the so-called Arab book, a sort of romance written by a physician of the preced- ing centurj', and happened on a page which related to perfumes. Leaning against a tree on the boulevard to turn over the leaves at his ease, he read a note by the author which explained the nature of the skin and the cuticle, and showed that a certain soap, or a certain paste, often produced effects quite contrary to those ex- pected of them, if the soap and the paste toned up a skin which needed relaxing, or relaxed a skin which required tonics. Birotteau bought the book, in which he saw his fortune. Nevertheless, having little confidence in his own Ughts, he consulted a celebrated chemist, Vau- quelin, from whom he naively inquired how to mix a 40 Cisar Birotteau. two-sided cosmetic which should produce effects appro- priate to the diversified nature of the human epidermis. Truly scientific men — men who are really great in the sense that they never attain in their lifetime the renown which their immense and unrecognized labors deserve — are nearly always kind, and willing to serve the poor in spirit. Vauquelin accordingly patronized the perfumer, and allowed him to call himself the inventor of a paste to whiten the hands, the composition of which he dic- tated to him. Birotteau named this cosmetic the " Double Paste of Sultans." To complete the work, he applied the same recipe to the manufacture of a lotion for the complexion, which he called the " Carminative Balm." He imitated in his own line the system of the Petit- Matelot, and was the first perfumer to display that redundancy of placards, advertisements, and other methods of publication which are called, perhaps un- justly, charlatanism. The Paste of Sultans and the Carminative Balm were ushered into the world of fashion and commerce by colored placards, at the head of which were these words, " Approved by the Institute." This formula, used for the first time, had a magical effect. Not only all France, but the continent flaunted with the posters, yellow, red, and blue, of the monarch of " The Queen of Roses," who kept in stock, supplied, and manufac- tured, at moderate prices, all that belonged to his trade. At a period when nothing was talked of but the East, to name any sort of cosmetic the "Paste of Sultans," thus divining the magic force of such words in a land where every man hoped to be a sultan as much as every woman longed to be a sultana, was an inspiration which CSsar Birotteau. 41 could onty have come to a common man or a man of genius. The public alwaj-s judges bj' results. Birot- teau passed for a superior man, commercially speaking ; all the more because he compiled a prospectus whose ridiculous phraseology was an element of success. In Prance they onlj' make fun of things which occupy the public mind, and the public does not occupy itself with things that do not succeed. Though Birotteau perpe- trated this folly in good faith and not as a trick, the world gave him credit for knowing how to play the fool for a purpose. We have found, not without difficulty, a copy of this prospectus at the establishment of Popinot & Co., druggists. Rue des Lombards. This curious document belongs to the class which, in a higher sphere, historians call pieces Justijicatives. We give it here : THE DOUBLE PASTE OF SULTANS AND CARMINATIVE BALM Of Cesar Bikotteau. MARVELLOUS DISCOVERY! Approved by the Institute of France. " For many years a paste for the hands and a lotion for the face ofiering superior results to those obtained from Eau- de-Cologne in the domain of the toilet, has been widely sought by both sexes in Europe. Devoting long vigils to the study of the skin and cuticle of the two sexes, each of -whom, one as much as the other, attach the utmost im- portance to the softness, suppleness, brilliancy, and velvet texture of the complexion, the Sieur Birotteau, perfumer, favorably known in this metropolis and abroad, has dis- covered a Paste and a Lotion justly hailed as marvellous 42 CSsar Birotteau. by the fashion and elegance of Paris. In point of fact, this Paste and this Lotion possess amazing properties which act upon the skin without prematurely wrinkling it, — the in- evitable res alt of drugs thoughtlessly employed, and sold in these days by ignorance and cupidity. This discovery rests upon diversities of temperament, which divide them- selves into two great classes, indicated by the color of the Paste and the Lotion, which will be found pink for the skin and cuticle of persons of lymphatic habit, and white for those possessed of a sanguine temperament. " This Paste is named the ' Paste of Sultans,' because the discovery was originally made for the Seraglio by an Ai-abian physician. It has been approved by the Institute on the recommendation of our illustrious chemist, Vauquelin; to- gether with the Lotion, fabricated on the same principles which govern the composition of the Paste. " This precious Paste, exhaling as it does the sweetest perfumes, removes all blotches, even those that are obsti- nately rebellious, whitens the most recalcitrant epidermis, and dissipates the perspirations of the hand, of which both sexes equally complain. " The Carminative Balm will disperse the little pimples which appear inopportunely at certain times, and interfere with a lady's projects for a ball; it refreshes and revives the color by opening or shutting the pores of the skin accord- ing to the exigencies of the individual temperament. It is so well known already for its efEect in arresting the ravages of time that many, out of gratitude, have called it the ' Friend of Beauty.' " Eau-de-Cologne is, purely and simply, a trivial perfume without special efficacy of any kind; while the Double Paste of Sultans and the Carminative Balm are two operative com- pounds, of a motive power which acts without risk upon the internal energies and seconds them. Their perfumes (essen- tially balsamic, and of a stimulating character which admir- a"bly revives the heart and brain) awake ideas and vivify Cisar Birotteau. 43 them ; they are as wonderful for their simplicity as for their merits. In short, they offer one attraction the more to wo- men, and to men a means of seduction which it is within their power to secure. " The daily use of the Balm will relieve the smart occa- sioned by the heat of the razor ; it will protect the lips from chapping, and restore their color ; it dispels in time all dis- colorations, and revives the natural tones of the skin. Such results demonstrate in man a perfect equilibrium of the juices of life, which tends to relieve all persons subject to headache from the sufferings of that horrible malady. Finally, the Carminative Balm, which can be employed by women in all stages of their toilet, will prevent cutaneous diseases by facilitating the transpiration of the tissues, and communicating to them a permanent texture like that of velvet. "Address, post-paid. Monsieur Cesar Birotteau, successor to Ragon, former perfumer to the Queen Marie Antoinette, at The Queen of Koses, Rue Saint- Honore, Paris, near the Place Venddme. " The price of a cake of Paste is three francs; that of the bottle six francs. " Monsieur C^sar Birotteau, to avoid counterfeits, informs the public that the Paste is wrapped in paper bearing his signature, and that the bottles have a stamp blown in the glass." The success was owing, without Cesar's suspecting it, to Constance, who advised him to send cases of the Carminative Balm and the Paste of Sultans to all per- fumers in France and in foreign cities, offering them at the same time a discount of thirty per cent if thej' would buy the two articles by the gross. The Paste and the Balm were, in reality, worth more than other cosmetics of the sort ; . and they captivated ignorant 44 CSsar Birotteau. people by the distinctions they set up among the tem- peraments. The five hundred perfumers of France, allured by the discount, each bought annually from Birotteau more than three hundred gross of the Paste and the Lotion, — a consumption which, if ifc gave only a limited profit on each article, became enormous con- sidered in bulk. C6sar was then able to buy the huts and the land in the Faubourg du Temple ; he built large manufactories, and decorated his shop at " The Queen of Eoses" with much magnificence ; his household began to taste the little joys of competence, and his wife no longer trembled as before. In 1810 Madame C^sar, foreseeing a rise in rents, pushed her husband into becoming chief tenant of the house where they had hitherto occupied only the shop and the entresol, and advised him to remove their own appartement to the first floor. A fortunate event in- duced Constance to shut her eyes to the follies which Birotteau committed for her sake in fitting up the new appartement. The perfumer had just been elected judge in the commercial courts : his integrity, his well- known sense of honor, and the respect he enjoj'ed, earned for him this dignity, which ranked him hence- forth among the leading merchants of Paris. To im- prove his knowledge, he rose daily at five o'clock, and read law-reports and books treating of commercial litigation. His sense of justice, his rectitude, his con- scientious intentions, — qualities essential to the under- standing of questions submitted for consular decision, — soon made him highly esteemed among the judges. His defects contributed not a little to his reputation. Conscious of his inferiority, C^sar subordinated his Cisar Birotteau. 45 own views to those of his colleagues, who were flat- tered in being thus deferred to. Some sought the silent approbation of a man held to be sagacious, in his capacity of listener; others, charmed with his modesty and gentleness, praised him publicly. Plain- tiffs and defendants extolled his kindness, his con- ciliatory spirit ; and he was often chosen umpire in con- tests where his own good sense would have suggested the swift justice of a Turkish cadi. During his whole period in oflflce he contrived to use language which was a medley of commonplaces mixed with maxims and com- putations served up in flowing phrases mildly put forth, which sounded to the ears of superficial people like elo- quence. Thus he pleased that great majority, mediocre by nature, who are condemned to perpetual labor and to views which are of the earth earthy. C^sar, how- ever, lost so much time in court that his wife obliged him finally to resign the expensive dignity. Towards 1813, the Birotteau household, thanks to its constant harmonj', and after steadily plodding on through life, saw the dawn of an era of prosperity which nothing seemed likely to interrupt. Monsieur and Madame Ragon, their predecessors, the uncle Pille- rault, Eoguin the notary, the Messrs. Matifat, drug- gists in the Rue des Lombards and purveyors to "The Queen of Roses," Joseph Lebas, woollen draper and successor to the Messrs. Guillaume at the Maison du Chat-qui-pelote (one of the luminaries of the Rue Saint- Denis), Popinot the judge, brother of Madame Ragon, Chiffreville of the firm of Protez & ChiflFreville, Mon- sieur and Madame Cochin, employed in the treasury department and sleeping partners in the house of 46 CSsar Birotteau. Matifat, the Abb^ Loraux, confessor and director of the pious members of this coterie, with a few other persons, made up the circle of their friends. In spite of the ro3'aUst sentiments of Birotteau, public opinion was in his favor ; he was considered very rich, though in fact he possessed only a hundred thousand francs over and above his business. The regularity of his affairs, his punctuality, his habit of making no debts, of never discounting his paper, and of taking, on the contrarjr, safe securities from those whom he could thus oblige, together with his general amiability, won him enor- mous credit. His household cost him nearly twenty thousand francs a j'ear, and the education of C^sarine, an only daughter, idolized by Constance as well as by himself, necessitated heavy expenses. Neither husband nor wife considered monej' when it was a question of giving pleasure to their child, from whom they had never been willing to separate. Imagine the happi- ness of the poor parvenu peasant as he listened to his charming C^sarine playing a sonata of Steibelt's on the piano, and singing a ballad ; or when he found her writing the French language correctlj-, or reading Ea- cine, father and son, and explaining their beauties, or sketching a landscape, or painting in sepia ! What joy to live again in a flower so pure, so lovely, which had never left the maternal stem ; an angel whose budding graces and whose earliest developments he had passion- ately watched ; an only daughter, incapable of despis- ing her father, or of ridiculing his defective education, so truly was she an ingenuous young girl. When he first came to Paris, C^sar had known how to read, write, and cipher, but his education stopped Cisar Birotteau. 47 there ; his laborious life had. kept him from acquiring ideas and knowledge outside the business of perfumery. Mixing wholly with people to whom science and letters were of no importance, and whose information did not go beyond their specialty, having no time to give to higher studies, the perfumer had become a merely practical man. He adopted necessarily the language, blunders, and opinions of the bourgeois of Paris, who admires Moliere, Voltaire, and Rousseau on faith, and buys their books without ever reading them ; who maintains that people should say ormoires, because women put away their gold and their dresses of moire in those articles of furniture, and that it is only a corruption of the language to say armoires. Potier, Talma, and Mademoiselle Mars were ten times million- naires, and did not live like other human beings ; the great tragedian ate raw meat, and Mademoiselle Mars sometimes drank dissolved pearls, in imitation of a celebrated Egj^ptian actress. The Emperor had leather pockets in his waistcoat, so that he could take his snuff by the handful ; he rode on horseback at full gallop up the stairway of the orangery at Versailles. Writers and artists died in the hospital, as a natural conse- quence of their eccentricities ; they were, moreover, all atheists, and people should be very careful not to admit them into their households. Joseph Lebas cited with horror the history of his step-sister Augustine's mar- riage with the painter Sommervieux. Astronomers lived on spiders. These striking points of information on the French language, on dramatic art, politics, literature, and sci- ence, will- explain the bearings of the bourgeois intellect. 48 CSsar Birotteau. A poet passing through the Rue des Lombards may dream of Araby as he inhales certain perfumes. He may admire the danseuses in a chauderie, as he breathes the odors of an Indian root. Dazzled by the blaze of cochineal, he recalls the poems of the Veda, the reli- gion of Brahma and its castes ; brusbing against piles of ivory in the rough, he mounts the backs of elephants ; seated in a muslin cage, he makes love like the King of Lahore. But the little retail merchant is ignorant from whence have come, or where may grow, the pro- ducts in which he deals. Birotteau, perfumer, did not know an iota of natural history, nor of chemistry. Though regarding Vauquelin as a great man, he thought him an exception, — of about the same capacity as the retired grocer who summed up a discussion on the method of importing teas, by remarking with a know- ing air, "There are but two ways: tea comes either by caravan, or by Havre." According to Birotteau, aloes and opium were only to be found in the Rue des Lombards. Rosewater, said to be brought from Con- stantinople, was made in Paris like eau-de-cologne. The names of these places were shams, invented to please Frenchmen who could not endure the things of their own country. A French merchant must call his discoveries English to make them fashionable, just as in England the druggists attribute theirs to France. Nevertheless, C^sar was incapable of being wholly stupid or a fool. Honesty and goodness cast upon all the acts of his life a light which made them creditable ; for noble conduct makes even ignorance seem worth}'. Success gave him confidence. In Paris confidence is CSsar Birotteau. 49 accepted as power, of which it is the outward sign. As for Madame Birotteau, having measured C^sar dur- ing the first three years of their married life, she was a prey to continual terror. She represented in their union the sagacious and fore-casting side, — doubt, opposition, and fear ; while Cesar, on the other hand, was the embodiment of audacity, energy, and the in- expressible delights of fatalism. Yet in spite of these appearances the husband often quaked, while the wife, in reality, was possessed of patience and true courage. Thus it happened that a man who was both mediocre and pusillanimous, without education, without ideas, without knowledge, without force of character, and who might be expected not to succeed in the slipperiest city in the world, came hy his principles of conduct, by his sense of justice, by the goodness of a heart that was truly Christian, and through his love for the only woman he had really won, to be considered as a re- markable man, courageous, and full of resolution. The public saw results only. Excepting Pillerault and Popi- not the judge, all the people of his own circle knew him superficially, and were unable to judge him. More- over, the twenty or thirtj' friends he had collected about him talked the same nonsense, repeated the same com- monplaces, and all thought themselves superior in their own line. The women vied with each other in dress and good dinners ; each had said her all when she dropped a contemptuous word about her husband. Madame Birotteau alone had the good sense to treat hers with honor and respect in public ; she knew him to be a man who, in spite of his secret disabilities, had earned their fortune, and whose good name she shared. 4 50 Cesar Birotteau. It is true that she sometimes asked herself what sort of world this could be, if all the men who were thought superior were like her husband. Such conduct con- tributed not a little to maintain the respectful esteem bestowed upon the perfumer in a community where women are much inclined to complain of their husbands and bring them into discredit. The first days of the j-ear 1814, so fatal to imperial France, were marked at the Birotteaus by two events, not especially remarkable in other households, but of a nature to impress such simple souls as Cdsar and his wife, who casting their ej'es along the past could find no- thing but tender memories. They had taken as head- clerk a youug man twentj^-two j'ears of age, named Ferdinand du Tillet. This lad — who had just left a perfumery where he was refused a share in the busi- ness, and who was reckoned a genius — had made great efforts to get employed at "The Queen of Eoses," whose methods, facilities, and customs were well known to him. Birotteau took him, and gave him a salary of a thousand francs, intending to make him eventually his successor. Ferdinand had so great an influence on the destinies of this family that it is necessary to say a few words about him. In the first place he was named simply Fer- dinand, without surname. This anonymous condition seemed to him an immense advantage at the time when Napoleon conscripted all families to fill the ranks. He was, however, born somewhere, as the result of some cruel and voluptuous caprice. The following are the only facts preserved about his civil condition. In 1793 CSsar Birotteau. 51 a poor girl of Tillet, a village near Andel3-s, came b}- night and gave birth to a child in the garden of the curate of the church at Tillet, and after rapping on the window- shutters went away and drowned herself. The good priest took the child, gave him the name of the saint inscribed on the calendar for that day, and fed and brought him up as his own son. The curate died in 1804, without leaving enough property to can-y on the education he had begun. Ferdinand, thrown upon Paris, led a filibustering life whose chances might bring him to the scaffold, to fortune, the bar, the army, commerce, or domestic life. Obliged to live like a Figaro, he was first a commercial traveller, then a perfumer's clerk in Paris, where he turned up after trav- ersing all France, having studied the world and made up his mind to succeed at any price. In 1813 Ferdinand thought it necessary to register his age, and obtain a civil standing by applj'ing tothe courts at Andelys for a judgment, which should enable his baptismal record to be transferred from the registry of the parish to that of the mayor's office ; and he obtained permission to rectify the document by inserting the name of du TUlet, under which he was known, and which legally belonged to him through the fact of his exposure and abandonment in that township. Without father, mother, or other guardian than the procureur imperial, alone in the world and owing no duty to any man, he found society a hard stepmother, and he han- dled it, in his turn, without gloves, — as the Turks the Moors ; he knew no guide but his own interests, and any means to fortune he considered good. This young Norman, gifted with dangerous abilities, coupled his 52 CSsar Birotteau. desires for success with the harsh defects which, justly or unjustly, are attributed to the natives of his province. A wheedling manner cloaked a quibbling mind, for he was in truth a hard judicial wrangler. But if he boldly contested the rights of others, he certainly yielded none of his own ; he attacked his adversar}- at the right mo- ment, and wearied him out with his inflexible persist- ency. His merits were those of the Scapins of ancient comedy ; he had their fertility of resource, their clever- ness in skirting evil, their itching to lay hold of all that was good to keep. In short, he applied to his own poverty a saying which the Abbd Terray uttered in the name of the State, — he kept a loophole to become in after j'ears an honest man. Gifted with passionate energy, with a boldness that was almost military in re- quiring good as well as evil actions from those about him, and justifying such demands on the theory of per- sonal interest, he despised men too much, believing them all corruptible, he was too unscrupulous in the choice of means, thinking all equally good, he was too thoroughly convinced that the success of money was the absolution of all moral rhechanism, not to attain his ends sooner or later. Such a man, standing between the hulks and a vast fortune, was necessarilj' vindictive, domineering, quick in decisions, yet as dissimulating as a Cromwell plan- ning to decapitate the head of integrity. His real depth was hidden under a light and jesting mind. Mere clerk as he was, his ambition knew no bounds. With one comprehensive glance of hatred he had taken in the whole of society, saying boldly to himself, " Thou Shalt be mine ! " He had vowed not to marry till he CSsar Birotteau. 53 was forty, and kept his word. Physically, Ferdinand was a tall, slender young man, with a good figure and adaptive manners, which enabled him to take, on occa- sion, the key-note of the various societies in which he found himself. His ignoble face was rather pleasant at first sight ; but later, on closer acquaintance, expressions were caught such as come to the surface of those who are iU. at ease in their own minds, and whose consciences groan at certain times. His complexion, which was sanguine under the soft skin of a Norman, had a crude or acrid color. The glance of his eye, whose iris was circled with a whitish lim as if it were lined with silver, was evasive j-et terrible when he fixed it straiglit upon his victim. His voice had a hollow sound, like that of a man worn out with much speaking. His thin lips were not wanting in charm, but his pointed nose and slightly projecting forehead showed defects of race ; and his hair, of a tint like hair that has been dyed black, indicated a mongrel descent, through which he derived his mental qualities from some libertine lord, his low instincts from a seduced jpeasant-girl, his knowl- edge from an incomplete education, and his vices from his deserted and abandoned condition. Birotteau discovered with much amazement that his clerk went out in the evening verj' elegantlj' dressed, came home late, and was seen at the balls of bankers and notaries. Such habits displeased Cesar, according to whose ideas clerks should study the books of the firm and think only of their business. The worth_y man was shocked by trifles, and reproached du Tillet gently for wearing linen that was too fine, for leaving cards on which his name was inscribed, F. du Tillet, — a fashion. 54 CSaar Birotteau. according to commercial jurisprudence, which belonged only to the great world. Ferdinand had entered the employ of this Orgon with the intentions of a Tartuffe. He paid court to Madame Cdsar, tried to seduce her, and judged his master very much as the wife judged him herself, and all with alarming rapidity. Though discreet, reserved, and accustomed to say only what he meant to say, du Tillet unbosomed his opinions on men and life in a way to shock a scrupulous woman who shared the religious feelings of her husband, and who thought it a crime to do the least harm to a neighbor. In spite of Madame Birotteau's caution, du Tillet sus- pected the contempt in which she held him. Constance, to whom Ferdinand had written a few love-letters, soon noticed a change in his manners, which grew presuming, as if intended to convey the idea of a mutual good un- derstanding. Without giving the secret reason to her husband, she advised him to send Ferdinand away. Birotteau agreed with his wife, and the dismissal was determined upon. Two days before it was carried into eflfect, on a Saturday night when Birotteau was making up his monthly accounts, three thousand francs were found to be missing. His consternation was dreadful, less for the loss than for the suspicions which fell upon three clerks, one cook, a shop-boy, and several habitual workmen. On whom should he lay the blame? Ma- dame Birotteau never left her counter. The clerk who had charge of the desk was a nephew of Monsieur Ragon named Popinot, a young man nineteen years old, who lived with the Birotteaus and was integrity itself. His figures, which disagreed with the money in CSsar Birotteau. 65 the desk, revealed the deficit, and showed that the abstraction had been made after the balance had been added up. Husband and wife resolved to keep silence and watch the house. On the following day, Sunday, they received their friends. The families who made up their coterie met at each other's houses for little festivities, turn and turn about. While plajdng at bouiUote, Roguin the notary placed on the card-table some old louis d'or which Madame C^sar had taken only a few days before from a bride, Madame d'Espart. ' ' Have 3'ou been robbing the poor-box ? " asked the perfumer, laughing. Eoguin replied that he had won the money, at the house of a banker, from du Tillet, who confirmed the answer without blushing. C^sar, on the other hand, grew scarlet. When the evening was over, and just as Ferdinand was going to bed, Birotteau took him into the shop on a pretext of business. " Du Tillet," said the worthy man, " three thou- sand francs are missing from the desk. I suspect no one ; but the circumstance of the old louis seems too much against you not to oblige me to speak of it. We will not go to bed till we have found where the error lies, — for, after all, it may be onlj- an error. Perhaps j-ou took something on account of your salary?" Du Tillet said at once that he had taken the louis. The perfumer opened his ledger and found that bis clerk's account had not been debited. " I was in a hurry ; but I ought to have made Popi- not enter the sum," said Ferdinand. "That is true," said Birotteau, bewildered by the cool unconcern of the Norman, who well knew the 56 CSsar Birotteau. worthy people among -whom he had come meaning to make his fortune. The perfumer aud his clerk passed the whole night in examining accounts, a labor which the good man knew to be useless. In coming and going about the desk C^sar slipped three biUs of a thousand francs each into the money-drawer, catchmg them against the top of it ; then he pretended to be much fatigued and to fall asleep and snore. Du Tillet awoke him triumphantly, with an excessive show of joy at discovering the error. The next day Birotteau scolded little Popinot and his wife publicly, as if ver}' angry with them for their negligence. Fifteen days later Ferdinand du Tillet got a situation with a stock- broker. He said perfumery did not suit him, and he wished to learn banking. In leaving Birotteau, he spoke of Madame C^sar in a way to make people suppose that his master had dismissed him out of jealousy. A few months later, however, du Tillet went to see Birotteau and asked his indorsement for twenty thousand francs, to enable him to make up the securities he needed iu an enterprise which was to put him on the high-road to fortune. Observing the surprise which C^sar showed at this impudence, du Tillet frowned, and asked if he had no confidence in him. Matifat and two other mer- chants, who were present on business with Birotteau, also observed the indignation of the perfumer, who repressed his anger in their presence. Du Tillet, he thought, might have become an honest man ; his previ- ous fault might have been committed for some mistress in distress or from losses at cards ; the public reproba- tion of an honest man might drive one still young, and possibly repentant, into a career of crime. So this CSmr Birotteau. 57 angel took up his pen and indorsed du Tillet's notes, telling him that he was heartilj' willing thus to oblige a lad who had been very useful to him. The blood rushed to his face as he uttered the falsehood. Du Tillet could not meet his eye, and no doubt vowed to him at that moment the undyiug hatred which the spirits of darkness feel towards the angels of light. From this time du Tillet held his balance-pole so well as he danced the tight-rope of financial speculation, that he was rich and elegant in appearance before he became so in reality. As soon as he got a cabriolet he was alwaj's in it ; he kept himself in the high sphere of those who mingle business with pleasure, and make the foj-er of the opera-house a branch of the Bourse, — in short, the Turcarets of the period. Thanks to Madame Eoguin, whom he had known at the Birotteau's, he was received at once among people of the highest standing in finance ; and, at the moment of which we write, he had reached a prosperity in which there was nothing fictitious. He was on the best terms with the house of Nucingen, to which Eoguin had introduced him, and he had promptly become connected with the brothers Keller and with several other great banking-houses. No one knew from whence this youth had derived the immense capital which he handled, but every one attributed his success to his intelligence and his integrity. The Restoration made C^sar a personage, and the turmoil of political crises naturallj' lessened his recol- lection of these domestic misadventures. The con- stancy of his royalist opinions (to which he had become exceedingly indifferent since his wound, though he re- 58 CSsar Birotteau. maimed faithful to them out of decency) and the memory of his devotion in Vendemiaire won him very high patronage, precisely because he had asked for none. He was appointed major in the National Guard, although he was utterly incapable of giving the word of command. In 1815 Napoleon, alwaj'S his enemy, dismissed him. During the Hundred Days Birotteau was the bugbear of the liberals of his quarter ; for it was not until 1815 that differences of political opinion grew up among merchants, who had hitherto been unani- mous in their desires for public tranquillity, of which, as they knew, business affairs stood much in need. At the second Eestoration the royal government was obliged to remodel the municipality of Paris. The pre- fect wished to nominate Birotteau as maj'or. Thanks to his wife, the perfumer would only accept the place of deputy-mayor, which brought him less before the public. Such modesty increased the respect generally felt for him, and won him the friendship of the new mayor. Mon- sieur Flamet de la Billardiere. Birotteau, who had seen him in the shop in the days when "The Queen of Eoses" was the headquarters of royalist conspiracy, mentioned hiiii to the prefect of the Seine when that official con- sulted C^sar on the' choice to be made. Monsieur and Madame Birotteau were therefore never forgotten in the invitations of the mayor. Madame Birotteau frequently took up the collections at Saint-Roch in the best of good company. La Billardiere warmly supported Birotteau when the question of bestowing the crosses given to the municipality came up, and dwelt upon his wound at Saint-Roch, his attachment to the Bourbons, and the respect which he enjoyed. The government, wishing CSsar Birotteau. 59 on the one hand to cheapen Napoleon's order by lav- ishing the cross of the Legion of honor, and on the other to win adherents and rally to the Bourbons the various trades and men of arts and sciences, included Birotteau in the coming promotion. This honor, -which suited well with the show that C^sar made in his arrondissement, put Mm in a position where the ideas of a man accustomed to succeed naturally enlarged themselves. The news which the mayor had just given him of his preferment was the determining reason that decided him to plunge into the scheme which he now for the first time revealed to his wife ; he believed it would enable him to give up perfumery all the more quickly, and rise into the regions of the higher bour- geoisie of Paris. * C^sar was now fortj' years old. The work he had undertaken in his manufactories had given him a few premature wrinkles, and had slightly silvered the thick tufts of hair on wHich the pressure of his hat left a shining circle. His forehead, where the hair grew in a way to mark five distinct points, showed the simpli- city of his life. The heavy ej'ebrows were not alarm- ing because the limpid glance of his frank blue eyes harmonized with the open forehead of an honest man. His nose, broken at the bridge and thick at the end, gave him the wondering look of a gaby in the streets of Paris. His lips were very thick, and his large chin fell in a straight line below them. His face, high- colored and square in outline, revealed, by the lines of its wrinkles and by the general character of its ex- pression, the ingenuous craftiness of a peasant. The strength of his body, the stoutness of his limbs, the 60 Cesar Birotteau. squareness of his shoulders, the width of his feet, — all denoted the villager transplanted to Paris. His powerful hairy hands, with their large square nails, would alone have attested his origin if other vestiges had not remained on various parts of his person. His lips wore the cordial smile which shopkeepers put on when a customer enters ; but this commercial sunshine was really the image of his inward content, and pic- tured the state of his kindly soul. His distrust never went beyond the lines of his business, his craftiness left him on the steps of the Bourse, or when he closed the pages of his ledger. Suspicion was to him very much what his printed bill-heads were, — a necessity of the sale itself His countenance presented a sort of comi- cal assurance and conceit mingled with good nature, which gave it originality and saved it from too close a resemblance to the insipid face of a Parisian bourgeois. Without this air of naive self-admiration and faith in his own person, he would have won too much respect; he drew nearer to his fellows by thus contributing his quota of absurdit3'. When speaking, he habitually crossed his hands behind his back. When he thought he had said something striking or gallknt, he rose impercep- tibly on the points of his toes twice, and dropped back heavily on his heels, as if to emphasize what he said. In the midst of an argument he might be seen turning round upon himself and walking off a few steps, as if ho had gone to find objections with which he returned upon his adversary brusquely. He never interrupted, and was sometimes a victim to this careful observance of civility ; for others would take the words out of his mouth, and the good man had to yield his ground with- CSsar Birotteau. 61 out opening his lips. His great experience in com- mercial matters liad given Mm a few fixed liabits, which some people called eccentricities. If a note were over- due he sent for the bailiff, and thought only of recov- ering capital, interest, and costs ; and the bailiff was ordered to pursue the matter until the debtor went into bankruptcy. C^sar then stopped all proceedings, never appeared at anj' meeting of creditors, and held on to his securities. He adopted this system and his implacable contempt for bankrupts from Monsieur Ragon, who in the course of his commercial life had seen such loss of time in litigation that he had come to look upon the meagre and uncertain dividends obtained by such com- promises as fully counterbalanced by a better employ- ment of the time spent in coming and going, in making proposals, or in listening to excuses for dishonesty. "If the bankrupt is an honest man, and recovers himself, he will pay you," Ragon would s&y. " If he is without means and simply unfortunate, why torment him ? If he is a scoundrel, you will never get anything. Your known severity will make you seem uncompro- mising ; it wiU be impossible to negotiate with you ; consequently you are the one who will get paid as long as there is anything to pay with." Cesar came to all appointments at the expected hour ; but if he were kept waiting, he left ten minutes later with an inflexibility which nothing ever changed. Thus his punctuality compelled all persons who had dealings with him to be punctual themselves. The dress adopted by the worthy man was in keeping with his manners and his countenance. No power could have made him give up the white muslin cravats, 62 Gisar Birotteau. with ends embroidered by his wife or daughter, which hung down beneath his chin. His waistcoat of white pique, squarely buttoned, came down low over his stom- ach, which was rather protuberant, for he was somewhat fat. He wore blue trousers, black silk stockings, and shoes with ribbon ties, which were often unfastened. His surtout coat, olive-green and alwaj-s too large, and his broad-brimmed hat gave him the air of a Quaker. "When he dressed for the Sunday evening festivities he put on silk breeches, shoes with gold buckles, and the inevitable square waistcoat, whose front edges opened sufficiently to show a pleated shirt-frill. His coat, of maroon cloth, had wide flaps and long skirts. Up to the year 1819 he kept up the habit of wearing two watch- chains, which hung down in parallel lines ; but he only put on the second when he dressed for the evening. Such was C^sar Birotteau ; a worthy man, to whom the fates presiding at the birth of men had denied the faculty of judging politics and life in their entirety, and of rising above the social level of the middle classes ; who followed ignorantly the track of routine, whose opinions were all imposed upon him from the outside and applied by him without examination. Blind but good, not spiritual but deeply religious, he had a pure heart. In that heart there shone one love, the light and strength of his life ; for his desire to rise in life, and the hmited knowledge he had gained of the world, both came from his affection for his wife and for his daughter. As for Madame Cdsar, then thirty-seven years old, she bore so close a resemblance to the Venus of Milo that all who knew her recognized the likeness when the CSsar Birotteau. 63 Due de Riviere sent tlie beautiful statue to Paris. In a few months sorrows were to dim with j'ellowing tints that dazzling fairness, to hollow and blacken the bluish cir- cle round the lovely greenish-gray ej'es so cruelly that she then wore the look of an old Madonna ; for amid the coming ruin she retained her gentle sincerity, her pure though saddened glance ; and no one ever thought her less than a beautiful woman, whose bearing was virtuous and full of dignity. At the ball now planned by Cesar she was to shine with a last lustre of beauty, remarked upon at tlie time and long remembered. Every life has its climax, — a period when causes are at work, and are in exact relation to results. This mid- da}' of life, when living forces find their equilibrium and put forth their productive powers with full effect, is common not only to organized beings but to cities, nations, ideas, institutions, commerce, and commercial enterprises, all of whict, like noble races and dynasties, are born and rise and fall. From whence comes the vigor with which this law of growth and decay applies itself to all organized things in this lower world? Death itself, in times of scourge, has periods when it advances, slackens, sinks back, and slumbers. Our globe is perhaps only a rocket a little more continuing than the rest. History, recording the causes of the rise and fall of all things here below, could enlighten man as to the moment when he might arrest the play of all bis faculties ; but neither the conquerors, nor the actors, nor the women, nor the writers in the gi'eat drama will listen to the salutary voice. C^sar Birotteau, who might with reason think himself at the apogee of his fortunes, used this crucial pause 64 CSsar Birotteau. as the point of a new departure. He did not know, moreover neither nations nor kings have attempted to make known in characters ineffaceable, the cause of the vast overthrows with which history teems, and of which so many royal and commercial houses offer signal examples. Whj' are there no modern j^jTamids to re- call ceaselessly the one principle which dominates the common-weal of nations and of individual life ? When the effect produced is no longer in direct relation nor in equal proportion to the cause, disorganization has begun. And yet such monuments stand everywhere ; it is tradition and the stones of the earth which tell us of the past, which set a seal upon the caprices of in- domitable destiny, whose hand wipes out our dreams, and shows us that all great events are summed up in one idea. Troy and Napoleon are but poems. May this present history be the jDoem of middle-class vicissi- tudes, to which no voice has given utterance because they have seemed poor in dignity, enormous as they are in volume. It is not one man with whom we are now to deal, but a whole people, or world, of sorrows. CSsar Birotteau. 65 III C:fisAii's last thought as he fell asleep was a fear that his wife would raake peremptory objections in the morning, and he ordered himself to get up very earh' and escape them. At the dawn of day he slipped out noiselessly, leaving his wife in bed, dressed quickly, and went down to the shop just as the boy was taking down the numbered shutters. Birotteau, finding him- self alone, the clerks not having appeared, went to the doorway to see how the boy, named Eaguet, did his work, — for Birotteau knew all about it from experience. In spite of the sharp air the weather was beautiful. " Popinot, get your hat, put on your shoes, and call Monsieur Celestin ; you and I will go and have a talk in the Tuileries," he said, when he saw Anselme come down. Popinot, the admirable antipodes of du TiUet, appren- ticed to C^sar bj' one of those lucky chances which lead us to believe in a Sub-Providence, plays so great a part in this history that it becomes absolutely necessary to sketch his profile here. Madame Ragon was a Popi- not. She had two brothers. One, the youngest of the family, was at this time a judge in the Lower courts of the Seine, — courts which take cognizance of all civil contests involving sums above a certain amount. The eldest, who was in the wholesale wool-trade, lost his 5 66 G6sar Birotteau. property and died, leaving to tlie care of Madame Eagon and his brother an only son, who had lost his mother at his birth. To give him a trade, Madame Ragon placed her nephew at "The Queen of Roses," hoping he might some day succeed Birotteau. Anselme Popinot was a little fellow and club-footed, — an infirm- ity bestowed by fate on Lord Byron, Walter Scott, and Monsieur de Talleyrand, that others so afflicted might suffer no discouragement. He had the brilliant skin, with frequent blotches, which belongs to persons with red hair ; but his clear brow, his eyes the color of a grej'-veined agate, bis pleasant mouth, his fair com- plexion, the charm of his modest youth and the shyness which grew out of his deformity, all inspired feelings of protection in those who knew him : we love the weak, and Popinot was loved. Little Popinot — everj'- body called him so — belonged to a family essentially re- ligious, whose virtues were intelligent, and whose lives were simple and full of noble actions. The lad himself, brought up by his uncle the judge, presented a union of qualities which are the beauty of youth ; good and affectionate, a little shame-faced though full of eagerness, gentle as a lamb but energetic in his work, devoted and sober, he was endowed with the virtues of a Christian in the early ages of the Church. When he heard of a walk in the Tuileries, — certainly the most eccentric proposal that his august master could have made to him at that hour of the day, — Po- pinot felt sure that he must intend to speak to him about setting up in business. He thought suddenly of C^sarine, the true queen of roses, the living sign of the house, whom he had loved from the day when Cesar Birotteau. 67 he was taken into Birotteau's employ, two months be- fore the advent of du Tillet. As he went upstairs he was forced to pause ; his heart swelled, his arteries throbbed violently. However, he soon came down again, followed by C^lestin, the head-clerk. Anselme and his master turned without a word in the direction of the TuUeries. Popinot was twenty-one years old. Birotteau him- self had married at that age. Anselme therefore could see no hindrance to his marriage with C^sarine, though the wealth of the perfumer and the beauty of the daughter were immense obstacles in the path of his am- bitious desires : but love gets onward by leaps of hope, and the more absurd they are the greater faith it has in them ; the farther off was the mistress of Anselme's heart, the more ardent became his desires. Happy the youth who in those levelling days when all hats looked alike, had contrived to create a sense of distance be- tween the daughter of a perfumer and himself, the scion of an old Parisian familj' ! In spite of all his doubts and fears he was happy: did he not dine every day beside C^sarine? So, while attending to the business of the house, he threw a zeal and energy into his work which deprived it of all hardship ; doing it for the sake of C^sarine, nothing tired him. Love, in a youth of twenty, feeds on devotion. "He is a true merchant; he will succeed," Cesar would say to Madame Eagon, as he praised Anselme's activity in preparing the work at the factory, or boasted of his readiness in learning the niceties of the trade, or recalled his arduous labors when shipments had to be made, and when, with his sleeves rolled up and his 68 Cisar Birotteau. arms bare, the lame lad packed and nailed up, him- self alone, more cases than all the other clerks put together. The well-known and avowed intentions of Alexandre Crottat, head-clerk to Roguin, and the wealth of his father, a rich farmer of Brie, were certainly obstacles in the lad's way ; but even these were not the hardest to conquer. Popinot buried in the depths of his heart a sad secret, which widened the distance between Cesarine and himself. The propertj' of the Ragons, on which he might have counted, was involved, and the orphan lad had the satisfaction of enabling them to live by making over to them his meagre salary. Yet with all these drawbacks he believed in success ! He had sometimes caught a glance of dignified approval from Cesarine ; in the depths of her blue eyes he had dared to read a secret thought full of caressing 'hopes. He now walked beside C6sar, heaving with these ideas, trembling, silent, agitated, as any young lad might well have been by such an occurrence in the burgeoning time of 3'outh. "Popinot," said the worthy man, "is your aunt well?" "Yes, monsieur." " She has seemed rather anxious lately. Does any- thing trouble her? Listen, my boy; you must not be too reticent with me. I am half one -of the family. I have known your uncle Ragon thirty-five years. I went to him in hob-nailed shoes, just as I came from my village. That place is called Les Tr^sorieres, but I can tell you that all my worldly goods were one louis, given me by my godmother the late Marquise d'Uxelles, CSsar Birotteau. 69 a relation of Monsieur le Due and Madame la Duchesse de Lenoncourt, who are now customei-s of ours. I pray every Sunday for her and for all her familj' ; I send yearly to her niece in Touraine, Madame de Mortsauf, all her perfumery. I get a good deal of custom through them ; there 's Monsieur de Vandenesse who' spends twelve hundred francs a year with us. If I were not grateful out of good feeling, I ought to be so out of policy ; but as for you Anselme, I wish you well for your own sake, and without any other thought." " Ah, monsieur ! if you wiU allow me to say so, you have got a head of gold." "No, no, my boy, that's not it. I don't say that my head-piece is n't as good as another's ; but the thing is, I 've been honest, — tenaciously I I 've kept to good conduct ; I never loved any woman except my wife. Love is a famous vehicle, — happy word used by Monsieur Villele in the tribune yesterday." " Love ! " exclaimed Popinot. " Oh, monsieur ! can itbe— " "Bless me! there's Pere Eoguin, on foot at this hour, at the top of the Place Louis XV. I wonder what he is doing there ! " thought Cdsar, forgetting aU about Anselme and the oil of nuts. The suspicions of his wife came back to his mind ; and instead of turning in to the Tuileries Gardens, Birotteau walked on to meet the notary. Anselme followed his master at a distance, without being able to define the reason why he suddenly felt an interest in a matter so apparentlj"^ unimportant, and full of joy at the encouragement he derived from Cesar's mention of the hob-nailed shoes, the one louis, and love. 70 Cisar Birotteau. In times gone by, Roguin — a large stout man, with a pimpled face, a very bald forehead, and black hair — had not been wanting in a certain force of character and countenance. He had once been young and daring; beginning as a mere clerk, he had risen to be a notary ; but at this period his face showed, to the eyes of a keen observer, certain haggard lines, and an expression of weariness in the pursuit of pleasure. When a man plunges into the mire of excesses it is seldom that his face shows no trace of it. In the present instance the Hnes of the wrinkles and the heat of the complexion were markedly ignoble. Instead of the pure glow which suifuses the tissues of a virtuous man and stamps them, as it were, with the flower of health, the impurities of his blood could be seen to master the soundness of his body. His nose was ignominiously shortened like those of men in whom scrofulous humors, attacking that organ, produce a secret infirmity which a virtuous queen of France innocently believed to be a misfortune common to the whole human race, for she had never approached any man but the king sufHciently near to become aware of her blunder. Eoguin hoped to con- ceal this misfortune by the excessive use of snuff, but he only increased the trouble which was the principal cause of his disasters. Is it not a too-prolonged social flattery to paint men forever under false colors, and never to reveal the actual causes which underhe their vicissitudes, caused as they so often are by maladies ? Physical evil, con- sidered under the aspect of its moral ravages, examined as to its influence upon the mechanism of life, has been perhaps too much neglected by the historians of the Cisar Birotteau. 71 social kingdom. Madame C^sar had guessed the secret of Roguin's household. From the night of her marriage, the charming and only daughter of the banker Chevrel conceived for the unhappy notary an insurmountable antipathy, and wished to applj^ at once for a divorce. But Roguin, happy in obtaining a rich wife with five hundred thou- sand francs of her own, to say nothing of expectations, entreated her not to institute an action for divorce, promising to leave her free, and to accept all the con- sequences of such an agreement. Madame Roguin thus became sovereign mistress of the situation, and treated her husband as a courtesan treats an elderly lover. RoguTn soon found his wife too expensive, and like other Parisian husbands he set up a private establish- ment of his own, keeping the cost, in the first instance, within the limits of moderate expenditure. In the be- ginning he encountered, at no great expense, grisettes who were glad of his protection ; but for the past three years he had fallen a prej' to one of those unconquer- able passions which sometimes invade the whole being of a man between fifty and sixty years of age. It was roused by a magnificent creature known as la. belle Hollandaise in the annals of prostitution, for into that gulf she was to fall back and become a noted personage through her death. She was originally brought from Bruges by a client of Roguin, who soon after left Paris in consequence of political events, presenting her to the notarj^ in 1815. Roguin bought a house for her in the Champs-i^lys^es, furnished it handsomely, and in trying to satisfy her costly caprices had gradually eaten up his whole fortune. 72 CSsar Birotteau. The gloomy look on the notary's face, which he hast- ened to lay aside when he saw Birotteau, grew out of certain mj'sterious circumstances which were at the bottom of the secret fortune so rapidly acquired by du Tillet. The scheme originally planned by that adven- turer had changed on the first Sunday when he saw, at Birotteau's house, the relations existing between Mon- sieur and Madame Eoguin. He had come there not so much to seduce Madame C6sar as to obtain the offer of her daughter's hand by way of compensation for frus- trated hopes, and he found little difficulty in renouncing his purpose when he discovered that Cesar, whom he supposed to be rich, was in point of fact comparatively poor. He set a watch on the notary, wormed hiftiself into his confidence, was presented to la belle Hollan- daise, made a study of their relation to each other, and soon found that she threatened to renounce her lover if he limited her luxuries. La belle Hollandaise was one of those mad-cap women who care nothing as to where the money comes from, or how it is obtained, and who are capable of giving a ball with the gold obtained by a parricide. She never thought of tlie morrow ; for her the future was after dinner, and the end of the month eternity, even if she had bills to pay. Du Tillet, delighted to have found such a lever, exacted from la belle Hollandaise a promise that she would love Eoguin for thirty thousand francs a year instead of fifty thousand, — a service which infatuated old men seldom forget. One evening, after a supper where the wine flowed freely, Eoguin unbosomed himself to du Tillet on the subject of his financial difficulties. His own estate was CSsar Birotteau. 73 tied up and legally settled on his wife, and he had been led by his fatal passion to take from the funds intrusted to him by his clients a sum which was ah-eady more than half their amount. When the whole were gone, the unfortunate man intended to blow out his brains, hoping to mitigate the disgrace of his conduct by mak- ing a demand upon public pity. A fortune, rapid and sure, darted before da Tillet's ej-es like a flash of light- ning in a saturnalian night. He promptly reassured Eoguin, and made him fire his pistols into the air. "With such risks as yours," he said, "a man of your calibre should not behave like a fool and walk on tiptoe, but speculate — boldly." He advised Roguin to take a large sum from the re- maining trust-moneys and give it to him, du Tillet, with permission to stake it bravely on some large oper- ation, either at the Bourse, or in one of the thousand enterprises of private speculation then about to be launched. Should he win, they were to form a banking- house, where they could turn to good account a portion of the deposits, while the profits could be used by Eo- guin for his pleasures. If luck went against them, Roguin was to get away and live in foreign countries, and trust to his friend du Tillet, who would be faithful to him to the last sou. It was a rope thrown to a drowning man, and Roguin did not perceive that the perfumer's clerk had flung it round his neck. Master of Roguin's secret, du Tillet made use of it to establish his power over wife, mistress, and husband. Madame Roguin, when told of a disaster she was far from suspecting, accepted du Tillet's attentions, who about this time left his situation with Birotteau, confi-. 74 CSsar Birotteau. dent of future success. He found no difficulty in per- suading the mistress to risk a certain sum of money as a provision against the necessity of resorting to prosti- tution if misfortunes overtook her. The wife, on the other hand, regulated her accounts, and gathered to- gether quite a little capital, which she gave to the man whom her husband confided in ; for by this time the notary had given a hundred thousand francs of the re- maining trust-money to his accomplice. Du Tillet's relations to Madame Eoguin then became such that her interest in him was transformed into affection and flnallj' into a violent passion. Through his three sleeping-partners Ferdinand naturally derived a profit ; but not content with that profit, he had the audacity, when gambling at the Bourse in their name, to make an agreement with a pretended adversary, a man of straw, from whom he received back for himself certain sums which he charged as losses to his clients. As soon as he had gained fifty thousand francs he was sure of fortune. He had the eye of an eagle to discern the phases through which France was then passing. He played low during the campaign of the allied armies, and high on the restoration of the Bourbons. Two months after the return of Louis XVni., Madame Eo- guin was worth two hundred thousand francs, du Tillet three hundred thousand, and the notary had been able to get his accounts once more into order. La belle Hollandaise wasted her share of the profits ; for she was secretly a prey to an infamous scoundrel named Maxime de Trailles, a former page of the Em- peror. Du Tillet discovered the real name of this wo- man in drawing out a deed. She was Sarah Gobseck. CSsar Birotteau. 75 Struck by the coincidence of the name with that of a well-known usurer, he went to the old money-lender (that providence of young men of family) to find out how far he would back the credit of his relation. The Brutus of usurers was implacable towards his great- niece, but du Tillet himself pleased him by posing as Sarah's banker, and having funds to invest. The Nor- man nature and the rapacious nature suited each other. Gobseck happened to want a clever young man to ex- amine into an affair in a foreign country. It chanced that an auditor of the Council of State, overtaken bj' the return of the Bourbons and anxious to stand well at court, had gone to Germany and bought up all the debts contracted by the princes during the emigration. He now offered the profits of the affair, which to him was merely political, to any one who would reimburse Mm. Gobseck would paj' no money down, unless in propor- tion to the redemption of the debts, and insisted on a careful examination of the affair. Usurers never trust any one ; they demand vouchers. With them the bird in the hand is everything ; icy when thej' have no need of a man, they are wheedling and inclined to be gracious when they can make him useful. Du Tillet knew the enormous . underground part played in the world by such men as Werbrust and Gigonnet, commercial money-lenders in the Rues Saint-Denis and Saint-Martin; by Palma, banker in the Faubourg Poissonniere, — all of whom were closely connected with Gobseck. He accordingly offered a cash security, and obtained an interest in the affair, on condition that these gentlemen would use in their commercial loans certain moneys he should place in 76 CSsar Birotteau. their hands. By this means he strengthened himself with a solid support on all sides. Du Tillet accompanied Monsieur Clement Chardin des Lupeaulx to Germany during the Hundred Daj-s, and came back at the second Restoration, having done more to increase his means of making a fortune than augmented the fortune itself. He was now in the secret councils of the sharpest speculators in Paris ; he had secured the friendship of the man with whom he had examined into the affair of the debts, and that clever juggler had laid bare to him the secrets of legal and po- litical science. Du Tillet possessed one of those minds which understand at half a word, and he completed his education during his travels in Germany. On his return he found Madame Roguin faithful to him. As to the notary, he longed for Ferdinand with as much impatience as his wife did, for la belle HoUandaise had once more ruined him. Du Tillet questioned the wo- man, but could find no outlay equal to the sum dissi- pated. It was then that he discovered the secret which Sarah had carefully concealed from him, — her mad pas- sion for MaximB de TraiUes, whose earliest steps in a career of vice showed him for what he was, one of those good-for-nothing members of the body politic who seem the necessary evil of all good government, and whose love of gambling renders them insatiable. On making this discovery, du Tillet at once saw the reason of Gobseck's insensibility to the claims of his niece. Under these circumstances du Tillet the banker (for Ferdinand was now a banker) advised Roguin to lay up something against a rainy day, by persuading his clients to invest in some enterprise which might enable Cisar Birotteau. 11 him to put by for himself large sums of money, in case he were forced to go into bankruptcy through the affairs of the bank. After many ups and downs, which were profitable to none but Madame Roguin and du TiUet, Eoguin heard the fatal hour of his insolvencj- and final ruin strike. His misery was then worked upon by his faithful friend. Ferdinand invented the speculation in lands about the Madeleine. The hundred thousand francs belonging to C^sar Birotteau, which weVe in the hands of the notary, were made over to du Tillet ; for the latter, whose object was to ruin the perfumer, had made Eoguin understand that he would run less risk if he got his nearest friends into the net. " A friend," he said, " is more considerate, even if angry." Few people realize to-da}' how little value the lands about the Madeleine had at the period of which we write ; but at that time they were likelj- to be sold even below their then value, because of the difficulty of finding pur- chasers willing to wait for the profits of the enterprise. Now, du Tillet's aim was to seize the profits speedily without the losses of a protracted speculation. In other words, his plan was to strangle the speculation and get hold of it as a dead thing, which he might galvanize back to life when it suited him. In such a scheme the Gobsecks, Palmas, and Werbrusts would have been ready to lend a hand, but du Tillet was not yet suflS- ciently intimate with them to ask their aid ; besides, he wanted to hide his own hand in conducting the affair, that he might get the profits of his theft without the shame of it. He felt the necessity of having under his thumb one of those living lay-figures called in commer- cial language a ' ' man of straw." His former tool at the 78 CSsar Birotteau. Bourse struck Mm as a suitable person for the post ; he accordingly trenched upon Divine right, and created a man. Out of a former commercial traveller, who was without means or capacity of any kind, except that of talking indefinitely on all subjects' and saying noth- ing, who was without a farthing or a chance to make one, — able, nevertheless, to understand a part and act it without compromising the play or the actors in it, and possessed of a rare sort of honor, that of keeping a secret and letting himself be dishonored to screen his employers, — out of such a being du Tillet now made a banker, who set on foot and directed vast enterprises ; the head, namely, of the house of Claparon. The fate of Charles Claparon would be, if du Tillet's scheme ended in bankruptcy, a swift deliverance to the tender mercies of Jews and Pharisees ; and he well knew it. But to a poor devil who was despondently, roaming the boulevard with a future of forty sous in his pocket when his old comrade du Tillet chanced to meet him, the little gains that he was to get out of the affair seemed an Eldorado. His friendship, his devotion, to du Tillet, increased by unreflecting gratitude and stimulated by the wants of a libertine and vagabond life, led him to saj' amen to everything. Having sold his honor, he saw it risked with so much caution that he ended by attaching himself to bis old comrade as a dog to his master. Claparon was an ugly poodle, but as ready to jump as Curtius. In the present affair he was to represent half the purchasers of the land, while C^sar Birotteau represented the other half. The notes which Claparon was to receive from Birotteau were to be discounted by one of the usurers whose name CSsar Birotteau. 79 du Tillet was authorized to use, and this would send C^sar headlong into bankruptcy so soon as Eoguin had drawn from him his last funds. The assignees of the failure would, as du Tillet felt certain, follow his cue ; and he, already possessed of the property paid over by the perfumer and his associates, could sell the lands at auction and buy them in at half their value with the funds of Eoguin and the assets of the failure. The notary went into this scheme believing that he sfiould enrich himself by the spoliation of Birotteau and his copartners ; but the man in whose power he had placed himself intended to take, and eventually did take, the lion's share. Eoguin, unable to sue du Tillet in any of the courts, was glad of the bone flung to him, month by month, in the recesses of Switzerland, where he found nymphs at a reduction. Circumstances, actual facts, and not the imagination of a tragic author inventing a catastrophe, gave birth to this horrible scheme. Hatred without a thirst for vengeance is like a seed falling on stony ground ; but vengeance vowed to a Cesar by a du Tillet is a natural movement of the soul. If it were not, then we must deny the war- fare between the angels of light and the spirits of darkness. Du TUlet could not very easily assassinate the man who knew him to be guilty of a petty theft, but he could fling him into the mire and annihilate him so com- pletel}' that his word and testimony would count for nothing. For a long time revenge had germinated in his heart without budding ; for the men who hate most are usually those who have little time in Paris to make plans ; life is too fast, too full, too much at the mercy 80 CSsar Birotteau. of unexpected events. But such perpetual changes, though thej' hinder premeditation, nevertheless offer opportunity to thoughts lurking in the depths of a purpose which is strong enough to lie in wait for their tidal chances. When Eoguin first confided his troubles to da Tillet, the latter had vaguely foreseen the possi- bility of destroying C^sar, and he was not mistaken. Forced at last to give up his mistress, the notary drank the dregs of his philter from a broken chalice. He went every day to the Champs Elys^es returning home early in the morning. The suspicions of Madame C^sar were justified.' From the moment when a man consents to play the part which du Tillet had allotted to Roguin, he devel- ops the talents of a comedian ; he has the eye of a lynx and the penetration of a seer ; he magnetizes his dupe. The notary had seen Birotteau some time before Birot- teau had caught sight of him ; when the perfumer did see him, Roguin held out his hand before they met. " I have just been to make the will of a great per- sonage who has only eight days to live," he said, with an easy manner. " They have treated me like a coun- try doctor, — fetched me in a carriage, and let me walk home on foot." These words chased away the slight shade of sus- picion which clouded the face of the perfumer, and which Roguin had been quick to perceive. The notary- was careful not to be the first to mention the land speculation ; his part was to deal the last blow. "After wills come marriage contracts," said Birotteau. " Such is life. Apropos, when do we marry the Made- CSsar Birotteau. 81 leine? Hey! hey! papa Eoguin," he added, tapping the notary on the stomach. Among men the most chaste of bourgeois have the ambition to appear rakish. "Well, if it is not to-day," said the notary with a diplomatic air, "then never. We are afraid that the affair may get wind. I am much urged by two of my wealthiest clients, who want a share in the speculation. There it is, to take or leave. This morning I shall draw the deeds. You have till one o'clock to make up your mind. Adieu ; I am just on my way to read over the rough draught which Xandrot has been making out during the night. " Well, my mind is made up. I pass my word," said Birotteau, running after the notary and seizing his hand. " Take the hundred thousand francs which were laid by for my daughter's portion." " Very good," said Eoguin, leaving him. For a moment, as Birotteau turned to rejoin little Popinot, he felt a fierce heat in his entrails, the muscles of his stomach contracted, his ears buzzed. "What is the matter, monsieur?" asked the clerk, when he saw his master's pale face. ' ' Ah, my lad ! I have just with one word decided on a great undertaking ; no man is master of himself at such a moment. You are a party to it. In fact, I brought you here that we might talk of it at our ease ; no one can overhear us. Your aunt is in trouble ; how did she lose her money? Tell me." " Monsieur, my uncle and aunt put all their property into the hands of Monsieur de Nucingen, and they were forced to accept as security certain shares in the mines 6 82 Cisar Birotteau. at Wortschin, which as yet pay no dividends ; and it is hard at their age to live on hope." " How do they live, then?" "They do me the great pleasure of accepting my salary." "Eight, right, Anselme!" said the perfumer, as a tear rolled down his cheek. "You are worthy of the regard I feel for you. You are about to receive a great recompense for your fidelity to my interests." As he said these -words the worthy man swelled in his own eyes as much as he did in those of Popinot, and he uttered them with a plebeian and naive emphasis which was the genuine expression of his counterfeit superiority. "Ah, monsieur ! have you guessed my love for — " " For whom?" asked his master. " For Mademoiselle Cesarine." " Ah, boy, you are bold indeed ! " exclaimed Birot- teau. " Keep your secret. I promise to forget it. You leave my house to-morrow. I am not angry with you ; in your place — the devil ! the devil ! — I should have done the same. She is so lovely ! " " Oh, monsieur! " said the clerk, who felt his shirt getting wet with perspiration. " My boy, this matter is not one to be settled in a day. Cesarine is her own mistress, and her mother has fixed ideas. Control yourself, wipe your eyes, hold your heart in hand, and don't let us talk any more about it. I should not blush to have you for my son-in-law. The nephew of Monsieur Popinot, a judge of the civil courts, nephew of the Ragons, you have the right to make your way as well as anybody ; but there are huts and ifs and CSsar Birotteau. 83 hows and whys. What a devil of a dog you have let loose upon me, in the midst of a business conversation ! Here, sit down on that chair, and let the lover give place to the clerk. Popinot, are j-ou a loyal man ? " he said, looking fixedly at the youth. " Do you feel within you the nerve to struggle . with something stronger than yourself, and fight hand to hand?" " Yes, monsieur." " To maintain a long and dangerous battle? " "What for?" " To destroy Macassar Oil! " said Birotteau, rising on his toes like a hero in Plutarch. " Let us not mis- take ; the enemy is strong, well intrenched, formidable ! Macassar Oil has been vigorously launched. The con- ception was strong. The square bottles were original ; I have thought of making ours triangular. Yet on the whole I prefer, after ripe reflection, smaller bottles of thin glass, incased in wicker ; they would have a mj-s- terious look, and customers like things which puzzle them.'.' "They would be expensive," said Popinot. "We must get things out as cheap as we can, so as to make a good reduction at wholesale." "Good, my lad! That's the right principle. But now, think of it. Macassar OU. will defend itself; it is specious ; the name is seductive. It is offered as a foreign importation ; and we have the ill-luck to belong to our own country. Come, Popinot, have you the courage to kill Macassar? Then begin the fight in foreign lands. It seems that Macassar is really in the Indies. Now, is n't it much better to supply a French product to the Indians than to send them back what 84 CSsar Birotteau. they are supposed to send us? Make the venture. Begin the fight in India, in foreign countries, in the departments. Macassar Oil has been thoroughly adver- tised ; we must not underrate its power, it has been pushed everywhere, the public knows it." ■ " I '11 kill it ! " cried Popiaot, with fire in his eyes. "What with?" said Birotteau. "That's the way with ardent young people. Listen till I've done." Anselme fell into position hke a soldier presenting arms to a marshal of France. "Popinot, I have invented an oil to stimulate the growth of hair, to titillate the scalp, to revive the color of male and female tresses. This cosmetic will not be less successful than my Paste or my Lotion. But I don't intend to work it myself. I think of retii-ing from business. It is you, my boy, who are to launch my Oil Comagene, — from the latin word coma, which signi- fies ' hair,' as Monsieur Alibert, the King's phj-sician, says. The word is found in the tragedj' of Berenice, where Eacine introduces a king'of Comagene, lover of the queen so celebrated for the beauty of her hair ; the king — no doubt as a delicate flattery — gave the name to his country. What wit and intellect there is in genius ! it condescends to the minutest details." Little Popinot kept his countenance as he listened to this absurd flourish, evidently said for his benefit as an educated j'oung man. "Anselme, I have cast my eyes upon j'ou as the one to found a commercial house in the high-class druggist line, Eue des Lombards. I will be your secret partner, and supply the funds to start with. After the Oil Comagene, we will try an essence of CSsar Birotteau. 85 vanilla and the spirit of peppermint. "We'll tackle the drug-trade by revolutionizing it, by selling its products concentrated instead of selling them raw. Ambitious j'oung man, are you satisfied?" Anselme could not answer, his heart was full ; but his eyes, filled with tears, answered for him. The ofier seemed prompted by indulgent fatherhood, saying to him : " Deserve Cesarine by becoming rich and respected." " Monsieur," he answered at last, "I will succeed ! " "That's what I said at your age," cried the per- fumer; "that was my motto. If you don't win my daughter, at least jou wiU win your fortune. Eh, boy ! what is it? " " Let me hope that in acquiring the one I may obtain the other." "I can't prevent j-ou from hoping, my friend," said Birotteau, touched by Anselme's tone. "Well, then, monsieur, can I begin to-day to look for a shop, so as to start at once?" " Yes, my son. To-morrow we will shut ourselves up in the workshop, you and I. Before you go to the Rue des Lombards, call at Livingston's and ask if my hydraulic press will be ready to use to-morrow morning. To-night we will go, about dinner-time, to the good and illustrious Monsieur Vauquelin and consult him. He has lately been employed in studying the composition of hair ; he has discovered the nature of the coloring matter and whence it comes ; also the structure of the hair itself. The secret is just there, Popinot, and you shall know it ; all we have to do is to work it out cleverly. Before you go to Livingston's, just stop 86 CSsar Birotteau. at Fieri Berard's. My lad, the disinterested kindness of Monsieur Vauquelin is one of the sorrows of my life. I cannot make him accept any return. Happily, I found out from Chiff'reville that he wished for the Dresden Madonna, engraved by a man named MuUer. After two years correspondence with Germany, B^rard has at last found one on Chinese paper before lettering. It cost fifteen hundred francs, my boy. To-day, my benefactor will see it in his antechamber when he bows us out ; it is to be all framed, and I want ^'ou to see about it. We — that is, my wife and I — shall thus recall ourselves to his mind ; as for gratitude, we have praj-ed to God for him daily for sixteen years. I can never forget him ; but you see, Popinot, men buried in the depths of science do forget everything, — wives, friends, and those they have benefited. As for us plain people, our lack of mind keeps our hearts warm at any rate. That 's the consolation for not being a great man. Look at those gentlemen of the Institute, — all brain ; you will never meet one of them in a church. Monsieur Vauquelin is tied to his study or his laboratory ; but I like to believe he thinks of God in analyzing the works of His hands. — Now, then, it is understood ; I give you the money and put you in possession of my secret ; we will go shares, and there 's no need for any papers between us. Hurrah for success ! we '11 act in concert. Off" with you, my boy ! As for me, I've got my part to attend to. One minute, Popinot. I give a great ball three weeks hence ; get yourself a dress- coat, and look like a merchant already launched." This last kindness touched Popinot so deeply that he caught Cesar's big hand and kissed it ; the worthy soul CSsar Birotteau. 87 had flattered the lover by this confidence, and people in love are capable of anything. " Poor boy ! " thought Birotteau, as he watched him hurrying across the Tuileries. "Suppose Cesarine should love him? But he is lame, and his hair is the color of a warming-pan. Young girls are queer ; still, I don't think that Cesarine — And then her mother wants to see her the wife of a notary. Alexandre Crottat can make her rich ; wealth makes everything bearable, and there is no happiness that won't give way under poverty. However, I am resolved to leave my daughter mistress of herself, even if it seems a folly." 88 CSsar Birotteau. IV. BiROTTEAu's neighbor was a small dealer in umbrellas, parasols, and canes, named Cayron, — a man from Lan- guedoc, doing a poor business, whom C^sar had several times befriended. Cayron wished nothing better than to confine himself to the ground-floor and let the rich perfumer take the floor above it, thus diminishing his rent. " Well, neighbor," said Birotteau familiarly, as he entered the man's shop, " my wife consents to the en- largement of our premises. If you like, we wiU go and see Monsieur Molineux at eleven o'clock." " My dear Monsieur Birotteau," said the umbrella- man, " I have not asked you any compensation for this cession ; but you are aware that a good merchant ought to make money out of everything." "What the devil!" .cried Birotteau. "I'm not made of money. I don't know that my architect can do the thing at all. He told me that before concluding my arrangements I must know whether the floors were on the same level. Then, supposing Monsieur Moli- neux does allow me to cut a door in the wall, is it a party-wall ? Moreover, I have to turn my staircase, and make a new landing, so as to get a passage-way on the same floor. All that costs money, and I don't want to ruin mj'self." Ci&ar Birotteau. 89 " Oh, monsieur," said the southerner. "Before you are ruined, the sun will have married the earth and they'll have had children." Birotteau stroked his chin, rose on the points of his toes, and fell back upon his heels. "Besides," resumed Cayron "all I ask you to do is to cash these securities for me — " And he held out sixteen notes amounting in all to five thousand francs. " Ah ! " said the perfumer turning them over. " Small fry, two months, three mouths — " "Take them as low as six per cent," said the umbrella-man humbly. " Am I a usurer? " asked the perfumer reproachfully. "What can T do, monsieur? I went to j'our old clerk, du Tillet, and he would not take them at any price. No doubt he wanted to find out how much I 'd be willing to lose on them." " I don't know those signatures," said the perfumer. " We have such queer names in canes and umbrellas ; they belong to the peddlers." "Well, I won't say that I will take all; but I'll manage the short ones." ' ' For the want of a thousand francs — sure to be repaid in four months — don't throw me into the hands of the blood-suckers who get the best of our profits ; do take all, monsieur ! I do so little in the way of dis- count that I have no credit ; that is what kills us little retailers.'' " Well, I'll cash your notes ; C^lestin will make out the account. Be ready at eleven, will j'ou? There's my architect. Monsieur Grindot," said the perfumer. 90 CSsar Birotteau. catching sight of the young man, with whom he had made an appointment at Monsieur de la Billardiere's the night before. " Contrary to the custom of men of talent j'ou are punctual, monsieur," said C^sar, displaying his finest commercial graces. " If punctuality, in the words of our king, — a man of wit as well as a statesman, — is the politeness of princes, it is also the wealth of merchants. Time, time, is gold, especially to you artists. I permit myself to say to you that architecture is the union of all the arts. We wiU not enter through the shop," he added, opening the private door of his house. Four years earlier Monsieur Grindot had carried off the grand prix in architecture, and had lately returned from Rome where he had spent three years at the cost of the State. In Italy the j'oung man had dreamed of art ; in Paris he thought of fortune. Government alone can pay the needful millions to raise an architect to glory ; it is therefore natural that every ambitious youth of that calling, returning from Rome and think- ing himself a Fontaine or a Percier, should bow before the administration. The liberal student became a roy- alist, and sought to win the favor of influential persons. When a grand prix man behaves thus, his comrades call him a trimmer. The young architect in question had two ways open to him, — either to serve the per- fumer well, or put him under contribution. Birotteau the deputy-mayor, Birotteau the future possessor of half the lands about the Madeleine, where he would sooner or later build up a fine neighborhood, was a man to keep on good terms with. Grindot accordingly resolved to sacrifice his immediate gains to his future interests. Gisar Birotteau. 91 He listened patiently to the plans, the repetitions, and the ideas of this worthy specimen of the bourgeois ' class, the constant butt of the witty shafts and ridicule of artists, and the object of their everlasting contempt, nodding his head as if to show the perfumer that he caught his ideas. When C^sar had thoroughly explained everything, the j'oung man proceeded to sum up for him his own plan. " You have now three front windows on the first floor, besides the window on the staircase which lights the landing ; to these four windows j^ou mean to add two on the same level in the next house, by turning the staircase, so as to open a way from one house to the other on the street side." " You have understood me perfectly," said the perfumer, surprised. "To carry out your plan, you must light the new staircase from above, and manage to get a porter's lodge beneath it." "Beneath it?" " Yes, the space over which it rests — " " I understand, monsieur." "As for your own appartement, give me carte- blanche to arrange and decorate it. I wish to make it worthy — " " "Worthy ! You have said the word, monsieur." ' ' How much time do you give me to complete the work?" " 'twenty days." "What sum do you mean to put in the workmen's pockets ? " asked Grindot. "How much do you think it will cost? " 92 CSsar Birotteau. "An architect can estimate on a new building almost to a farthing," answered the young man ; "but as I don't know how to deal with a bourgeois — ah ! excuse me, monsieur, the word slipped out — I must warn you that it is impossible to calculate the costs of tearing down and rebuilding. It will take at least eight days before I can give even an approximate idea of them. Trust yourself to me: you shall have a charming staircase, lighted from above, with a pretty vestibule opening from the street, and in the space under the stairway — " "Must that be used?" "Don't be worried — I wiU find room for a little porter's lodge. Your house shall be studied and re- modelled con amove. Yes, monsieur, I look to art and not to fortune. Above all things I do not want fame before I have earned it. To my mind, the best means of winning credit is not to play into the hands of contractors, but to get at good effects cheaply." " With such ideas, young man," said Birotteau in a patronizing tone, "you will succeed." "Therefore," resumed Grindot, " employ the masons, painters, locksmiths, carpenters, and upholsterers your- self. I win simply look over their accounts. Pay me only two thousand francs commission. It will be money well laid out. Give me the premises to-morrow at twelve o'clock, and have your workmen on the spot." "How much will it cost, at a rough guess?'' said Birotteau. " From ten to twelve thousand francs," said Grindot. " That does not count the furniture ; of course you will 06sar Birotteau. 93 renew that. Give me the address of j-our cabinet- maker; I shall have to arrange with him about the choice of colors, so as to have everything in keeping." " Monsieur Braschon, Rue Saint-Antoine, takes my orders," said Birotteau, assuming a ducal air. The architect wrote down the address in one of those pretty note-books which invariably come from women. "Well," said Birotteau, "I trust to you, monsieur; onlj' you must wait till the lease of the adjoining house is made over to me, and I get permission to cut through the wall." " Send me a note this evening," said the architect; "it will take me all night to draw the plans — we would rather work for a bourgeois than for the King of Prussia, that is to say for ourselves. I will now take the dimensions, the pitch, the size of the win- dows, the pictures — " "It must be finished on the appointed day," said Birotteau. "If not, no paj'." "It shall be done," said the architect. "The work- men must do without sleep ; we will use drj'ing oil in the paint. But don't let yourself be taken in by the contractors ; alwaj's ask their price in advance, and have a written agreement." "Paris is the only place in the world where you can wave a magic wand like that," said Birotteau, with an Asiatic gesture worthy of the Arabian Nights. " You vnll do me the honor to come to my ball, monsieur? Men of talent are not all disdainful of commerce ; and 3'ou will meet a scientific man of the first order, Mon- sieur Vauquelin of the Institute ; also Monsieur de la 94 Cisar Birotteau. Billardiere, Monsieur le comte de Fontaine, Monsieur Lebas, judge and president of the Court of commerce, various magistrates. Monsieur le comte de Grandville of the royal suite, Monsieur Popinot of the Lower court. Monsieur Camusot of the Court of commerce, and Monsieur Cardot, his father-in-law, and, perhaps. Monsieur le due de Lenoncourt, first gentleman of the bed-chamber to the king. I assemble my friends as much — to celebrate the emancipation of our territory — as to commemorate my — promotion to the order of the Legion of honor, " — here Grindot made a curious gesture. " Possibly I showed myself worthy of that — signal — and roj'al — favor, by my services on the bench, and by fighting for the Bourbons upon the steps of Saint-Eoch on the 13th Vendemiaire, where I was wounded by Napoleon. These claims — " Constance, in a morning gown, here came out of her daughter's bedroom, where she had been dressing ; her first glance cut short Cesar's eloquence just as he was about to formulate in flowing phrase, though modestly, the tale of his merits. " Tiens, mimi, this is Monsieur de Grindot, a young man distinguished in his own sphere of life, and the possessor of a great talent. Monsieur is the architect recommended to us by Monsieur de la Billardiere to superintend our little alterations." The perfumer slipped behind his wife and made a sign to the architect to take notice of the word little, putting his finger on his lips. Grindot took the cue. " Will it be very expensive?" said Constance to the architect. CSsar Birotteau. 95 " Oh, no, madame ; six thousand francs at a rough guess." "A rough guess!" exclaimed Madame Birotteau. " Monsieur, I entreat you, begin nothing without an estimate and the specifications signed. I know the ways of contractors : six thousand francs means twenty thousand. We are not in a position to commit such extravagance. I . beg you, monsieur, — though of course my husband is master in his own house, — give him time to reflect." " Madame, monsieur the deputy-maj'or has ordered me to deliver the premises, all finished, in twenty days. If we delay, you will be likely to incur the expense without obtaining the looked-for result." "There are expenses and expenses," said the hand- some mistress of " The Queen of Roses." " Ah ! madame, do you think an architect who seeks to put up public buildings finds it glorious to decorate a mere appartement? I have come down to such de- tails merely to oblige Monsieur de la BUlardiere ; and if you fear — " Here he made a movement to retreat. " Well, well, monsieur," said Constance re-entering her daughter's room, where she threw her head on C^sarine's shoulder. "Ah, my daughter!" she cried, "your father will ruin himself ! He has engaged an architect with mus- tachios, who talks about public buildings ! He is going to pitch the house out of windows and build us a Louvre. C^sar is never idle about his follies ; he only spoke to me about it in the night, and he begins it in the morning ! " 96 CSsar Birotteau. "Never mind, mamma; let papa do as he likes. The good God has alwaj's taken care of him," said C^sarine, kissing her mother and sitting down to the piano, to let the architect know that the perfumer's daughter was not ignorant of the fine arts. When Grindot came in to measure the bedroom he was surprised and taken aback at the beautj' of Cesa- rine. Just out of her dressing-room and wearing a pretty morning-gown, fresh and rosy as a young girl is fresh and rosj' at eighteen, blond and slender, with blue eyes, Cesarine seemed to the young artist a picture of the elasticitj-, so rare in Paris, that fills and rounds the delicate cheek, and tints with the color adored of painters, the tracery of blue veins throbbing beneath the whiteness of her clear skin. Though she lived in the lymphatic atmosphere of a Parisian shop, where the air stagnates and the sun seldom shines, her habits gave her the same advantages which the open-air life of Rome gives to the Transteverine peasant- woman. Her hair, — which was abundant, and grew, like that of her father, in points upon her forehead, — was caught up in a twist which showed the lines of a well-set neck, and then rippled downward in curls that were scrupulously cared for, after the fashion of young shop-women, whose desire to attract attention inspires the truly English minutiae of their toilet. The beauty of this young girl was not the beauty of an English lady, nor of a French duchess, but the round and glowing beauty of a Flemish Rubens. Cdsarine had the turned-up nose of her father, but it was piquant through the dehcacy of its modelling, — like those noses, essentially French, which have been so Cisar Birotteau. 97 well reproduced bj- Largilliere. Her skin, of a firm full texture, bespoke the vitality of a virgin ; she had the fine brow of her mother, but it was clear with the serenity of a young girl who knows no care. Her liquid blue eyes, bathed in rich fluid, expressed the tender grace of a glowing happiness. If that happi- ness took from her head the poetry which painters insist on giving to their pictures by making them a shade too pensive, the vague physical languor of a young girl who has never left her mother's side made up for it, and gave her a species of ideality. Not- withstanding the graceful lines of her figure, she was strongly built. Her feet betrayed the peasant origin of her father and her own defects of race, as did the redness of her hands, the sign of a thoroughlj' bourgeois life. Sooner or later she would grow stout. She had caught the sentiment of dress from the elegant .young women who came to the shop, and had learned from them certain movements of the head, certain waj's of speaking and of moving ; and she could play the well-bred woman in a way that turned the heads of all the young men, especially the clerks, in whose eyes she appeared truly distinguished. Popiuot swore tbat he would have no other wife than Cesarine. The liquid brightness of that eye, which a look, or a tone of re- proach, might cause to overflow in tears, was all that kept him to a sense of masculine superiority. The charming girl inspired love without leaving time to ask whether she had mind enough to make it durable. But of what value is the thing they call in Paris mind to a class whose principal element of happiness is virtue and good sense ? 7 98 CSsar Birotteau. In her moral qualities Cesarine was like her mother, somewhat " bettered by the superfluities of education ; she loved music, drew the Madonna dcUa Sedia in chalk, and read the works of Mmes. Cottin and Riccoboni, of Bernardin de Saint-Pierre, F^nelon, and Eacine. She was never seen behind the counter with her mother except for a few moments before sitting down to dinner, or on some special occasion when she replaced her. Her father and mother, like all persons who have risen from small beginnings, and who cultivate the ingratitude of their children by putting them above themselves, de- lighted in deifying Cesarine, who happily had the virtues of her class, and took no advantage of their weakness. Madame Birotteau followed the architect with an anxious and appealing eye, watching with terror, and pointing out to her daughter, the fantastic movements of the four-foot rule, that wand of architects and build- ers, with which Grindot was measuring. She saw in those m^'sterious wavings a conjuring spirit that au- gured evil ; she wished the walls were less high, the rooms less large, and dared not question the young man on the effects of his sorcery. " Do not be afraid, madame, I shall carry nothing off," said the artist, laughing. Cesarine could not help smiling. " Monsieur," said Constance, in a supplicating voice, not even noticing the tit-for-tat of the young man, " consider economy, and later we may be able to serve you—" Before starting to see Monsieur Molineux, the owner of,the adjoining house, C6sar wished to get from Roguin CSsar Birotteau. 99 the private deed about the transference of the lease which Alexandre Crottat had been ordered to draw up. As he left the notary's house, he saw du TiUet at the window of Roguin's study. Although the liaison of his former clerk with the lawyer's wife made it not unlikely that he should see du Tillet there at this hour when the negotiations about the Madeleine were going on, Birotteau, in spite of his extreme confidence, felt uneasy. The excited manner of du Tillet seemed the sign of a discussion. ' ' Can he be in it ? " thought C^sar, with a flash of commercial prudence. The sus- picion passed like lightning through his mind. He looked again and saw Madame Eoguin, and the pres- ence of du Tillet was no longer suspicious. " Still, suppose Constance were right?" he said to himself. " What a fool I am to listen to women's notions ! I'll speak of it to my uncle PiUerault this morning ; it is only a step from the Cour Batave, where Monsieur Molineux lives, to the Rue des Bourdonnais." A cautious observer, or a merchant who had met with swindlers in his business career, would have been saved bj' this sight ; but the antecedents of Birotteau, the incapacity of his mind, which had little power to follow up the chain of inductions by which a superior man reaches a conclusion, all conspired to blind him. He found the umbrella-man in full dress, and they were about to start, when Virginie, the cook, caught him by the arm : — "Monsieur, madame does not wish you to go out—" " Pshaw ! " said Birotteau, " more women's notions ! " " — without your coflfee, which is ready." 100 CSsar Birotteau. "That's true. My neighbor," he said to Cayron, " I have so many things in my head that I can't think of my stomach. Do me the kindness to go forward ; we will meet at Monsieur Molineux' door, unless you are willing to go up and explain matters to him, which would save time." Monsieur Molineux was a grotesque little man, living on his rents, — a species of being that exists nowhere but in Paris, like a certain lichen which grows only in Iceland. This comparison is all the more apt because he belonged to a mixed nature, to an animal-vegetable kingdom which some modern Mercier might build up of cryptogams that push up upon, and flower, and die in or under the plastered walls of the strange unhealthy houses where thej' prefer to cluster. The first aspect of this human plant — umbelliferous, judging by the fluted blue cap which crowned it, with a stalk encased in greenish trousers, and bulbous roots swathed in list shoes — offered to the eye a flat and faded counte- nance, which certainly betrayed nothing poisonous. In this queer product might be recognized the typical stockholder, who believes every report which the daily press baptizes with ink, and is content, for all response, to B&y, " Read what the papers say," — the bourgeois, essentially the friend of order, always revolting in his moral being against power, though always obeying it ; a creature feeble in the mass but fierce in isolated cir- cumstances, hard as a constable when his own rights are in question, yet giving fresh ehickweed to his bird and fish-bones to his cat, interrupting the signing of a lease to whistle to a canary, suspicious as a jailer, but apt to put his money into a bad business and then Gimr Birotteau. 101 endeavor to get it back by niggardly avarice. The evil savor of this hybrid flower was only revealed by use ; its nauseous bitterness needed the stewing of some business in which his interests were mingled with those of other men, to bring it fully out. Like all Parisians, Molineux had the lust of dominating ; he craved the share of sovereignty* which is exercised more or less by every one, even a porter, over a greater or lesser number of victims, — over wife, children, tenants, clerks, horses, dogs, monkeys, to whom they send, on the rebound, the mortifications thej' have endured in the higher spheres to which they aspired. This annoying old man had neither wife, child, nephew, or niece. He bullied his servant-of-all-work too much to make her a victim ; for she escaped all contact with her master b3' doing her work and keep- ing out of his way. His appetite for tyranny was thus balked ; and to satisfy it in some way he patiently studied the laws relating to rentals and party -walls ; he fathomed the jurisprudence which regulates the dwellings of Paris in an infinite number of petty ques- tions as to tenants, abutters, liabilities, taxes, repairs, sweepings, decorations for the F^te-Dieu, waste-pipes, lighting, projections over the public way, and the neighborhood of unhealthy buildings. His means, his strength, in fact his whole mind was spent in keeping his proprietary' rights on a complete war-footing. He had made it an amusement, and the amusement had be- come a monomania. He was fond of protecting citizens against the encroachment of illegal proceedings ; but finding such subjects of complaint rare, he had finally turned upon his own tenants. A tenant became his 102 CSsar Birotteau. enemy, his inferior, his subject, his vassal ; he laid claim to his subservience, and looked upon any man as a brute who passed him on the stairway without speaking. He wrote out his bills for rent himself, and sent them on the morning of the day they fell due. The debtor who was behindhand in his payment received a legal notice to quit at an appointed time. Then fol- lowed seizures, law-suits, costs, and the whole judicial array set in motion with the rapidity of what the head's- man calls the " mechanism." Molineux granted neither grace nor time ; his heart was a callus in the direction of a lease. " I will lend you the money if 3'ou want it," he would saj' to a man he thought solvent, "but pay my rent; all delays carry with them a loss of interest for which the law does not indemnify us." After long study of the caprices and capers of tenants who persisted, after the fashion of dynasties, in upset- ting the arrangements of their predecessors, he had drawn up a charter of his own and followed it religiously. In accordance therewith, the old fellow made no re- pairs : no chimney ever smoked, the stairs were clean, the ceilings white, the cornices irreproachable, the floors firm on their joists', the paint satisfactory ; the locks were never more than three years old, not a pane of glass was missing, there were no cracks, and he saw no broken tiles until a tenant vacated the premises. When he met the tenants on their first arrival he was accom- panied by a locksmith and a painter and glazier, — very convenient folks, as he remarked. The lessee was at liberty to make improvements ; but if the unhappy man did so, little Molineux thought night and day of CSsar Birotteau. 103 how he could dislodge him and relet the improved appartement on better terms. He watched and waited and spun the web of his mischievous legal proceedings. He knew all the tricks of Parisian legislation in the matter of leases. Factious and fond of scribbling, he wrote polite and specious letters to his tenants ; but at the bottom of all his civil sentences might be seen, as in his faded and cozening face, the soul of a Shylock. He alwaj's demanded six months' rent in advance, to be deducted from the last quarter of the lease under an array of prickly conditions which he invented. If new tenants offered themselves, he got information about them from the police ; for he would not have people of certain callings, — he was afraid, for instance, of ham- mers. When the lease was to be signed, he kept the deed and spelled it over for a week, fearing what he called the et cmtera of lawyers. Outside of his notions as a proprietor, Jean-Baptiste Molineux seemed good and obliging. He played at boston without complaining of the playei's ; be laughed at the things which make a bourgeois laugh ; talked of what others of his kind talked about, — the arbitrary powers of bakers who nefariously sell false weights, of the police, of the heroic seventeen deputies of the Left. He read the " Good Sense " of the Cur^ Meslier, and went to Mass ; not that he had any choice between deism and Christianity, but he took the wafer when offered to him, and argued that he was therefore safe from the interfering claims of the clergy. The inde- fatigable litigant wrote letters on this subject to the newspapers, which the newspapers did not insert and never answered. He was in other respects one of those 104 CSsar Birotteau. estimable bourgeois who solemnly put Christmas logs on their fire, draw kings at play, invent April-fools, stroll on the boulevards when the weather is fine, go to see the skating, and are always to be found on the terrace of the Place Louis XV. at two o'clock on the days of the fireworks, with a roll in their pockets so that they may get and keep a front place. The Cour Batave, where the little old man lived, is the product of one of those fantastic speculations of which no man can explain the meaning after they are once completed. This cloistral structure, with arcades and interior galleries built of free-stone, with a fountain at one end, — a parched fountain, which opens its lion's mouth less to give water than to ask it from the passers- by, — was doubtless invented to endow the Saint-Denis quarter with a species of PaJais-Koyal. The place, un- healthj' and buried pn all four sides by the high walls of its houses, has no life or movement except in the day- time ; it is a central spot where dark passages meet, and connect the quarter of the markets with the Saint-Martin quarter by means of the famous Rue Quincampoix, — damp ways in which hurried foot-passengers contract rheumatism. But at night no spot in Paris is more de- serted ; it might be called the catacombs of commerce. In it there are various industrial cloaca, very few Dutch- men, but a great many grocers. The appartements in this merchant-palace have, naturally, no other outlook than that of the common court on which all the windows give, so that rents are at a minimum. Monsieur Molineux lived in one of the angles, on the sixth floor for sanitary reasons, the air not being pure at a less height than seventy feet above the ground. CSsar Birotteau. 105 At this altitude the worthy proprietor enjoj'ed an en- chanting view of the windmills of Montmartre as he walked among the gutters on the roof, where he culti- vated flowers, in spite of police regulations against the hanging gardens of our modern Babylon. His apparte- ment was made np of four rooms, without counting the precious anglaises on the floor above him of which he had the key ; they belonged to him, he had made them, and he felt he was legally entitled to them. On entering his appartement, a repulsive barenness plainly showed the avarice of the owner : in the antechamber were six straw chairs and a porcelain stove ; on the walls, which were covered with a bottle-green paper, were four en- gravings bought at auction. In the dining-room were two sideboards, two cages full of birds, a table cov- ered with oil-cloth, a bai-ometer, a window-door which opened on the hanging gardens, and chairs of dark mahogany covered with horse-hair. The salon had little curtains of some old green-silk stuff, and furni- ture of painted white-wood covered with green worsted velvet. As to the chamber of the old celibate it was furnished with Louis XV. articles, so dirt^' and dis- figured through long usage that a woman dressed in white would have been afraid of soiling herself by con- tact with them. The chimney-piece was adorned hy a clock with two columns, between which was a dial-case that served as a pedestal to Pallas brandishing her lance : a mj'th. The floor was covered with plates full of scraps intended for the cats, on which there was much danger of stepping. Above a chest of drawers in rose- wood hung a portrait done in pastel, — Molineux in his youth. There were also books, tables covered with 106 CSsar Birotteau. shabby green bandboxes, on a bracket a number of his deceased canaries stuffed ; and, finally, a chilly bed that might formerlj'^ have belonged to a carmelite. Cesar Birotteau was delighted with the extreme politeness of Molineux, whom he found wrapped in a gray woollen dressing-gown, watching his milk in a little metal heater on the edge of his fireplace, while his coflfee-grounds were boiling in a little brown earthen- ware jug from which, every now and then, he poured a few drops into his coflfee-pot. The umbrella-man, anxious not to disturb his' landlord, had gone to the door to admit Birotteau. Molineux held the mayors and deputies of the city of Paris in much esteem : he called them " my municipal officers." At sight of the magistrate he rose, and remained standing, cap in hand, until the great Birotteau was seated. "No, monsieur; j'es, monsieur; ah, monsieur, if I had known I should have had the honor of receiving in the bosom of my humble penates a member of the municipality of Paris, believe me I should have made it my duty to call upon you, although I am your landlord — or, on the point of becoming so." Birotteau made him a sign to put on his cap. " No, I shall not ; not until you are seated, and have replaced j'ours, if you feel the cold. My room is chilly, the smallness of mj' means not permitting — God grant your wishes ! " he added, as Birotteau sneezed while he felt in his pockets for the deeds. In present- ing them to Molineux C^sar remarked, to avoid all unnecessary delay, that Monsieur Eoguin the notary had drawn them up. Cisar Birotttau. 107 " I do not dispute the legal talents of Monsieur Ro- guin, an old name well-known in the notariat of Paris ; but I have my own little customs, I do my own busi- ness (an excusable hobb3'), and my notary is — " "But this matter is very simple," said the per- fumer, who was used to the quick business methods of merchants. " Simple !" cried Molineux. " Nothing is simple in such matters. Ah ! you are not a landlord, monsieur, and you may think yourself happy. If you knew to what lengths of ingratitude tenants can go, and to what precautions we are driven ! Why, monsieur, I once had a tenant — " And for a quarter of an hour he recounted how a Monsieur Gendrin, designer, had deceived the vigilance of his porter, Rue Saint-Honor^. Monsieur Gendrin had committed infamies worthy of Marat, — obscene drawings at which the police winked. This Gendrin, a profoundly immoral artist, had brought in women of bad lives, and made the staircase intolerable, — con- duct worthy of a man who made caricatures of the government. And why such conduct? Because his rent had been asked for on the 15th ! Gendrin and Molineux were about to have a lawsuit, for, though he did not pay, Gendrin insisted on holding the empty appartement. Molineux received anonj-mous letters, no doubt from Gendrin, which threatened him with assassination some night in the passages about the Cour Batave. "It has got to such a pass, monsieur," he said, winding up the tale, "that monsieur the prefect of police, to whom I confided my trouble (I profited 108 CSsar Birotteau. by the occasion to drop him a few words on the modi- fications which should be introduced into the laws to meet the case) , has authorized me to carry pistols for my personal safety.'' The little old man got up and fetched the pistols. " There they are ! " he cried. " But, monsieur, you have nothing to fear from me," said Birotteau, looking at Cayron, and giving him a glance and a smile intended to express pity for such a man. Molineux detected it ; he was mortified at such a look from an officer of the municipality, whose duty it was to protect all persons under his administration. In anj^ one else he might have pardoned it, but in Birotteau the deputy-mayor, never ! "Monsieur," he said in a dry tone, "an esteemed commercial judge, a deputy-mayor, and an honorable merchant would not descend to such petty meannesses, — for they are meannesses. But in your case there is an opening through the wall which must be agreed to by your landlord. Monsieur le comte de Grandville ; there are stipulations to be made and agreed upon about replacing the wall at the end of your lease. Besides which, rents have hitherto been low, but they are rising ; the Place Venddme is looking up, the Rue Castiglione is to be built upon. I am binding myself — binding raj'self down ! " " Let us come to a settlement," said Birotteau, amazed. "How much do you want? I know busi- ness well enough to be certain that all your reasons can be sUenced by the superior consideration of money. Well, how much is it? " CSsar Birotteau. 109 " That's only fair, monsieur the deputy. How much longer does your own lease run ? " " Seven j'ears," answered Birotteau. "Think what my first floor will be worth in seven years ! " said Molineux. " Why, what would two fur- nished rooms let for in that quarter? — more than two hundred francs a month perhaps ! I am binding my- self — binding myself by a lease. The rent, ought to be fifteen hundred francs. At that price I will consent to the transfer of the two rooms by Monsieur Cayron, here present," he said, with a sly wink at the umbrella- man ; " and I will give 3"ou a lease of them for seven consecutive years. The costs of piercing the wall are to belong to j'ou ; and j'ou must procure the consent of Monsieur le comte de Grandville and the cession of all his rights in the matter. You are responsible for all damage done in making this opening. You will not be expected to replace the wall yourself, that will be my business ; but you wiU at once pay me five hun- dred francs as an indemnity towards it. We never know who maj' live or die, and I can't run after axij- body to get the wall rebuilt." "Those conditions seem to me pretty fair," said Birotteau. " Next," said Molineux. " You must pay me seven hundred and fifty francs, hie et hunc, to be deducted from the last six months of your lease ; this will be acknowledged in the lease itself. Oh, I will accept small bills for the value of the rent at any date you please ! I am prompt and square in business. We will agree that you are to close up the door on my staircase (where you are to have no right of entry) , at your own 110 Cisar Birotteau. cost, in masonry. Don't fear, — I shall ask you no in- demnity for that at the end of your lease ; I consider it included in the five hundred francs. Monsieur, you will find me just." " "We merchants are not so sharp," said the per- fumer. "It would not be possible to do business if we made so many stipulations." " Oh, in business, that is very dififerent, especially in perfumery, where everything fits like a glove," said the old fellow with a sour smile; "but when you come to letting houses in Paris, nothing is unimpor- tant. Why, I have a tenant in the Rue Montorgueil who — " " Monsieur," said Birotteau, " I am sorry to detain you from your breakfast : here are the deeds, correct them. I agree to all that you propose, we wUl sign them to-morrow ; but to-day let us come to an agree- ment by word of mouth, for my architect wants to take possession of the premises in the morning." " Monsieur," resumed Molineux with a glance at the umbrella-merchant, ' ' part of a quarter has expired ; Monsieur Cayron would not wish to pay it ; we will add it to the rest, so that your lease may run from January to January. It will be more in order." "Very good," said Birotteau. " And the five per cent for the porter — " "But," said Birotteau, " if you deprive me of the right of entrance, that is not fair.'' "Oh, you are a tenant," said little Molineux, peremptorily, up in arms for the principle. " You must pay the tax on doors and windows and your share in all the other charges. If everything is clearly G6sar Birotteau. Ill understood there will be no difficulty. You must be doing well, monsieur ; your affairs are prospering ? " " Yes," said Birotteau. " But my motive is, I may say, something different. I assemble my friends as much to celebrate the emancipation of our territory as to commemorate my promotion to the order of the Legion of honor — " "Ah! ah!" said Molineux, "a recompense well- deserved ! " "Yes," said Birotteau, "possibly I showed myself worthy of that signal and royal favor by my services on the Bench of commerce, and by fighting for the Bour- bons upon the steps of Saint-Roch on the 13th Vend^- miaire. These claims — " ' ' Are equal to those of our brave soldiers of the old army. The ribbon is red, for it is dyed with their blood." At these words, taken from the ' ' Constitutionnel, " Birotteau could not keep from inviting httle Moli- neux to the ball, who thanked him profusely and felt like forgiving the disdainful look. The old man conducted his new tenant as far as the landing, and overwhelmed him with politeness.- When Birotteau reached the middle of the Cour Batave he gave Cayron a merry look. "I did not think there could exist such — weak beings ! " hp said, with difficulty keeping back the woird yboZs./' ^~-— ■ ~ "A-h,- monsieur!" said Cayron, "it is not everybody that has your talents." Birotteau might easily believe himself a superior V, being in the presence of Monsieur Molineux ; the an- j swer of the umbrella-man made him smile agreeably, 112 OSsar Birotteau. and he bowed to him with a truly roj'al air as they parted. " I am close by the Markets," thought Cesar ; " I '11 attend to the matter of the nuts." After an hour's search, Birotteau, who was sent -by the market-women to the Rue de Lombards where nuts for sugarplums were to be found, heard from his friend Matifat that the fruit in bulk was only to be had of a certain Madame Angelique Madou, living in the Rue Perrin-G-asselin, the sole establishment which kept the true filbert of Provence, and the veritable white hazel- nut of the Alps. The Rue Perrin-Gasselin is one of the narrow thoroughfares in a square labyrinth enclosed by the quay, the Rue Saint-Denis, the Rue de la Ferronnerie, and the Rue de la Monnaie ; it is, as it were, one of the entrails of the city. There swarm an infinite num- ber of heterogeneous and mixed articles of merchan- dise, evil-smelling and jaunty, herrings and muslin, silks and honey, butter and gauze, and above all a number of petty trades, of which Paris knows as little as a man knows of what is going on in his pancreas, and which, at the present moment, had a blood-sucker named Bidault, otherwise called Gigonnet, a money- lender, who lived in the Rue Gren^tat. In this quarter old stables were filled with oil-casks, and the carriage- houses were packed with bales of cotton. Here were stored in bulk the articles that were sold at retail in the markets. Madame Madou, formerly a fish-woman, but thrown, some ten j'ears since, into the dried-fruit trade by a Cisar Birotteau. 113 liaison with tiie former proprietor of her present busi- ness (an affair which had long fed the gossip of the markets), had originally a vigorous and enticing beautj^ now lost however in a vast embonpoint. She lived on the lower floor of a yellow house, which was falling to ruins, and was held together at each story by iron cross- bars. The deceased proprietor had succeeded in get- ting rid of all competitors, and had made his business a monopoly. In spite of a few slight defects of edu- cation, his heiress was able to carrj- it along, and take care of her stores, which were in coachhouses, stables, and old workshops, where she fought the vermin with eminent success. Not troubled with desk or ledgers, for she could neither read nor write, she answered a letter with a blow of her fist, considering it au insult. In the main she was a good woman, with a high- colored face, and a foulard tied over her cap, who mastered with bugle voice the wagoners when they brought the merchandise ; such squabbles usually end- ing in a bottle of the ' ' right sort." She had no dis- putes with the agriculturists who consigned her the fruit, for they corresponded in readj' money, — the only possible method of communication, to receive which Mere Madou paid them a visit in the fine season of the year. Birotteau found this shrewish trader among sacks of filberts, nuts, and chestnuts. " Good-morning, m}' dear lady," said Birotteau with a jaunty air. ^'■Your dear!" she said. "Hey! my son, what's there agreeable between us ? Did we ever mount guard over kings and- queens together?" 114 CSsar Birotteau. "I am a perfumer, and what is more I am deputy- mayor of the second arrondissement ; thus, as magis- trate and as customer, I request you to take another tone with me." " I marry when I please," said the virago. " I don't trouble the mayor, or bother his deputies. As for my customers, they adore me, and I talk to 'em as I choose. If they don't like it, they can snake off elsewhere." " This is the result of monopoly," thought Birotteau. " Popole ! — that's my godson, — he must have got into mischief. Have you come about him, my worthy magistrate ? " she said, softening her voice. '.' No ; I had the honor to tell you that I came as a customer." "Well, well! and what's your name, my lad? Haven't seen you about before, have I?" " If you take that tone, you ought to sell your nuts cheap," said Birotteau, who proceeded to give his name and all his distinctions. " Ha ! you're the Birotteau that 's got the handsome wife. And how many of the sweet little nuts may you want, my love ? " " Six thousand weight." " That's all I have," said the seller, in a voice like a hoarse flute. " My dear monsieur, you are not one of the sluggards who waste their time on girls and per- fumes. God bless you, you 've got something to do ! Excuse me a bit. You '11 be a jolly customer, dear to the heart of the woman I love best in the world.'' "Who is that?" " Hey ! the dear Madame Madou." " What 's the price of your nuts?" OSsar Birotteau. 115 " For you, old fellow, twenty-five francs a hundred, if you take them all." " Twenty-five francs ! " cried Birotteau. " Fifteen hundred francs ! I shall want perhaps a hundred thou- sand a year." " But just look how fine they are ; fresh as a daisy," she said, i)lunging her red arm into a sack of filberts. " Plump, no empty ones, my dear man. Just think ! grocers sell their beggarly trash at twenty-four sous a pound, and in every four pounds they put a pound of hollows. Must I lose my profits to oblige j'ou ? You 're nice enough, but you don't please me all that ! If you want so many, we might make a bargain at twenty francs. I don't want to send away a deputy-mayor, — bad luck to the brides, you know ! Now, just handle those nuts ; heavy, are n't they ? Less than fifty to the pound ; no worms there, I can tell you." "Well, then, send six thousand weight, for two thousand francs at ninety days' sight, to my manufac- tory. Rue du Faubourg-du-Temple, to-morrow morning early." "You're in as great a hurry as a bride! Well, adieu, monsieur the mayor ; don't bear me a grudge. But if it is all the same to you," she added, following Birotteau through the yard, " I would like your note at forty days, because I have let you have them too cheap, and I don't want to lose the discount. Pere Gigonnet may have a tender heart, but he sucks the soul out of us as a spider sucks a fly." " Well, then, fifty days. But they are to be weighed by the hundred pounds, so that there may be no hollow ones. Without that, no bargain." 116 CSsar Birotteau. "Ah, the dog! he knows what he's about," said Madame Madou; "can't make a fool of him! It is those rascals in the Eue des Lombards who have put him up to that ! Those big wolves are all in a pack to eat up the innocent lambs." This lamb was five feet high and three feet round, and she looked like a mile-post, dressed in striped calico, without a belt. The perfumer, lost in thought, was ruminating as he went along the Eue Saint-Honor^ about his duel with Macassar Oil. He was meditating on the labels and the shape of the bottles, discussing the quality of the corks, the color of the placards. And j-et people-^ay there is no poetrj^ in commerce ! Newton did not make more calculations for his famous binomial than Birot- teau made for his Comagene Essence, — for by this time the Oil had subsided into an Essence, and he went from one description to the other without observing any difference. His head spun with his computations, and he took the lively activity of its emptiness for the substantial work of real talent. He was so pre- occupied that he passed the turn leading to his uncle's house in the Eue des Bourdonnais, and had to return upon his steps. CSsar Birotteau. 117 V. Claude- Joseph Pillerault, formerly an iron- monger at the sign of the Cloche d'Or, had one of those faces whose beautj' shines from the inner to the outer ; about him all things harmonized, — dress and manners, mind and heart, thought and speech, words and acts. He was the sole relation of Madame Birot- teau, and had centred all his affections upon her and upon Cesarine, having lost, in the course of his com- mercial career, his wife and son, and also an adopted chUd, the son of his house-keeper. These heavy losses had driven the good man into a kind of Christian stoi- cism, — a noble doctrine, which gave life to his exist- ence, and colored his -latter da3-s with the warm, and at the same time chilling, tones which gild the sunsets of winter. His head, thin and hollowed and swarthy, with ochre and bistre tints harmoniously blended, offered a striking likeness to that which artists be- stow on Time, though it vulgarized it ; for the habits of commercial life lowered the stern and monumental character which painters, sculptors, and clock-makers exaggerate. Of medium height, Pillerault was more thick-set than stout ; Nature had built him for hard work and long life ; his broad shoulders showed a strong frame ; he was Avj by temperament, and his skin had, as it were, no emotions, though it was not insensible. Little demonstrative, as was shown by his 118 CSsar Birotteau. composed face and quiet attitude, the old man had an inward calm not expressed in phrases nor by emphasis. His eye, the pupil of which was green, mingled with black lines, was remarkable for its unalterable clear- ness. His forehead, wrinkled in straight lines and yellowed by time, was small and narrow, hard, and crowned with silver-gray hair cut so short that it looked like felt. His delicate mouth showed prudence, but not avarice. The vivacity of his ej-e showed the purity of his life. Integrity, a sense of duty, and true modesty made, as it were, a halo round his head, bringing his face into the relief of a sound and healthful existence. For sixty j-ears he had led the hard and sober life of a determined worker. His history was like Cesar's, except in happiness. A clerk till thirtj' j^ears of age, his property was all in his business at the time when C6sar put his savings into the Funds ; he had suffered, like others, under the Maximum, and the pickaxes and other implements of his trade had been requisitioned. His reserved and judicious nature, liis forethought and mathematical reflection, were seen in his methods of work. The greater part of his business was conducted by word of mouth, and he seldom encountered difHcul- ties. Like all thoughtful people he was a great ob- server ; he let people talk, and then studied thera. He often refused advantageous bargains on which his neighbors pounced ; later, when they regretted them, they declared that Pilleranlt had " a nose for swindlers." He preferred small and certain gains to bold strokes which put large sums of money in jeopardy. He dealt in cast-iron chimney backs, gridirons, coarse fire-dogs, kettles and boilers in cast or wrought iron, hoes, and Cisar Birotteau. 119 all the agricultural implements of the peasantry. This line, which was sufficiently unremunerative, required an immense mechanical toil. The gains were not in pro- portion to the labor ; the profits on such heavy articles, difficult to move and expensive to store, were small. He himself had nailed up many a case, packed and unpacked many a bale, unloaded many a wagon. No fortune was ever more noblj' won, more legitimate or more honorable, than his. He had never overcharged or sought to force a bargain. In his latter business days he might be seen smoking his pipe before the door of his shop looking at the passers-by, and watch- ing his clerks as they worked. In 1814, the period at which he retired from business, his fortune consisted, in the first place, of seventy thousand francs, which he placed in the public Funds, and from which he derived an income of five thousand and some odd hundred francs a year ; next of fortj^ thousand francs, the value of his business, which he had sold to one of his clerks ; this sum was to be paid in full at the end of five years, without interest. Engaged for thirtj' years in a business which amounted to a hundred thousand francs a year, he had made about seven per cent profit on the amount, and his living had absorbed one half of that profit. Such was his record. His neighbors, little envious of such mediocritj', praised his excellence without under- standing it. At the corner of the Rue de la Monnaie and the Rue Saint-Honor6 is the caf^ David, where a few old mer- chants, like Pillerault, take their coffee in the evenings. There, the adoption of the son of his cook had been the subject of a few jests, such as might be addressed to a 120 Cisar Birotteau. man much respected, for the iron-monger inspired re- spectful esteem, though he never sought it ; his inward self-respect sufficed him. So when he lost the young man, two hundred friends followed the body to the cemetery. In those days he was heroic. His sorrow, restrained like that of all men who are strong without assumption, increased the sympathy felt in his neighbor- hood for the " worthy man," — a term applied to Piller- ault in a tone which broadened its meaning and enno- bled it. The sobriety of Claude Pillerault, long become a habit, did not yield before the pleasures of an idle life when, on quitting his business, he sought the rest which drags down so many of the Parisian bourgeoisie. He kept up his former waj's of life, and enlivened his old age by convictions and interests, which belonged, we must admit, to the extreme Left. Pillerault belonged to that working-men's party which the Revolution had fused with the bourgeoisie. The onljr blot upon his character was the importance he attached to the triumph of that partj' ; he held to all the rights, to the liberty, and to the fruits of the Revolution ; he believed that his peace of mind and his political stability were endan- gered by the Jesuits, whose secret power was proclaimed aloud b}' the Liberals, and menaced by the principles with which the " Constitutionnel" endowed Monsieur. He was quite consistent in his life and ideas ; there was nothing narrow about his politics ; he never insulted his adversaries, he dreaded courtiers and believed in repub- lican virtues ; he thought Manuel a pure man, General Foy a great one, Casimir Perier without ambition, Lafayette a political prophet, and Courier a worthy fellow. He had indeed some noble chimeras. The C^sar Bii'otteau. 121 fine old man lived a famih" life ; he went about among the Eagons, his niece Birotteaii, the judge Popinot, Joseph Lebas, and his friend Matifat. Fifteen hun- dred francs a year sufficed for all his personal wants. As to the rest of his income he spent it on good deeds, and in presents to his great-niece ; he gave a dinner four times a j'ear to his friends, at Eoland's, Rue du Hasard, and took them afterwards to the theatre. He plaj'ed the part of those old bachelors on whom married women draw at sight for their amusements, — a coun- try jaunt, the opera, the Montagnes-Beaujon, et coetera. Pillerault was made happy by the pleasure he gave ; his joj's were in the hearts of others. Though he had sold his business, he did not wish to leave the neighbor- hood to which all his habits tied him ; and he took a small appartement of three rooms in the Rue des Bourdonnais on the fourth floor of an old house. Just as the moral nature of Molineux could be seen in his strange interior, the pure and simple life of Pille- rault was revealed 'by the arrangements of his modest home, consisting of an antechamber, a sitting-room, and bed-room. Judged b3' dimensions, it was the cell of a Trappist. The antechamber, with a red-tiled floor, had only one window, screened bj- a cambric curtain with a red border ; mahogany chairs, covered with reddish sheep's leather put on with gilt nails, walls hung with an olive-green paper, and otherwise deco- rated with the American Declaration of Independence, a portrait of Bonaparte as First Consul, and a represen- tation of the battle of Austerlitz. The salon, decorated undoubtedly by an upholsterer, had a set of furniture with arched tops covered in yellow, a carpet, chimney 122 Cisar Birotteau. ornaments of bronze without gilding, a painted chimnej'- board, a console bearing a vase of flowers under a glass case, a round table covered with a cloth, on which stood a liqueur-stand. The newness of this room proclaimed a sacrifice made by the old man to the conventions of the world ; for he seldom received any one at home. In his bedroom, as plain as that of a monk or an old soldier (the two men best able to estimate life), a crucifix with a basin of holy-water first caught the eye. This profession of faith in a stoical old republican was strangely moving to the heart of a spectator. An old woman came to do his household work ; but his respect for women was so great that he would not let her black his boots, and he subscribBd to a boot- black for that service. His dress was simple, and in- variably the same. He wore a coat and trousers of dark-blue cloth, a waistcoat of some printed cotton fabric, a white cravat, high shoes, and on gala days he put on a coat with brass buttons. His habits of rising, breakfasting, going out, dining, his evening resorts, and his returning hours were all stamped with the strictest punctuality ; for regular habits are the secret of long life and sound health. Politics never came to the surface in his intercourse with Cesar, the Ragons, or the Abb6 Loraux ; for the good people of that circle knew each other too well to care to enter the region of proselytism. Like his nephew and like the Eagons, he put implicit confidence in Roguin. To his mind the notary was a being worthy of veneration, — the living image of probity. In the affair of the lands about the Madeleine, Pillerault had undertaken a pri- vate examination, which was the real cause of the CSsar Birotteau. 123 boldness with which C6sar had combated his wife's presentiments. The perfumer went up the seventy-eight stairs which led to the little brown door of his uncle's apartment, thinking as he went that the old man must be very hale to mount them daily without complaining. He found a frock-coat and pair of trousers hanging on the hat- stand outside the door. Madame Vaillant brushed and cleaned them while this genuine philosopher, wrapped in a gray woollen garment, breakfasted in his chimney- corner and read the parliamentary debates in the " Constitutionnel" or the "Journal du Commerce." "Uncle," said C^sar, "the matter is settled; they are drawing up the deeds ; but if you have any fears or regrets, there is still time to give it up." "Why should I give it up? The thing is good; though it may be long before we realize anything, like all safe investments. My fifty thousand francs are in the bank. I received yesterday the last instalment, five thousand francs, from my business. As for the Eagons, they have put their whole fortune into the affair." ' ' How do they coutriye to live ? " " JSTever mind how ; they do hve." "Uncle, I understand!" said Birotteau, deeply moved, pressing the hand of the austere old man. "How is the affair arranged?" asked Pillerault, brusquely. " I am in for three eighths, you and the Eagons for one eighth. I shall credit you for that on my books until the question of registration is decided." " Good ! My boy, you must be getting rich to put three hundred thousand francs into it. It seems to me 124 CSsar Birotteau. you are risking a good deal outside of your business. Won't the business suffer? However, that is your affair. If you get a set-back, why the Funds are at eighty, and I could sell two thousand francs worth of my consolidated stock. But take care, my lad ; for if you have to come upon me, it will be your daughter's fortune that you will take." "Ah! my uncle, how simply j'ou say things ! Ton touch my heart." ' ' General Foy was touching mine in quite another fashion just now. Well, go on ; settle the business ; lands can't fly away. We are getting them at half price. Suppose we do have to wait six years, there will always be some returns ; there are wood-yards which will bring in a rent. We can't reallj' lose any- thing. There is but one chance against us. Roguin might run off with the money." " My wife told me so this very night. She fears — " "That Roguin will carry off our funds?" said Pille- rault, laughing. "Pray, why?" " She says there is too much in his nose ; and like all men who can't have women, he is furious to — " With a smile of incredulity, Pillerault tore a strip from a little book, wrote down an amount, and signed the paper. " There," said he, " there's a cheque on the Bank of France for a hundred thousand francs for the Ragons and for me. Those poor folks have just sold to your scoundrel of a du Tillet their fifteen shares in the mines at Wortschin to make up the amount. Worthy people in trouble, — it wrings my heart ; and such good, noble souls, the very flower of the old bourgeoisie ! Their CSsar Birotteau. 125 brother, Popinot the judge, knows nothing about it; they hide it from him so that he may not feel obliged to give up his other works of charitj^. People who have worked, like me, for forty years ! " " God grant that the Oil of Comagene maj' triumph ! " cried Birotteau. "I shall be doubly happj-. Adieu; come and dine on Sunday with the Ragons, Eoguin, and Monsieur Claparon. "We shall sign the papers day after to-morrow, for to-morrow is Friday, you know, and I shouldn't like — " "You don't surely give in to such superstitions?" " Uncle, I shall never believe that the day on which the Son of God was put to death by man can be a fortunate day. Why, we ourselves stop all business on the twentj^-first of Januarj'. " On Sunday, then," said Pillerault brusquely. "If it were not for his political opinions," thought- Birotteau as he went down stairs, " I don't believe he would have his equal here below. What are politics to him ? He would be just as well off if he never thought of them. His obstinacy in that direction only shows that there can't be a perfect man." "Three o'clock already!" cried Cesar, as he got back to " The Queen of Roses." "Monsieur, do you mean to take these securities?" asked Celestin, showing him the notes of the umbrella- maker. "Yes; at six per cent, without commission. Wife, get Tcaj dressing things all readj' ; I am going to see Monsieur Vauquelin, — you know whj'. A white cravat, of course." Birotteau gave a few orders to the clerks. Not seeing 126 Cisar Birotteau. Popinot, he concluded that his future partner had gone to dress ; and he went gayly up to his room, where the Dresden Madonna, magnificently framed according to his orders, awaited him. " Hey ! that 's pretty," he said to his daughter. "Papa, you must say beautiful, or people will laugh at j'ou." " Upon my word ! a daughter who scolds her father ! "Well, well ! To my taste I like Hero and Leander quite as much. The Virgin is a religious subject, suitable for a chapel ; but Hero and Leander, ah ! I shall buy it, for that flask of oil gave me an idea — " " Papa, I don't know what you are talking about." " Virginie ! a hackney-coach ! " cried Cesar, in sten- torian tones, as soon as he had trimmed his beard and seen little Popinot appear, who was dragging his foot timidly because Cesarine was there. The lover had never yet perceived that his infirmity no longer existed in the eyes of his mistress. Deh- cious sign of love ! — which they on whom chance has inflicted a bodily imperfection can alone obtain. "Monsieur," he said, "the press wiU be ready to work to-morrow." "Why, what's the matter, Popinot?" asked Cdsar, as he saw Anselme blush. "Monsieur, it is the joy of having found a shop, a back-shop, kitchen, chambers above them, and store- rooms, — all for twelve hundred francs a year, in the Rue des Cinq-Diamants." "We must take a lease of eighteen years," said Birotteau. ' ' But let us start for Monsieur Vauquelin's. We can talk as we go." CSsar Birotteau. 127 C^sar and Popinot got into the hackney-coach before the eyes of the astonished clerks, who did not know what to make of these gorgeous toilets and the ab- normal coach, ignorant as they were of the great projects revolving in the mind of the master of " The Queen of Roses." " We are going to hear the truth about nuts," said C^sar, half to himself. " Nuts? " said Popinot. " There you have my secret," said the perfumer. "I've let loose the word nuts, — all is there. The oil of nuts is the only oil that has any real effect upon hair. No perfumer has ever dreamed of it. I saw an en- graving of Hero and Leander, and I said to mj'self, If the ancients used all that oil on their heads thejr had some reason for it ; for the ancients are the ancients, in spite of all the moderns may saj' ; I stand by Boileau about the ancients. I took my departure from that point and got to the oil of nuts, thanks to your relation, little Bianchon the medical student : he told me that at school his comrades used nut oil to promote the growth of their whiskers and mustachios. All we need is the approval of Monsieur Vauquehn ; enhghtened by his science, we shall mislead the public. I was in the markets just now, talking to a seller of nuts, so as to get hold of the raw material, and now I am about to meet one of the greatest scientific men in France, to get at the quintessence of that commodity. Proverbs are no fools ; extremes meet. Now see, my boy, commerce is the intermediary between the produc- tions of the vegetable kingdom and science. Angelique Madou gathers. Monsieur Vauquelin extracts, we sell 128 CSsar Birottefiu. an essence. Nuts are worth five sous a pound, Mon- sieur Vauquelin will increase their value one hundred- fold, and we shall, perhaps, do a service to humanity ; for if vanitj- is the cause of the greatest torments of mankind, a good cosmetic becomes a benefaction." The religious admiration with which Popiuot listened to the father of Cesarine stimulated Birotteau's elo- quence, who allowed himself to expatiate in phrases which certainly were extremelj- wild for a bourgeois. "Be respectful, Anselme," he said, as they reached the street where Monsieur Vauquelin lived, " we are about to enter the sanctuarj^ of science. Put the Vii'gin in full sight, but not ostentatiously, in the dining-room, on a chair. Praj- heaven, I maj"^ not get mixed up in what I have to say ! " cried C^sar, naively. " Popinot, this man has a chemical efiect upon me ; his voice heats my stomach, and even gives me a slight colic. He is my benefactor, and in a few moments he will be 3'ours." These words struck Popinot with a cold chill, and he began to step as if he were walking on eggs, looking nervously at the wall. Monsieur Vauquelin was in his study when Birotteau was announced. The academi- cian knew that the perfumer and deputy-mayor was high in favor, and he admitted him. "You do not forget me in the midst of your dis- tinctions," he said, " there is only a hand's-breadth, however, between a chemist and a perfumer.'' " Ah, monsieur ! between your genius and the plain- ness of a man like me there is inflnitj^ I owe to you what you call my distinctions : I shall never forget it in this world, nor in the next." CSsar Birotteau. 129 "Oh! in the next they say we shall be all alike, kings and cobblers." "Provided kings and cobblers lead a holy life here below," said Birotteau. "Is that your son?" asked Vauquelin, looking at little Popinot, who was amazed at not seeing anything extraordinary in the sanctum, where he expected to find monstrosities, gigantic engines, flying-machines, and material substances all alive. " No, monsieur, but a 3'oung man whom I love, and who comes to ask a kindness equal to your genius, — and that is infinite," said C^sar with shrewd courtesy. " We have come to consult you, a second time, on an important matter, about which I am as ignorant as a perfumer can be." " Let me hear what it is." " I know that hair has lately occupied all your vigils, and that j'ou have given yourself up to analj'zing it ; while you have thought of glory, I have thought of commerce." "Dear Monsieur Birotteau, what is it you want of me, — the analysis of hair ? " He took up a little paper. " I am about to read before the Academy of Sciences a monograph on that subject. Hair is composed of a rather large quantity of mucus, a small quantity of white oil, a great deal of greenish oil, iron, a few atoms of oxide of manganese, some phosphate of lime, a tiny quantity of carbonate of lime, a little silica, and a good deal of sulphur. The differing proportions of these component parts cause the differences in the color of the hair. Red hair, for instance, has more greenish oil than any other." 9 130 C6sar Birotteau. Cdsar and Popinot opened their eyes to a laughable extent. " Nine things ! " cried Birotteau. " What ! are there metals and oils in hair? Unless I heard it from you, a man I venerate, I could not believe it. How amazing ! God is great. Monsieur Vauquelin." " Hair is produced by a follicular organ," resumed the great chemist, — "a species of pocket, or sack, open at both extremities. By one end it is fastened to the nerves and the blood vessels ; from the other springs the hair itself. According to some of our scientific brotherhood, among them Monsieur Blainville, the hair is really a dead matter expelled from that pouch, or crypt, which is filled with a species of pulp." " Then hair is what j-ou might call threads of sweat ! " cried Popinot, to whom Cdsar promptly administered a little kick on his heels. Vauquelin smiled at Popinot's idea. "He knows something, doesn't he?" said C^sar, looking at Popinot. "But, monsieur, if the hau: ia still-born, it is impossible to give it life, and I am lost ! my prospectus will be ridiculous. You don't know how queer the public is ; you can't go and tell it — " " That it has got manure upon its head," said Popi- not, wishing to make Vauquelin laugh again. "Cephalic catacombs," said Vauquelin, continuing the joke. " My nuts are bought ! " cried Birotteau, alive to the commercial loss. " If this is so why do they sell — " "Don't be frightened," said Vauquelin, smiling, "I see it is a question of some secret about making the hair grow or keeping it from turning gray. Listen! CSsar Birotteau. 131 this is my opinion on the subject, as the result of my studies." Here Popinot pricked up his ears like a frightened hare. "The discoloration of this substance, be it living or dead, is, in my judgment, produced by a check to the secretion of the coloring matter ; which explains why in certain cold climates the fur of animals loses all color and turns white in winter." "Hein! Popinot." "It is evident," resumed Vauquelin, "that altera- tions in the color of the hair come from changes in the circumjacent atmosphere — " "Circumjacent, Popinot! recollect, hold fast to that," cried C^sar. " Yes," said Vauquelin, "from hot and cold changes, or from internal phenomena which produce the same effect. Probably headaches and other cephalagic affec- tions absorb, dissipate, or displace the generating fluids. However, the interior of the head concerns physicians. As for the exterior, bring on your cosmetics." "Monsieur," said Birotteau, "you restore me to life ! I have thought of selling an oil of nuts, be- lieving that the ancients made use of that oil for their hair ; and the ancients are the ancients, as you know: I agree with Boileau. Why did the gladia- tors oil themselves — " " Olive oil is quite as good as nut oil," said Vauque- lin, who was not listening to Birotteau. "All oil is good to preserve the bulb from receiving injury to the substances working within it, or, as we should say in chemistry, in liquefaction. Perhaps you are right : 132 Cesar Birotteau. Dupuj'tren told me the oil of nuts had a stimulating property. I will look into the differences between the various oils, beech-nut, colza, olive, and hazel, etc.'' "Then I am not mistaken," cried Birotteau, trium- phantly. " I have coincided with a great man. Macas- sar is overthrown ! Macassar, monsieur, is a cosmetic given — that is, sold, and sold dear — to make the hair grow." "My dear Monsieur Birotteau," said Vauquelin, " there are not two ounces of Macassar oil in all Europe. Macassar oil has not the slightest action upon the hair ; but the Malays buy it up for its weight in gold, thinking that it preserves the hair: they don't know that whale-oil is just as good. No power, chemical, or divine — " " Divine ! oh, don't say that, Monsieur Vauquelin." " But, my dear monsieur, the first law of God is to be consistent with himself; without unity, no power — " "Ah! in that light — " " No power, as I saj-, can make the hair grow on bald heads ; just as you can never dye, without serious danger, red or white hair. But in advertising the bene- fits of oil you commit no mistake, you tell no falsehood, and I think that those who use it will probably preserve their hair." " Do you think that the royal Academy of Sciences would approve of — " "Oh! there is no discovery in all that," said Vau- quelin. " Besides, charlatans have so abused the name of the Academy that it would not help you much. My conscience will not allow me to think the oil of nuts a prodigy." Cisar Birotteau. 183 "What would be the best way to extract it; by pressure, or decoction?" asked Birotteau. "Pressure between two hot slabs will cause the oil to flow more abundantly ; but if obtained by pressure between cold slabs it will be of better qualitj-. It should be applied to the skin itself," added Vauquelin, kindly, "and not to the hair; otherwise the effect might be lost." " Recollect all that, Popinot," said Birotteau, with an enthusiasm that sent a glow into his face. " You see before you, monsieur, a j'oung man who will count this daj' among the finest in his life. He knew j-ou, he venerated you, without ever having seen you. We often talk of you in our home : a name that is in the heart is often on the lips. We pray for j-ou every da)-, my wife and daughter and I, as we ought to praj- for our benefactor." "Too much for so little," said Vauquelin, rather bored by the voluble gratitude of the perfumer. " Ta, ta, ta ! " exclaimed Birotteau, " you can't pre- vent our loving j'^ou, you who will take nothing from us. You are like the sun ; you give light, and those whom you illuminate can give 3'ou nothing in return." The man of science smiled and rose ; the perfumer and Popinot rose also. " Anselme, look weU at this room. You permit it, monsieur? Your time is precious, I know, but he will never have another opportunity." " Well, have you got all you wanted?" said Vauque- lin to Birotteau. " After all, we are both commercial men." " Pretty nearly, monsieur," said Birotteau, retreating 134 Cesar Birotteau. towards the dining-room, Vauquelin following. " But to launch our Comagene Essence we need a good foundation — " " 'Comagene' and 'Essence' are two words that clash. Call your cosmetic ' Oil of Birotteau ; ' or, if you don't want to give your name to the world, find some other. Why, there 's the Dresden Madonna ! Ah, Mon- sieur Birotteau, do you mean that we shall quarrel? " "Monsieur Vauquelin," said the perfumer, taking the chemist's hand. " This treasure has no value ex- cept the time that I have spent in finding it. We had to ransack all Germany to find it on China paper before lettering. I knew that you wished for it and that your occupations did not leave you the time to search for it ; I have been your commercial traveller, that is all. Accept therefore, not a paltry engraving, but efibrts, anxieties, despatches to and fro, which are the evidence of my complete devotion. Would that you had wished for something growing on the sides of precipices, that I might have sought it and said to you, ' Here it is ! ' Do not refuse my gift. We have so much reason to be forgotten ; allow me therefore to place myself, my wife, my daughter, and the son-in-law. I expect to have, beneath 3'our eyes. You must say when you look at the Virgin, ' There are some people in the world who are thinking of me.' " "I accept," said Vauquelin. Popinot and Birotteau wiped their eyes, so aflfected were they by the kindly tone in which the academician uttered the words. " Will j'ou crown your goodness?" said the perfumer. " What 's that?" exclaimed Vauquelin. CSsar Birotteau. 135 "I assemble my friends" — he rose from his heels, taking, nevertheless, a modest air — " as much to cele- brate the emancipation of our territory as to com- memorate my promotion to the order of the Legion of honor — " " Ah ! " exclaimed Vauquelin, surprised. " Possibly I showed myself worthy of that signal and royal favor, by my services on the Bench of commerce, and by fighting for the Bourbons upon the steps of Saint-Roch, on the 13th Vendemiaire, where I was wounded by Napoleon. Mj- wife gives a ball, three weeks from Sunday ; pray come to it, monsieur. Do us the honor to dine with us on that day. Your pres- ence would double the happiness with which I receive my cross. I will write you beforehand." " Well, yes," said Vauquelin. "My heart swells with joy!" cried the perfumer, when he got into the street. " He comes to my house ! I am afraid I 've forgotten what he said about hair : do you remember it, Popinot ! " "Yes, monsieur; and twenty years hence I shall remember it still." "What a great man! what a glance, what pene- tration!" said Birotteau. "Ah! he made no bones about it ; he guessed our thoughts at the first word ; he has given us the means of annihilating Macassar oil. Yes ! nothing can make the hair grow ; Macassar, you lie ! Popinot, our fortune is made. We '11 go to the manufactory to-morrow morning at seven o'clock ; the nuts will be there, and we will press out some oil. It is alUvery well for him to say that any oil is good ; if the public knew that, we should be lost. If we did n't 136 CSsar Birotteau. put some scent and the name of nuts into the oil, how could we sell it for three or four francs the four ounces?" "You are about to be decorated, monsieur?" said Popinot, " what glory for — " " Commerce ; that is true, mj' boy." Cesar's triumphant, air, as if certain of fortune, was observed by the clerks, who made signs at each other ; for the trip in the hacknej'-coach, and the full dress of the cashier and his master had thrown them all into the wildest regions of romance. The mutual satisfaction of Cesar and Anselme, betrayed b}' looks diplomatically exchanged, the glance full of hope which Popinot cast now and then at Cesarine, proclaimed some great event and gave color to the conjectures of the clerks. In their busy and half cloistral life the smallest events have the interest which a prisoner feels in those of his prison. The bearing of Madame Ccjsar, who replied to the Olympian looks of her lord with an air of distrust, seemed to point to some new enterprise ; for in ordinary times Madame C^sar, delighted with the smallest rou- tine success, would have shared his contentment. It happened, accidentall3', that the receipts for the day amounted to more than six thousand francs ; for several outstanding bills chanced to be paid. The dining-room and the kitchen, lighted from a little court, and sepai-ated from the dining-room by a passage, from which the staircase, taken out of a corner of the backshop, opened up, was on the entresol where in for- mer daj's C^sar and Constance had their appartement ; in fact, the dining-room, where the honey-moon had been passed, still wore the look of a little salon. Duringl| CSsar Birotteau. 137 dinner Eaguet, the trusty boj' of all work, took charge of the shop ; but the clerks came down when the dessert was put on table, leaving C^sar, his wife and daughter to finish their dinner alone by the chimney corner. This habit was derived from the Ragons, who kept up the old-fashioned usages and customs of former com- mercial days, which placed an enormous distance be- tween the masters and the apprentices. Cesarine or Constance then prepared for Birotteau his cup of coffee, which he took sitting on a sofa by the corner of the fire. At this hour he told his wife all the little events of the daj', and related what he had seen in the streets, what was going on in the Faubourg du Temple, and the difficulties he had met with in the manufactorj^, et c(Btera. "Wife," he said, when the clerks had gone down, "this is certainly one of the most important days in our life !f The nuts are bought, the hydraulic press is readj- to go to work, the land affair is settled. Here, lock up that cheque on the Bank of France," he added, handing her Pillerault's paper. "The improvements in the house are ordered, the dignity of our appartement is about to be increased. Bless me ! I saw, down in the Cour Batave, a ver3' singular man," — and he told the tale of Monsieur Molineux. " I see," said his wife, interrupting him in the middle of a tirade, " that you have gone in debt two hundred thousand francs." " That is true, wife," said C^sar, with mock humility, "Good God, how shall we pay them? It counts for nothing that the lands about the Madeleine will some day become the finest quarter of Paris." 138 • CSsar Birotteau. " Some day, C<$sar ! " "Alas!" he said, going on witli Ms joke, " my three eighths will onlj- be worth a million in six years. How shall I ever pay that two hundred thousand francs? " said Gesar, with a gesture of alarm. " Well, we shall be reduced to pay them with that," he added, pulling from his pocket a nut, which he had taken from Madame Madou and carefully preserved. He showed the nut between his fingers to Constance and Cesarine. His wife was silent, but Cesarine, much puzzled, said to her father, as she gave him his coffee, " What do 3-0U mean, papa, — are you joking?" The perfumer, as well as the clerks, had detected during dinner the glances which Popinot had cast at Cesarine, and he resolved to clear up his suspicions. " WeU, my little daughter," he said, "this nut will revolutionize our home. From this day forth there will be one person the less under mj' roof." Cesarine looked at her father with an eye which seemed to say, ' ' What is that to me ? " ' ' Popinot is going away." Though C4sar was a poor observer, and had, more- over, prepared his phrase as much to herald the crea- tion of the house of A. Popinot and Companj', as to set a trap for his daughter, yet his paternal tenderness made him guess the confused feelings which rose in Cesarine's heart, blossomed in roses on her cheek, suffused her forehead and even her ej^es as she lowered them. Cesar thought that words must have passed between Cesarine and Popinot. He was mistaken: the two children comprehended each other, "Kke all timid lovers, without a word. Gi&ar Birotteau. 139 Some moralists liold that love is an involuntary passion, the most disinterested, the least calculating, of all the passions, except maternal love. This opinion carries with it a vulgar error. Though the majority of men may be ignorant of the causes of love, it is none the less true that all sympathy, moral or physical, is based upon calculations made either by the mind, or by sentiment or brutalit3^ Love is an essentiall}^ selfish passion. Self means deep calculation. To every mind which looks onlj' at results, it will seem at first sight singular and unlikely that a beautiful girl like Cesarine should love a poor lame fellow with red hair. Yet this phenomenon is completely in harmony with the arith- metic of middle-class sentiments. To explain it, would be to give the reason of marriages which are constantly looked upon with surprise, — marriages between tall and beautiful women and puny men, or between ugly little creatures and handsome men. Every man who is cursed with some bodily infirmity, no matter what it is, — club-feet, a halting-gait, a humped-back, excessive ugli- ness, claret stains upon the cheek, Eoguin's species of deformity, and other monstrosities the result of causes beyond the control of the sufferer, — has but two courses open to him : either he must make himself feared, or he must practise the virtues of exquisite loving-kindness ; he is not permitted to float in the middle currents of average conduct which are habitual to other men. If he takes the first course he probably has talent, genius, or strength of will ; a man inspires terror only by the power of evil, respect by genius, fear through force of mind. If he chooses the second course, he makes himself adored ; he submits to femi- 140 Cisar Birotteau. nine tyranny, and knows better how to love than men of irreproachable bodily condition. Anselme, brought up by -virtuous people, by the Eagons, models of the honorable bourgeoisie, and by his uncle the judge, had been led, through his ingenuous nature and his deep religious sentiments, to redeem the slight deformity of his person by the perfection of his character. Constance and Cesar, struck by these tendencies, so attractive in youth, had repeatedly sung his praises before C^sarine. Petty as they might be in many ways, husband and wife were noble by nature, and understood the deep things of the heart. Their praises found an echo in the mind of the young girl, who, despite her innocence, had read in Anselme's pure eyes the violent feeling, which is alwaj-s flattering what- ever be the lover's age, or rank, or personal appear- ance. Little Popinot had far more reason to adore a woman than a handsome man could ever have. If she were beautiful, he would love her madly to his dying day ; his fondness would inspire him with ambition ; he would sacrifice his own life that his wife's might be happy ; he would make her mistress of their home, and be himself the first to accept her sway. Thus thought Cesarine, involuutarilj^ perhaps, j'et not alto- gether crudely ; she gave a bird's-ej'e glance at the harvest of love in her own home, and reasoned bj- in- duction ; the happiness of her mother was before her eyes, — she wished for no better fate ; her instinct told her that Anselme was another Cesar, improved by his education, as she had been improved by hers. She dreamed of Popinot as mayor of an arrondissefhi^t, and liked to picture herself taking up the collectionS|^ CSsar Birotteau. 141 in their parish church as her mother did at Saint-Eoch. She had reached the point of no longer perceiving the difference between the left leg and the right leg of her lover, and was even capable of saying, in all sincerity, "Does he limp?" She loved those liquid ejes, and liked to watch the effect her own glance had upon them, as they lighted up for a moment with a chaste flame, and then fell, sadly. Roguin's head-clerk, Alexandre Crottat, who was gifted with the precocious experience which comes from knowledge acquired in a lawyer's office, had an air and manner that was half cynical, half sillj-, which revolted Cesarine, alreadj' disgusted by the trite and commonplace character of his conversation. The silence of Popinot, on the other hand, revealed his gentle nature ; she loved the smile, partly mournful, with which he listened to trivial vulgarities. The silly nonsense which made him smile filled her with repul- sion ; they were grave or gaj- in sympathj-. This hidden vantage-ground did not hinder Anselme from plunging into his work ; and his indefatigable ardor in it pleased Cesarine, for she guessed that when his comrades in the shop said, " Mademoiselle Cesarine will marry Eoguin's head-clerk," the poor lame Anselme, with his red hair, did not despair of winning her himself. A high hope is the proof of a great love. " Where is he going? " asked Cesarine of her father, trying to appear indifferent. ' ' He is to set up for himself in the Eue des Cinq- Diamants ; and, my faith ! by the grace of God ! " cried C^sar, whose exclamations were not understood by his wife, nor by his daughter. 142 CSsar Birotteau. When Birotteau encountered a moral difficulty he did as the insects do when there is an obstacle in their way, — he turned either to the right or to the left. He therefore changed the conversation, resolving to talk over C6sarine with his wife. "I told all your fears and fancies about Eoguin to your uncle, and he laughed,'' he said to Constance. ' ' You should never tell what we say to each other ! " cried Constance. " That poor Eoguin may be the best man in the world ; he is fifty-eight years old, and perhaps he thinks no longer of — " She stopped short, seeing that Cdsarine was listening attentively, and made a sign to C^sar. ' ' Then I have done right to agree to the affair,'' said Birotteau. "You are the master," she answered. Cesar took his wife by the hands and kissed her brow ; that answer always conveyed her tacit assent to her husband's projects. " Now, then," cried the perfumer, to his clerks, when he went back to them, " the shop wiU be closed at ten o'clock. Gentlemen, lend a hand ! a great feat ! We must move, during the night, all the furniture from the first floor to the second floor. We shall have, as they say, to put the little pots in the big pots, for my architect must have his elbows free to-morrow morn- ing — Popinot has gone out without my permission," he cried, looking round and not seeing his cashier. "Ah, true, he does not sleep here any more, I forgot that. He is gone," thought C^sar, " either to write down Monsieur Vauquelin's ideas, or else to hire the shop." . ^^ CSsar Birotteau. 143 " "We all know the cause of this household change," said Celestin, speaking in behalf of the two other clerks and Eaguet, grouped behind him. " Is it allowable to congratulate monsieur upon an honor which reflects its light upon the whole establishment? Popinot has told us that monsieur — " " Hey, hey ! my children, it is all true. I have been decorated. I am about to assemble mj' friends, not only to celebrate the emancipation of our territory, but to commemorate my promotion to the order of the Legion of honor. I may, possibly, have shown myself worthy of that signal and royal favor by my services on the Bench of commerce, and by fighting for the royal cause ; which I defended — at j'our age — upon the steps of Saint-Roch on the 13th Vend^miaire, and I give you my word that Napoleon, called emperor, wounded me himself ! wounded me in the thigh ; and Madame Ragon nursed me. Take courage ! recompense comes to every man. Behold, mj' sons ! misfortunes are never wasted." "They will never fight in the streets again," said Celestin. "Let us hope so,'' said Cdsar, who thereupon went off into an harangue to the clerks, which he wound up by inviting them to the ball. The vision of a ball inspired the three clerks, Eaguet, and Virginie the cook with an ardor that gave them the strength of acrobats. They came and went up and down the stairs, carrying everything and breaking nothing. By two o'clock in the morning the removal was effected. Cesar and his wife slept on the second floor. Popinot's bedroom became that of Celestin and 144 Cisar Birotteau. the second clerk. On the third floor the furniture was stored provisionally. In the grasp of that magnetic ardor, produced by an influx of the nervous fluid, which lights a brazier in the midrifl" of ambitious men and lovers intent on high emprise, Popinot, so gentle and tranquil usually', pawed the earth like a thoroughbred before the race, when he came down into the shop after dinner. "What's the matter with you?" asked Celestin. " Oh, what a day ! my dear feUow, what a day ! I am set up in business, and Monsieur C^sar is decorated." " You are very lucky if the master helps you," said Celestin. Popinot did not answer ; he disappeared, driven by a furious wind, — the wind of success. "Lucky!" said one of the clerks, who was sorting gloves by the dozen, to another who was comparing prices on the tickets. "Lucky! the master has found out that Popinot is making eyes at Mademoiselle C^sar- ine, and, as the old fellow is pretty clever, he gets rid of Anselme ; it would be difficult to refuse him point- blank, on account of his relations. Celestin thinks the trick is luck or generosity ! " CSsar Birotteau. 145 VI. Anselme Popinot went down the Rue Saint-Honor^ and rushed along the Rue des Deus-Ecus to s^eize upon a young man whom his commercial second-sight pointed out to him as clie principal instrument of his future fortune. Popinot the judge had once done a great service to the cleverest of all commercial travellers, to him whose triumphant loquacity' and activitj- were to win him, in coming j-ears, the title of The Illustrious. Devoted especially' to the hat-trade and the article- Paris, this prince of travellers was called, at the time of which we write, purely' and simply, Gaudissart. At the age of twenty-two he was alreadj^ famous by the power of his commercial magnetism. In those days he was slim, with a joj'ous eye, expressive face, un- wearied memory, and a glance that guessed the wants of every one ; and he deserved to be, what in fact he became, the king of commercial travellers, the French- man par excellence. A few daj-s earlier Popinot had met Gaudissart, who mentioned that he was on the point of departure ; the hope of finding him still in Paris sent the lover flj'ing into the Rue des Deux- Eciis, where he learned that the traveller had engaged his place at the Messageries-Royales. To bid adieu to his beloved capital, Gaudissart had gone to see a new piece at the Vaudeville ; Popinot resolved to 10 146 CSsar Birotteau. wait for him. Was it not drawing a cheque on fortune to intrust the launching of the oil of nuts to this in- comparable steersman of mercantile inventions, already petted and courted by the richest firms ? Popinot had reason to feel sure of Gaudissart. The commercial traveller, so knowing in the art of entangling that most wary of human beings, the little provincial trader, had himself become entangled in the first conspiracy at- tempted against the Bourbons after the Hundred Days. Gaudissart, to whom the open firmament of heaven was indispensable, found himself shut up in prison, under the weight of an accusation for a capital offence. Popinot the judge, who presided at the trial, released him on the ground that it was nothing worse than his im- prudent folly which had mixed him up in the affair. A judge anxious to please the powers in office, or a rabid royalist, would have sent the luckless travel- ler to the scaffold. Gaudissart, who believed he owed his life to the judge, cherished the grief of being unable to make his savior any other return than that of sterile gratitude. As he could not thank a judge for doing justice, he went to the Eagons and declared himself liege-vassal forever to the house of Popinot. While waiting about for Gaudissart, Anselme natu- rally went to look at the shop in the Rue des Cinq-Dia- mants, and got the address of the owner, for the purpose of negotiating a lease. As he sauntered through the dusky -labyrinth of the great market, thinking how to ^chieve a rapid success,-Jie suddenly came, in the Rue Aubry-le-Boucher, upon a rare chance, and one of good omen, with which he resolved to regale C^sar on the CSsar Birotteau. 147 morrow. Soon after, while standing about the door of the H6tel du Commerce, at the end of the Eue des Deux-Ecus, about midnight, he heard, in the far dis- tance of the Rue de Grenelle, a vaudeville chorus sung by Gaudissart, with a cane accompaniment significantly rapped upon the pavement. " Monsieur," said Anselme, suddenly appearing from the doorway, " two words?" " Eleven, if j'ou like," said the commercial traveller, brandishing his loaded cane over the aggressor. " I am Popinot," said poor Anselme. " Enough ! " cried Gaudissart, recognizing him. "What do j-ou need? Money? — absent, on leave, but we can get it. My arm for a duel ? — all is yours, from my head to my heels," and he sang, — "Behold! behold! A Frenchman true! " " Come and talk with me for ten minutes ; not in your room, — we might be overheard, — but on the Quai de I'Horloge ; there 's no one there at this hour," said Popinot. "It is about something important." "Exciting, hey? Proceed." In ten minutes Gaudissart, put in possession of Popinot's secret, saw its importance. " Come forth ! perfumers, hair-dressers, petty retailers ! " sang Gaudissart, mimicking Lafon in the rSle of the Cid. "I shall grab every shopkeeper in France and Navarre. — Oh, an idea ! I was about to start ; I remain ; T shall take commissions from the Parisian perfumers." 148 Cisar Birotteau. "Why?" "To strangle your rivals, simpleton! If I take their orders I can make their perfidious cosmetics drink oil, simply by talking and working for yours oyAj. a first-rate traveller's trick ! Ha ! ha ! we are the diplomatists of commerce. Famous ! As for your prospectus, I'll take charge of that. I 've got a friend — early childhood — Andoche Finot, son of the hat- maker in the Eue du Coq, the old bufier who launched me into travelling on hats. Andoche, who has a great deal of wit, — he got it out of all the heads tiled by his father, — he is in literature ; he does the minor theatres in the " Courrier des Spectacles." His father, an old dog chock-full of reasons for not liking wit, won't be- lieve in it ; impossible to make him see that mind can be sold, sells itself in fact : he won't believe in anything but the three-sixes. Old Finot manages young Finot by famine. Andoche, a capable man, no fool, — I don't consort with fools, except commercially, — An- doche makes epigrams for the " Fidele Berger," which pays ; while the other papers, for which he works like a galley-slave, keep him down on his marrow-bones in the dust. Are not they jealous, those fellows? Just the same in the article- Paris ! Finot wrote a superb comedy in one act for Mademoiselle Mars, most glorious of the glorious ! — ah, there 's a woman I love ! — Well, in order to get it pla3-ed he had to take it to the Gait^. Andoche understands prospec- tuses, he worms himself into the mercantile mind ; and he 's not proud, he '11 concoct it for us gratis. Damn it ! with a bowl of bunch and a few cakes we '11 get it out of him ; for, Popinot, no nonsense ! I am to travel Cisar Birotteau. 149 on 3'our commission without pay : your competitors shall pay; I'll diddle it out of them. Let us under- stand each other clearl}'. As for me, this triumph is an affair of honor. My reward is to be best man at your wedding ! I shall go to Italy, Germany, England ! I shall carry with me placards in all languages, paste them everywhere, in villages, on doors of churches, all the best spots I can find in provincial towns ! The oil shall sparkle, scintillate, glisten on every head. Ha ! your marriage shall not be a sham ; we '11 make it a pageant, colors flying ! You shall have j-our C^sarine, or my name shall not be Illustrious, — that is what Pere Finot calls me for having got off his gray hats. In selling your oil I keep to my own sphere, the human head ; hats and oil are well-known preservatives of the public hair." Popinot returned to his aunt's house, where he was to sleep, in such a fever, caused by his visions of success, that the streets seemed to him to be run- ning oil. He slept little, dreamed that his hair was madly growing, and saw two angels who unfolded, as they do in melodramas, a scroll on which was written " Oil Cesarienne." He woke, recollected the dream, and vowed to give the oil of nuts that sacred name, accepting the sleeping fancy as a celestial mandate. C^sar and Popinot were at their work-shop in the Faubourg du Temple the next morning long before the arrival of the nuts. While waiting for Madame Ma- dou's porters, Popinot triumphantly recounted his treaty of alliance with Gaudissart. 150 CSsar Birotteau. " Have we indeed the illustrious Gaudissart? Then are we millionaires ! " cried the perfumer, extending his hand to his cashier with an air which Louis XIV. must have worn when he received the Mar^chal de VUlars on his return from Denain. "We have something besides," said the happy clerk, producing from his pocket a bottle of a squat shape, like a pumpkin, and ribbed on the sides. " I have found ten thousand bottles like that, all made ready to hand, at four sous, and six months' credit." " Anselme," said Birotteau, contemplating the won- drous shape of the flask, "yesterday [here his tone of voice became solemn] in the Tuileries, — yes, no later than yesterday, — you said to me, ' I will succeed.' To-day I — I say to you, ' You will succeed.' Four sous ! six months ! an unparalleled shape ! Macassar trembles to its foundations ! Was I not right to seize upon the only nuts in Paris ? Where did you find these bottles?" " I was waiting to speak to Gaudissart, and saun- tering — " "Just like me, when I found the Arab book," cried Birotteau. " Coming down the Rue Aubr^'-le-Boucher, I saw in a wholesale glass place, where they make blown glass and cases, — an immense place, — I caught sight of this flask; it blinded my eyes like a sudden light; a voice cried to me, ' Here 's your chance ! ' " "Born merchant! he sEall have my daughter," muttered Cesar. "I went in ; I saw thousands of these bottles packed in cases." Cisar Birotteau. 151 "You asked about them?" " Do j-ou think me such a ninny ? " cried Anselme, in a grieved tone. " Born merchant ! " repeated Birotteau. "I asked for glass cases for the little wax Jesus; and while I was bargaining about them I found fault with the shape of the bottles. From one thing to an- other, I trapped the man into admitting that Faille and Bouchot, who latel}' failed, were starting a new cos- metic and wanted a peculiar style of bottle ; he was doubtful about them and asked for half the money down. Faille and Bouchot, expecting to succeed, paid the money ; they failed while the bottles were making. The assignees, when called upon to paj' the bill, arranged to leave him the bottles and the money in hand, as an indemnit}' for the manufacture of articles thought to be ridiculous in shape, and quite unsalable. They cost originallj' eight sous ; he was glad to get . rid of them for four ; for, as he said, God knows how long he might have on his hands a shape for which there was no sale ! 'Are j-ou willing,' I said to him, 'to furnish ten thou- sand at four sous ? If so, I maj' perhaps relieve you of them. I am a clerk at Monsieur Birotteau's.' I caught him, I led him, I mastered him, I worked him up, and he is all ours." " Four sous ! " said Birotteau. " Do j-ou know that we could use oil at three francs, and make a profit of thirty sous, and give twenty sous discount to re- tailers?" " Oil C^sarienne ! " cried Popinot. "Oil Cesarienne? — Ah, lover! would you flatter both father and daughter? Well, well, so be it; Oil 152 CSsar Birotteau. C^saricnne ! The C^sars owned the whole world. They must have had fine hair." " C6sar was bald," said Popinot. " Because he never used our oil. Three francs for the Oil Cesarienne, while Macassar Oil costs double ! Gau- dissart to the fore ! We shall make a hundred thousand francs this year, for we '11 pour on every head that re- spects itself a dozen bottles a year, — eighteen francs ; say eighteen thousand heads, — one hundred and eighty thousand francs. "We are miUionnaires ! " The nuts delivered, Raguet, the workmen, Popinot, and Cesar shelled a sufficient quantit3'', and before four o'clock they had several pounds of oil. Popinot carried the product to show to Vauquelin, who made him a pres- ent of a recipe for mixing the essence of nuts with other and less costly oleaginous substances, and scenting it. Popinot went to work at once to take out a patent for the invention and all improvements thereon. The de- voted Gaudissart lent him the money to paj' the fees, for Popinot was ambitious to paj' his share in the undertaking. Prosperity brings with it an intoxication which infe- rior men are unable to resist. Cesar's exaltation of spirit had a result not difficult to foresee. Grindot came, and presented a colored sketch of a charming interior view of the proposed appartement. Birotteau, seduced, agreed to everj'thing ; and soon the house, and the heart of Constance, began to quiver under the blows of pick and hammer. The house-painter. Mon- sieur Lourdois, a very rich contractor, who had prom- ised that nothing should be wanting, talked of gilding the salon. On hearing that word Constance interposed. Cisar Birottedu. 153 "Monsieur Lourdois," she said, "you have an in- come of thirty thousand francs, you occupy your own house, and you can do what you like to it; but the rest of us — " " Madame, commerce ought to shine and not permit itself to be kept in the shade by the aristocracy. Be- sides, Monsieur Birotteau is in the government ; he is before the eyes of the world — " " Yes, but he still keeps a shop," said Constance, in the hearing of the clerks and the five persons who were listening to her. " Neither he, nor I, nor his friends, nor his enemies wiU forget that." Birotteau rose upon the points of his toes and fell back upon his heels several times, his hands crossed behind him. " My wife is right," he said ; " we should be modest in prosperity. Moreover, as long as a man is in busi- ness he should be careful of his expenses, limited in his luxury ; the law itself imposes the obligation, — he must not allow himself " excessive expenditures." If the enlargement of my home and its decoration were to go beyond due limits, it would be wrong in me to permit it ; you j'ourself would blame me, Lourdois. The neighborhood has its eye upon me ; successful men incur jealousy, envy. Ah ! j-ou will soon know that, young man," he said to Grindot ; " if we are calumni- ated, at least let us give no handle to the calumny." "Neither calumny nor evil-speaking can touch you," said Lourdois; "j'our position is unassailable. But your business habits are so strong that you must argue over every enterprise ; you are a deep one — " " True, I have some experience in business. You 154 CSsar Birotteau. know, of course, why I make this enlargement? If I insist on punctuality in the completion of the work, itis — " " No." "Well, my wife and I are about to assemble our friends, as much to celebrate the emancipation of our territory as to commemorate my promotion to the order of the Legion of honor — " "What do you say?" said Lourdois, "have they given you the cross?" " Yes ; I may possibly have shown myself worthy of that signal royal favor by my services on the Bench of commerce, and by fighting for the Bourbons upon the steps of Saint-Roch, on the 13th Vend^miaire, where I was wounded by Napoleon. Come to the ball, and bring your wife and daughter." " Charmed with the honor j'ou deign to pay me," said Lourdois (a liberal). "But j'ouare a deep one,^Papa Birotteau ; you want to make sure that I shall not break my word, — that 's the reason you invite me. Well, I '11 employ my best workmen ; we '11 build the fires of hell and dry the paint. I must find some desiccating pro- cess ; it would never do to dance in a fog from the wet plaster. We will varnish to hide the smell." Three days later the commercial circles of the quarter were in a flutter at the announcement of Birotteau's ball. Everybody could see for themselves the props and scaffoldings necessitated by the change of the staircase, the square wooden funnels down which the rubbish was thrown into the carts stationed in the street. The sight of men working by torchlight — for there were day workmen and night workmen — arrested CSsar Birotteau. 155 all the idlers and busybodies in the street ; gossip, based on these preparations, proclaimed a sumptuous forth- coming event. On Sunday, the day Cesar had appointed to conclude the affair of the lands about the Madeleine, Monsieur and Madame Ragon, and uncle Pillerault arrived about four o'clock, just after vespers. In view of the demolition that was going on, so C^sar said, he could only invite Charles Claparon, Crottat, and Eoguin. The notary brought with him the "Journal des Debats " in which Monsieur de la Billardiere had inserted the following article : — " We 2eam that the deliverance of our territory will be feted with enthusiasm throughout France. In Paris the members of the municipal body feel that the time has come to restore the capital to that accustomed splendor which under a becoming sense of propriety was laid aside during the foreign occupation. The mayors and deputy-mayors each propose to give a ball; this national movement will no doubt be followed, and the winter promises to be a bril- liant one. Among the fetes now preparing, the one most talked of is the ball of Monsieur Birotteau, lately named chevalier of the Legion of honor and well-known for his devotion to the royal cause. Monsieur Birotteau, wounded in the affair of Saint-Koch, on the 13th Vendemiaire, was one of the most respected judges in the department of com- merce, and therefore has doubly merited this honor." "How well they write nowadays," cried C^sar. " They are talking about us in the papers," he said to Pillerault. " Well, what of it?" answered his uncle, who had a special antipathy to the ' ' Journal des Debats." 156 CSsar Birotteau. " That article may help to sell the Paste of Sultans and the Carminative Balm," whispered Madame Cesar to Madame Eagon, not sharing the intoxication of her husband. Madame Eagon, a tall woman, dry and wrinkled, with a pinched nose and thin lips, bore a spurious resemblance to a marquise of the old court. The circles round her eyes had spread to a wide circum- ference, like those of elderlj' women who have known sorrow. The severe and dignified, although affable, expression of her countenance inspired respect. She had, withal, a certain oddity about her, which excited notice, but never ridicule ; and this was exhibited in her dress and habits. She wore mittens, and carried in all weathers a cane sunshade, like that used by Queen Marie- Antoinette at Trianon ; her* gown (the favorite color was pale-brown, the shade of dead leaves) fell from her hips in those inimitable folds the secret of which the dowagers of the olden time have carried away with them. She retained the black mantilla trimmed with black lace woven in large square meshes ; her caps, old-ftishioned in shape, had the quaint charm which we see in silhouettes relieved against a white background. She took snuff with exquisite nicety and with the gestures which young people of the present day who have had the happiness of seeing their grandmothers and great-aunts replacing their gold snuff-boxes solemnly on the tables beside them, and shaking off the grains which strayed upor their kerchiefs, will doubtless remember. The Sieur Eagon was a little man, not over five feet high, with a face like a nut-cracker, in which coulc CSsar Birotteau. 157 be seen only two ej-es, two sharp cheek-bones, a nose and a chin. Having no teeth he swallowed half his words, though his stj-le of conversation was effluent, gallant, pretentious, and smiling, with the smile he for- merly wore when he received beautiful great ladies at the door of his shop. Powder, well raked off, defined upon his cranium a nebulous half-cii'cle, flanked by two pigeon-wings, divided by a little queue tied with a ribbon. He wore a bottle-blue coat, a white waist- coat, small-clothes and silk stockings, shoes with gold buckles, and black silk gloves. The most marked feat- ure of his behavior was his habit of going through the street holding his hat in his hand. He looked like a messenger of the Chamber of Peers, or an usher of the king's bedchamber, or any of those persons placed near to some form of power from which they get a reflected light, though of little account themselves. "Well, Birotteau," he said, with a magisterial air, "do you repent, my \>oj, for having listened to us in the old times ? Did we ever doubt the gratitude of our beloved sovereigns ? " "You have been very happy, dear child," said Madame Ragon to Madame Birotteau. "Yes, indeed," answered Constance, always under the spell of the cane parasol, the butterfly cap, the tight sleeves, and the great kerchief a la Julie which Madame Eagon wore. " Cesarine is charming. Come here, my love," said Madame Ragon, in her shrill voice and patronizing manner. "Shall we do the business before dinner?" asked uncle Pillerault. 158 CSsar Birotteau. "We are waiting for Monsieur Olaparon," said Eoguin, "I left him dressing himself." "Monsieur Eoguin," said Cesar, "I hope you told him that we should dine in a wretched little room on the entresol — " " He thought it superb sixteen j'ears ago," murmured Constance. " — among workmen and rubbish." "Bah! you will find him a good fellow, with no pretension," said Roguin. ' ' I have put Raguet on guard in the shop. We can't go through our own door ; everj'thing is pulled down." " Why did you not bring your nephew?" said Pille- rault to Madame Ragon. " Shall we not see him?" asked C^sarine. " No, my love," said Madame Ragon ; " Anselme, dear boj^ is working himself to death. That bad- smelling Rue des Cinq-Diamants, without sun and with- out air, frightens me. The gutter is always blue or green or black. I am afraid he will die of it. But when a young man has something in his head — " and she looked at C^sarine with a gesture which explained that the word head meant heart. " Has he got his lease?" asked Cdsar. " Yesterday, before a notary," replied Ragon. " He took the place for eighteen years, but thej' exacted six months' rent in advance." " Well, Monsieur Ragon, are you satisfied with me?" said the perfumer. " I have given him the secret of a great discovery — " " We know you by heart, Cdsar," said little Ragon, CSsar Birotteau. 159 taking Cesar's hands and pressing them with religions friendship. Roguin was not without anxiety as to Claparon's entrance on the scene ; for his tone and manners were quite hkelj- to alarm these virtuous and worthy people ; he therefore thought it advisable to prepare their minds. "You are going to see," he said to PiUerault and the two ladies, " a thorough original, who hides his methods under a fearfully bad style of manners ; from a very inferior position he has raised himself up bj- in- telligence. He will acquire better manners through his intercourse with banlcers. You may see him on the boulevard, or in a cafe tippling, disorderly, betting at billiards, and think him a mere idler ; but he is not ; he is thinking and studying all the time to keep iudustrj^ alive by new projects." " I understand that," said Birotteau; "I got my great ideas when sauntering on the boulevard ; did n't I, Mimi?" "Claparon," resumed Roguin, "makes up by night- work the time lost in looking about him in the day- time, and watching the current, of affairs. All men of great talent lead curious lives, inexplicable lives ; well, in spite of his desultory waj's he attains his object, as I can testify'. In this instance he has managed to make the owners of these lands give way : they were unwil- ling, doubtful, timid ; he fooled them all, tired them out, went to see them every day, — and here we are, virtually masters of the .property." At this moment a curious hroum ! hroum ! peculiar to tipplers of brandy and other liquors, announced the 160 Cimr Sirotteau. arrival of the most fantastic personage of our story, and tlie arbiter in flesh and blood of the future destinies of C(5sar Birotteau. The perfumer rushed headlong to the little dark staircase, as much to tell Raguet to close the shop as to pour out his excuses to Claparon for receiving him in the dining-room. "What of that? It's the very place to juggle a — I mean to settle a piece of business." In spite of Eoguin's clever precautions, Monsieur and Madame Eagon, people of old-fashioned middle-class breeding, the observer Pillerault, Cesarine, and her mother were disagreeably impressed at first sight by this sham banker of high finance. About twenty-eight j-ears of age at the time of which we write, the late commercial traveller possessed not a hair on his head, and wore a wig curled in ringlets. This head-gear needed, bj' rights, a virgin freshness, a lacteal purity of complexion, and all the softer cor- responding graces : as it was, however, it threw into ignoble relief a pimpled face, brownish-red in color, in- flamed like that of the conductor of a diligence, and seamed with premature wrinkles, which betrayed in the puckers of their deep-cut lines a licentious life, whose misdeeds were still further evidenced hj the badness of the man's teeth, and the black speckles which ap- peared here and there on his corrugated skin. Claparon had the air of a provincial comedian who knows all the r61es, and plays the clown with a wink; his cheeks, where the rouge never stuck, were jaded by excesses, his lips clammy, though his tongue was forever wag- ging, especially when drunk ; his glances were immod- est, and his gestures compromising. Such a face, flushed CSsar Birotteau. 161 with the jovial fumes of punch, was enough to turn grave business matters into a farce ; so that the em- brj'o banker had been forced to put himself through a long course of mimicry before he managed to acquire even the semblance of a manner that accorded with his fictitious importance. Du Tillet assisted in dressing him for this occasion, like the manager of a theatre who is uneasy about the debut of his principal actor ; he feared lest the vulgar habits of this devil-may-care life should crop up to the surface of the newlj'-fledged banker. "Talk as little as you can," he said to him. " No banker ever gabbles ; he acts, thinks, reflects, listens, weighs. To seem like a banker j-ou must say nothing, or, at any rate, mere nothings. Check that ribald ej'e of yours, and look serious, even if you have to look stupid. If j-ou talk politics, go for the government, but keep to generalities. For instance : ' The budget is heavy ; ' ' No compro- mise is possible between the parties ; ' ' The Liberals are dangerous ; ' ' The Bourbons must avoid a conflict ; ' 'Liberalism is the cloak of a coalition;' 'The Bour- bons are inaugurating an era of prosperity : let us sus- tain them, even if we do not like them ;' 'France has had enough of poKtics,' etc. Don't gorge yourself at every table where you dine ; recollect j'ou are to main- tain the dignity of a millionaire. Don't shovel in- your snufl" like an old Invalide ; toy with j-our snuff-box, glance often at your feet, and sometimes at the ceiling, before j'ou answer ; trj' to look sagacious, if j-ou can. Above all, get rid of 3'our vile habit of touching every- thing ; in society a banker ought to seem tired of seeing and touching things. Hang it ! you are supposed to be 11 162 Cisar Birotteau. passing wakeful nights ; finance makes you brusque, so many elements must be brought together to launch an enterprise, — so much study ! Remember to take gloomy views, of business ; it is heavy, dull, risky, un- settled. Now, don't go beyond that, and mind you specif}^ nothing. Don't sing those songs of Beranger at table ; and don't get fuddled. If j'ou are drunk, your future is lost. Koguin will keep an eye on j-ou. You are going now among moral people, virtuous peo- ple ; and you are not to scare them with any of your pot-house principles." This lecture produced upon the mind of Charles Claparon very much the effect that his new clothes produced upon his body. The jovial scapegrace, easy- going with all the world, and long used to a comfort- able shabbiness, in which his body was no more shackled than his mind was shackled by language, was now en- cased in the new clothes his tailor had just sent home, rigid as a picket-stake, anxious about his motions as well as about his speech ; drawing back his hand when it was imprudently' thrust out to grasp a bottle, just as he stopped his tongue in the middle of a sentence. All this presented a laughable discrepancj' to the keen ob- servation of Pillerault. Claparon's red face, and his wig with its profligate ringlets, gave the lie to his apparel and pretended bearing, just as his thoughts clashed and jangled with his speech. But these worthy people ended by crediting such discordances to the preoccupation of his busy mind. " He is so full of business," said Roguin. " Business has given him little education," whispered Madame Ragon to Cesarine. CSsar Birotteau. 163 Monsieur Roguin overheard her, and put a finger on his lips : — " He is rich, clever, and extremely honorable," he said, stooping to Madame Eagon's ear. " Something may be forgiven in consideration of such qualities," said Pillerault to Ragon. " Let us read the deeds before dinner," said Roguin ; " we are all alone." Madame Ragon, C^sarine, and Constance left the contracting parties to listen to the deeds read over to them by Alexandre Crottat. C«5sar signed, in favor of one of Roguin's clients, a mortgage bond for forty thousand francs, on his grounds and manufactories in the Faubourg du Temple ; he turned over to Ro- guin Pillerault's cheque on the Bank of France, and gave, without receipt, bills for twenty thousand francs from his current funds, and notes for one hundred and fortj' thousand francs payable to the order of Claparon. " I have no receipt to give you," said Claparon ; "you deal, for your half of the propertj', with Mon- sieur Roguin, as I do for ours. The sellers will get their pay from him in cash ; all that I engage to do is to see that j'ou get the equivalent of the hundred and forty thousand francs paid to my order." " That is equitable," said Pillerault. " Well, gentlemen, let us call in the ladies ; it is cold without them," said Claparon, glancing at Roguin, as if to ask whether that jest were too broad. "Ladies! Ah! mademoiselle is doubtless yours," said Claparon, holding himself very straight and look- ing at Birotteau ; " hey ! you are not a bungler. None 164 CSsar Birotteau. \ of the (roses you distil can be compared with her; and perTiaps it is because you have distilled roses that—" "Faith!" said Eoguin interrupting him, "I am very hungry." " Let us go to dinner," said Birotteau. " "VVe shall dine before a notary," said Claparon, catching himself up. "You do a great deal of business? " said Pillerault, seating himself intentionally next to Claparon. "Quantities; by the gross," answered the banker. " But it is all heavy, dull ; there are risks, canals. Oh, canals ! you have no idea how canals occupy us ; it is easy to explain. Government needs canals. Canals are a want especiallj^ felt in the departments ; they con- cern commerce, you know. ' Rivers,' said Pascal, ' are walking markets.' "We must have marltets. Markets depend on embankments, tremendous earth-works; earth-works employ the laboring-classes ; hence loans, which find their way back, in the end, to the pockets of the poor. Voltaire said, ' Canaux, canards, ca- naille ! ' But the government has its own engineers ; you can't get a finger in the matter unless you get on the right side of them ; for the Chamber, — oh, mon- sieur, the Chamber does us all the harm in the world ! It won't take in the political question hidden under the financial question. There 's bad faith on one side or the other. Would you believe it? there's Keller in the Chamber: now Frangois Keller is an orator, he attacks the government about the budget, about canals. Well, when he gets home to the bank, and we go to him with proposals, canals, and so forth, the sly dog is all CSsar Birotteau. 165 the other wa}^ : evei-ything is right ; we must arrange it with the government which he has just been impu- dentlj' attacking. The interests of the orator and the interests of the banker clash ; we are between two fires ! Now, j'ou understand how it is that business is risky; we have got to please everybody, — clerks, chambers, antechambers, ministers — " "Ministers?" said Pillerault, determined to get to the bottom of this co-associate. "Yes, monsieur, ministers." " Well, then the newspapers are right?" said Pille- rault. "There's my uncle talking politics," said Birotteau. "Monsieur Claparon has won his heart." "Devilish rogues, the newspapers," said CJaparon. "Monsieur, the newspapers do all the mischief. They are useful sometimes, but they keep me awake manj'' a night. I wish thej' did n't. I have put my ej'es out reading and ciphering." "To go back to the ministers," said Pillerault, hojjing for revelations. "Ministers are a mere necessity of government. Ah! what am I eating? ambrosia?" said Claparon, breaking off. " This is a sauce you '11 never find except at a tradesman's table, for the pot-houses — " Here the flowers in Madame Ragon's cap skipped like joung rams. Claparon perceived the word was low, and tried to catch himself up. " In bank circles," he said, " we call the best cafds, — V^r}', and the Freres Provengaux, — pot-houses in jest. Well, neither those infamous pot-houses nor our most scientific cooks can make us a sauce like this ; 166 CSsar Birotteau. mellifluous ! Some give you clear water soured with lemon, and the rest drugs, chemicals." Pillerault tried throughout the dinner to fathom this extraordinary being ; finding only a void, he began to think him dangerous. " AU's well," whispered Roguin to Claparon. ' ' I shall get out of these clothes to-night, at any rate," answered Claparon, who was choking. " Monsieur," said Cesar, addressing him, "we are compelled to dine in this little room because we are pre- paring, eighteen days hence, to assemble our friends, as much to celebrate the emancipation of our territory — " " Right, monsieur ; I myself am for the government. I belong, in opinion, to the statu quo of the great man who guides the destinies of the house of Austria, jolly dog ! Hold fast that you may acquire ; aud, above all, acquire that j'ou may hold. Those are my opinions, which I have the honor to share with Prince Metter- nich." " — as to commemorate my promotion to the order of the Legion of honor," continued Cesar. " Yes, I know. Who told me of that, ^the Kellers, or Nucingen ? " Roguin, surprised at such tact, made an admiring gesture. " No, no ; it was in the Chamber." " In the Chamber? was it Monsieur de la Billardi^re?" said Birotteau. " Precisely." " He is charming," whispered Cesar to his uncle. " He pours out phrases, phrases, phrases," said Pillerault, "enough to drown j'ou." CSsar Birotteau. 167 "Possibly I showed myself worthy of this signal, royal favor, — " resumed Birotteau. " By your labors in perfumery ; the Bourbons know how to reward all merit. Ah ! let us support those generous legitimate princes, to whom we are about to owe unheard-of prosperity. Believe me, the Restora- tion feels that it must run a tilt against the Empire ; the Bourbons have conquests to make, the conquests of peace. You will see their conquests ! " " Monsieur will perhaps do us the honor to be present at our ball ? " said Madame C^sar. "To pass an evening with j'ou, Madame, I would sacrifice the making of millions." " He certainly does chatter," said Cdsar to his uncle. While the declining glory of perfumery was about to send forth its setting raj's, a star was rising with feeble light upon the commercial horizon. Anselme Popinot was laj'ing the corner-stone of his fortune in the Eue des Cinq-Diamants. This narrow little street, where loaded wagons can scarcely pass each other, runs from the Eue des Lombards at one end, to the Eue Aubrj'- le-Boucher at the other, entering the latter opposite to the Eue Qnincampoix, that famous thoroughfare of old Paris where French history has so often been enacted. In spite of this disadvantage, the congregation of drug- gists in that neighborhood made Popiuot's choice of the little street a good one. The house, which stands second from the Eue des Lombards, was so dark that except at certain seasons it was necessary to use lights in open day. The embrj'o merchant had taken possession, the preceding evening, of the dingy and disgusting premises. 168 Cisar Birotteau. His predecessor, who sold molasses and coarse sugars, had left the stains of his dirty business upon tlie walls, in the court, in the store-rooms. . Imagine a large and spacious shop, with great iron-bound doors, painted a dragon-green, strengthened with long iron bars held on b}' nails whose heads looked like mushrooms, and covered with an iron trellis-work, which swelled out at the bottom after the fashion of the bakers'-shops in former days ; the floor paved with large white stones, most of them broken, the walls j-ellow, and as bare as those of a guard-room. Next to the shop came the back-shop, and two other rooms lighted from the street, in which Popinot proposed to put his ofBce, his books, and his own workroom. Above these rooms were three narrow little chambers pushed up against the partj'- wall, with an outlook into the court ; here he intended to dwell. The three rooms were dilapidated, and had no view but that of the court, which was dark, irregular, and surrounded by^ high walls, to which perpetual damp- ness, even in dry weather, gave the look of being daubed ■with fresh plaster. Between the stones of this court was a filthy and stinking black substance, left by the sugars and the molasses that once occupied it. Only one of the bedrooms had a chimney, all the walls were with- out paper, and the floors were tiled with brick. Since early morning Gaudissart and Popinot, helped by a journeyman whose services the commercial travel- ler had invoked, were busilj' employed in stretching a fifteen-sous papei? on the walls of these horrible rooms, the workman pasting the lengths. A collegian's mat- tress on a bedstead of red wood, a shabby night-stand, an old-fashioned bureau, one table, two armchairs, and CSsar Birotteau. 169 six common chairs, the gift of Popinot's uncle the judge, made up the furniture. Gaudissart had decked the chimnej-piece witli a frame in which was a mirror much defaced, and bought at a bargain. Towards eight o'clock in the evening the two friends, seated before the fireplace where a fagot of wood was blazing, were about to attack the remains of their breakfast. "Down with the cold mutton!" cried Gaudissart, suddenly, " it is not worth}- of such a honsewarming." "But," said Popinot, showing his solitary coin of twenty francs, which he was keeping to pay for the prospectus, "I — " "I — " cried Gaudissart, sticking a fortj'-franc piece in his own eye. A knock resounded through the court, naturally emptj' and echoing of a Sunday, when the workpeople were away from it and the laboratories empty. " Here comes the faithful slave of the Rue de la Poterie ! " cried the illustrious Gaudissart. Sure enough, a waiter entered, followed by two scul- lions bearing in three baskets a dinner, and six bottles of wine selected with discernment. " How shall we ever eat it all up? " said Popinot. " The man of letters ! " cried Gaudissart, " don't for get him. Finot loves the pomps and the vanities ; he is coming, the innocent boy, armed with a dishevelled prospectus — the word is pat, hein? Prospectuses are always thirsty. We must water the seed if we want flowers. Depart, slaves ! " ho added, with a gorgeous air, "there is gold for j'ou." He gave them ten sous with a gesture worthy of Napoleon, his idol. 170 CSsar Birotteau. "Thank you, Monsieur Gaudissart," said tlae scul- lions, better pleased with the jest than with the money. "As for you, my son," he said to the waiter, who stayed to serve the dinner, "below is a porter's wife; she lives in a lair where she sometimes cooks, as in other days Nausicaa washed, for pure amusement. Find her, implore her goodness ; interest her, young man, in the warmth of these dishes. Tell her she shall be blessed, and above all, respected, most respected, by Felix Gaudissart, son of Jean-Frangois Gaudissart, grandson of all the Gaudissarts, vile proletaries of ancient birth, his forefathers. March ! and mind that everything is hot, or I '11 deal retributive justice by a rap on your knuckles." Another knock sounded. "Here comes the pungent Andoche!" shouted Gaudissart. A stout, chubby-faced fellow of medium height, from head to foot the evident son of a hat-maker, with round features whose shrewdness was hidden under a restrained and subdued manner, suddenly appeared. His face, which was melancholy, like that of a man weary of poverty, lighted up hilariously when he caught sight of the table, and the bottles swathed in significant napkins. At Gaudissart's shout, his pale-blue eyes sparkled, his big head, hollowed like that of a Kalmuc Tartar, bobbed from right to left, and he bowed to Popi- not with a queer manner, which meant neither servility nor respect, but was rather that of a man who feels he is not in his right place and will make no concessions. He was just beginning to find out that he possessed no literary talent whatever ; he meant to stay in the pro- CSsar Birotteau. 171 fession, however, by living upon the brains of others, and getting astride the shoulders of those more able than himself, making his profit there instead of strug- gling any longer at his own ill-paid work. At the pres- ent moment he had drunk to the dregs the humiliation of applications and appeals which constantlj- failed, and he was now, like people in the higher walks of finance, about to change his tone and become insolent, advisedly. But he needed a small sum in hand on which to start, and Gaudissart gave him a share in the present affair of ushering into the world the oil of Popinot. " You are to negotiate on his account with the news- papers. But don't play double ; if you do I '11 fight you to the death. Give him his money's worth." Popinot gazed at "the author" with much uneasiness. People who are purely commercial look upon an author with mingled sentiments of fear, compassion, and curi- osity. Though Popinot had been well brought up, the habits of his relations, their ideas, and the obfuscating effect of a shop and a counting-room, had lowered his intelligence by bending it to the use and wont of his calling, — a phenomenon which may often be seen if we observe the transformations which take place in a hun- dred comrades, when ten j'ears supervene between the time when thej' leave college or a public school, to all intents and purposes alike, and the period when they meet again after contact with the world. Andoche accepted Popinot's perturbation as a compliment. " Now then, before dinner, let 's get to the bottom of the prospectus ; then we can drink without an after- thought," said Gaudissart. " After dinner one reads askew; the tongue digests." 172 CSsar Birotteau. "Monsieur," said Popinot, "a prospectus is often a fortune." "And for plebeians like myself," said Andoche, " fortune is nothing more than a prospectus." " Ha, very good ! " cried Gaudissart, " that rogue of a Finot has the wit of the forty Academicians." " Of a hundred Academicians," said Popinot, bewil- dered by these ideas. The impatient Gaudissart seized the manuscript and began to read in a loud voice, with much emphasis, "Cephalic Oil." " I should prefer Oil Cesarienne," said Popinot. " My friend," said Gaudissart, " you don't know the provincials : there 's a surgical operation called by that name, and they are such stupids that they '11 think j'our oil is meant to facilitate childbirth. To drag them back from that to hair is beyond even my powers of persuasion." ' ' Without wishing to defend my term," said the author, " I must ask you to observe that ' Cephalic Oil' means oil for the head, and sums up your ideas in one word." " Well, let us see," said Popinot impatiently. Here follows the prospectus ; the same which the trade receives, by the thousand, to the present day (another piece justificative) : — GOLD MEDAL. EXPOSITION OB 1819. CEPHALIC on... Patents for Invention and Improvements. "No cosmetic can make the hair grow, and no chemical preparation can dye it without peril to the seat of intelli- gence. Science has recently made known the fact that hair C^sar Birotteau. 173 is a dead substance, and that no agent can prevent it fi-om falling oft' or whitening. To prevent Baldness and Dan- druff, it is necessary to protect the bulb from which the hair issues from all deteriorating atmospheric influences, and to maintain the temperature of the head at its right medium. Cephalic Oil, based upon principles laid down by the Academy of Sciences, produces this important result, sought by the ancients, — the Greeks, the Romans, and all Northern nations, — to whom the preservation of the hair was peculiarly precious. Certain scientific researches have demonstrated that nobles, formerly distinguished for the length of their hair, used no other remedy than this ; their method of pre- paration, which had been lost in the lapse of ages, has been intelligently re-discovered by A. Popinot, the inventor of Cephalic Oil. " To preserve, rather than provoke a useless and injurious stimulation of the integument which contains the bulbs, is the mission of Cephalic Oil. In short, this oil, which counteracts the exfoliation of pellicular atoms, which ex- hales a soothing perfume, and arrests, by means of the sub- stances of which it is composed (among them more especially the oil of nuts) , the action of the outer air upon the scalp, also prevents influenzas, colds in the head, and other painful cephalic affections, by maintaining the normal temperature of the cranium. Consequently, the bulbs, which contain the generating fluids, are neither chilled by cold nor parched by heat. The hair of the head, that magnificent product, priceless alike to man and woman, will be preserved even to advanced age, in all the brilliancy and lustre which bestow their charm upon tlie heads of infancy, by those who make use of CEPHALIC OIL. " Directions for use are furnished with each bottle, and serve as a wrapper. "Method or using Cephalic Oil. — It is quite use- less to oil the hair; this is not only a vulgar and foolish prejudice, but an untidy habit, for the reason that aU 174 CSsar Birotteau. cosmetics leave their trace. It suffices to wet a little sponge in the oil, and after parting the hair with the comb, to apply it at the roots in such a manner that the whole skin of the head may be enabled to imbibe it, after the scalp has received a preliminary cleansing with brush and comb. " The oil is sold in bottles bearing the signature of the inventor, to prevent counterfeits. Price, Three Francs. A. POPINOT, Rue des Cinq-Diamants, quartier des Lom- bards, Paris. " It is requested that all letters be prepaid. "N. B. The house of A. Popinot supplies all oils and essences appertaining to druggists : lavender, oil of almonds, sweet and bitter, orange oil, cocoa-nut oil, castor oil, and others." " My dear friend," said the illustrious Gaudissart to Fiiiot, "it is admirably written. Thunder and lightning ! we are in the upper regions of science. We shirk nothing ; we go straight to the point. That's useful literature ; I congratulate you." "A noble prospectus!" cried Popinot, enthusiasti- cally. " A prospectus which slays Macassar at the first word," continued Gaudissart, rising with a magisterial air to deliver the following speech, which he divided by gestures and pauses in his best parliamentary manner. "No — hair — -can be made — to grow! Hair can- not be dyed without — danger ! Ha ! ha ! success is there. Modern science is in unison with the customs of the ancients. We can deal with young and old alike. We can say to the old man, 'Ha, monsieur! the ancients, the Greeks and Romans, knew a thing or two, and were not so stupid as some would have us believe ; ' and we can say to the young man, ' My Cisar Birotteau. 175 dear boy, here 's another discovery due to progress and the lights of science. We advance ; what may we not obtain from steam and telegraphy, and other things ! This oil is based on the scientific treatise of Monsieur Vauquelin ! ' Suppose we print an extract from Mon- sieur Vauqueliu's report to the Academy of Sciences, confirming our statement, hein? Famous! Come, Finot, sit down ; attack the viands ! Soak up the champagne ! let us drink to the success of my young friend, here present ! " "I felt," said the author modestly, "that the epoch of flimsj' and frivolous prospectuses had gone by ; we are entering upon an era of science ; w^e need an academical tone, — a tone of authority, which imposes upon the public." "We'll boil that oil; my feet itch, and my tongue too. I 've got commissions from all the rival hair people ; none of them give more than thirty per cent discount ; we must manage fort}^ on everj' hundred re- mitted, and I '11 answer for a hundred thousand bottles in six months. I '11 attack apothecaries, grocers, per- fumers ! Give 'em forty per cent, and they '11 bamboozle the public." The three young fellows devoured their dinner like lions, and drank like lords to the future success of Cephalic Oil. " The oil is getting into my head,'' said Finot. Gaudissart poured out a series of jokes and puns upon hats and heads, and hair and hair-oil, etc. In the midst of Homeric laughter a knock resounded, and was heard, in spite of an uproar of toasts and reciprocal congratulations. 176 CSsar Birotteau. " It is my uncle ! " cried Popinot. "He has actually come to see me." "An uncle!" said Finot, "and we haven't got a glass ! " " The uncle of my friend Popinot is a judge," said Gaudissart to Knot, " and he is not to be hoaxed ; he saved my life. Ha ! when one gets to the pass where I was, under the scaffold — Qou-ick, and good-by to j'our hair," — imitating the fatal knife with voice and gesture. "One recollects gratefully the virtuous mag- istrate who saved the gutter where the champagne flows down. Eecollect? — I'd recollect him dead-drunk! You don't know what it is, Finot, unless you have stood in need of Monsieur Popinot. Huzza I we ought to fire a salute — from six pounders, too!" The virtuous magistrate was now asking for his nephew at the door. Eecognizing his voice, Anselme went down, candlestick in hand, to light him up. "I wish you good evening, gentlemen," said the judge. The illustrious Gaudissart bowed profoundly. Finot examined the magistrate with a tipsy eye, and thought him a bit of a blockhead. "You have not much luxury here," said the judge, gravely, looking round the room. " Well, my son, if we wish to be something great, we must begin by being nothing.'' " What profound wisdom ! " said Gaudissart to Finot. " Text for an article," said the journalist. "Ah! you here, monsieur?" said the judge, recog- nizing the commercial traveller; "and what are you doing now?" CSsar Birotteau. 177 "Monsieur, I am contributing to the best of my small ability to the success of your dear nephew. We have just been studying a prospectus for his oil ; you see before j-ou the author of that prospectus, which seems to us the finest essay in the literature of wigs." The judge looked at Finot. "Monsieur," said Gau- dissart, "is Monsieur Andoche Finot, a young man distinguished in literature, who does high-class politics and the little theatres in the government newspapers, — I may saj' a statesman on the high-road to becoming an author." Finot pulled Gaudissart by the coat-tails. "Well, well, my sons," said the judge, to whom these words explained the aspect of the table, where there still remained the tokens of a very excusable feast. " Anselme," said the old gentleman to his nephew, " dress yourself, and come with me to Monsieur Birot- teau's, where I have a visit to pay. You shall sign the deed of partnership, which I have carefully exam- ined. As j'ou mean to have the manufactory for j^our oil on the grounds in the Faubourg du Temple, I think you had better take a formal lease of them. Mon- sieur Birotteau might have others in partnership with him, and it is better to settle everything legall}^ at once ; then there can be no discussion. These walls seem to me very damp, my dear boy ; take up the straw matting near jour bed." "Permit me, monsieur," said Gaudissart, with an ingratiating air, "to explain to j'ou that we have just pasted up the paper ourselves, and that's the — reason why — the walls — are not — drj'." " Economy? quite right," said the judge. 12 178 Gisar Birotteau. "Look here," said Gaudissart in Finot's ear, "my friend Popinot is a virtuous j'oung man; he is going with his uncle ; let's you and I go and finish the evening with our cousins." The journalist showed the empty lining of his pockets. Popinot saw the gesture, and slipped his twentj'-franc piece into the palm of the author of the prospectus. The judge had a coach at the end of the street, in which he carried off his nephew to the Birotteaus. C6sar Birotteau. 179 VII. PiLLERAULT, MoDsieur and Madame Ragon, and Mon- sieur Roguin were playing at boston, and Cesarine was embroidering a handlfercMef, when the judge and An- selme arrived. Roguin, placed opposite to Madame Ragon, near whom Cesarine was sitting, noticed the pleasure of the young girl when she saw Anselme enter, and he made Crottat a sign to observe that she turned as rosy as a pomegranate. " This is to be a day of deeds, then?" said the per- fumer, when the greetings were over and the judge told him the purpose of the visit. Cesar, Anselme, and the judge went up to the per- fumer's temporary bedroom on the second floor to discuss the lease and the deed of partnership drawn up by the magistrate. A lease of eighteen jears was agreed upon, so that it might run the same length of time as the lease of the shop in the Rue des Cinq- Diamants, — an insignificant circumstance apparently, but one which did Birotteau good service in after days. When C^sar and the judge returned to the entresol, the latter, surprised at the general upset of the household, and the presence of workmen on a Sundaj^ in the house of a man so religious as Birotteau, asked the meaning of it, — a question which C^sar had been eagerly expecting. 180 C6sar Birotteau. "Though you care very little for the world, mon- sieur," he said, " you will see no harm in celebrating the deliverance of our territory. That, however, is not all. We are about to assemble a few friends to commemorate my promotion to the order of the Legion of honor." " Ah ! " exclaimed the judge, who was not decorated. "Possibly I showed mj-self worthy of that signal and royal favor by my services on the Bench — oh! of commerce, — and by fighting for the Bourbons on the steps — " " True," said the judge. " — of Saint-Roch on the 13th Vend^miaire, where I was wounded by Napoleon. May I not hope that you and Madame Popinot will do us the honor of being present ? " "Willingly," said the judge. " If my wife is well enough I will bring her." "Xandrot," said Eoguin to his clerk, as they left the house, " give up all thoughts of marrying C^sariue ; six weeks hence you will thank me for that advice." "Why?" asked Crottat. "My dear fellow, Birotteau is going to spend a hundred thousand francs on his ball, and he is involv- ing his whole fortune, against m}' advice, in that specu- lation in lands. Six weeks hence he and Tiis family won't have bread to eat. Marrj' Mademoiselle Lour- dois, the daughter of the house-painter. Slie has three hundred thousand francs dot. I threw out that anchor to windward for 3'ou. If j'ou will paj' me a hundred thousand francs down for my practice, you may have it to-morrow." The splendors of the approaching ball were announced C4mr Birotteau. 181 by the newspapers to all Europe, and were also made known to the world of commerce hy rumors to which the preparations, carried on night and da}-, Iiad given rise. Some said that Cesar had hired three houses, and that he was gilding his salons ; others that the supper would furnish dishes invented for the occasion. On one hand it was reported that no merchants would be invited, the fete being given to the members of the government ; on the other hand, C(5sar was severel}- blamed for his ambition, and laughed at for his political pretensions: some people even went so far as to deny his v/ound. The ball gave rise to more than one intrigue in the second arrondissement. The frieuds of the family were easy in their minds, but the demands of mere acquaint- ances were enormous. Honors bring sycophants ; and there was a goodly number of people whose invitatfons cost them more than one application. The Birotteaus were fairly frightened at the number of friends whom they did not know thej- had. These eager attentions alarmed, Madame Birotteau, and day by day her face grew sadder as the great solemnity drew near. In the first place, as she owned to C^sar, she should never learn the right demeanor ; next, she was terriGed by the innumerable details of such a fete : where should she find the plate, the glass-ware, the refreshments, the china, the servants? Who would superintend it all? She entreated Birotteau to stand at tlie door of the ap- partement and let no one enter but invited guests ; she had heard strange stories of people who came to bour- geois balls, claiming friends whose names they did not know. When, a week before the fateful day, Braschon, Grindot, Lourdois, and Chaffaroux, the builder, assured 182 CSsar Birotteau. Cesar positively that the rooms would be ready for the famous Sunday of December the 17th, an amusing conference took place, in the evening after dinner, be- tween C^sar, his wife, and his daughter, for the purpose of making out the list of guests and addressing the in- vitations, — which a stationer had sent home that morn- ing, printed on pink paper, in flowing English writing, and in the formula of commonplace and puerile civility. " Now we mustn't forget any body," said Birotteau. " If we forget any one," said Constance, " they won't forget it. Madame Derville, who never called before, sailed down upon me in all her glory yesterday." " She is very pretty," said Cesarine. " I liked her." " And yet before her marriage she was even less than I was,'' said Constance. " She did plain sewing in the Rue Montmartre ; she made shirts for your father." " Well, now let us begin the list," said Birotteau, "with the upper-crust people. Cesarine, write down Monsieur le Due and Madame la Duchesse de Lenon- court — " "Good heavens, Cesar!" said Constance, "don't send a single invitation to people whom you only know as customers. Are you going to invite the Princesse de Blamont-Chauvry, who is more nearly related to your godmother, the late Marquise d'Uxelles, than the Due de Lenoncourt? You surely don't mean to invite the two Messieurs de Vandenesse, Monsieur de Marsay, Monsieur de Eonquerolles, Monsieur d'Aiglemont, in short, all your customers ? You are mad ; j'our honors have turned your head ! " "Well, but there 's Monsieur le Comte de Fontaine and his family, hein ? — the one that always went by CSsar Birotteau. 183 the name of Gkand- Jacques, — and the Yodng Scamp, who was the Marquis de Montauran, and Monsieur de la Billardiere, who was called the Nantais at 'The Queen of Roses ' before the 13th Vendemiaire. In those days it was all hand-shaking, and ' Birotteau, take courage ; let j-ourself be killed, like us, for the good cause.' Why, we are all comrades in conspiracy." " Very good, put them down," said Constance. " If Monsieur de la Billardiere comes he wiU want somebody to speak to." " Cesarine, write," said Birotteau. " ^Wwo, Mon- sieur the prefect of the Seine ; he '11 come or he won't come, but any way he commands the municipalitj-, — honor to whom honor is due. Monsieur de la Billardiere and his son, the mayor. Put the number of the guests after their names. Mj' colleague. Monsieur Granet, deputy-maj'or, and bis wife. She is verj- ugly, but never mind, we can't dispense with her. Monsieur Curel, the jeweller, colonel of the National Guard, his wife, and two daughters. Those are what I call the authorities. Now come the big wigs, — Monsieur le Comte and Madame la Comtesse de Fontaine, and their daughter. Mademoiselle Emilie de Fontaine." " An insolent girl, who makes me leave the shop and speak to her at the door of the carriage, no matter what the weather is," said Madame Cesar. "If she comes, it will only be to ridicule us." " Then she '11 be sure to come," said C^sar, bent on getting everybod3^ "Go on, Cesarine. Monsieur le Comte and Madame la Comtesse de Grandville, my landlord, — the longest head at the royal court, so Der- ville saj'S. Ah ga ! Monsieur de la Billardiere is to 184 CSsar Birotteau. present me as a chevalier to-morrow to Monsieur le Comte de Lacepede himself, high chancellor of the Legion of honor. It is only proper that I should send him an invitation for the ball, and also to the dinner. Monsieur Vauquelin ; put him down for ball and dinner both, Cesarine. And (so as not to forget them) put down all the Chiffrevilles and the Protez : Monsieur and Madame Popinot, judge of the Lower Court of the Seine ; Monsieur and Madame Thirion, gentleman-usher of the bedchamber to the king, friends of Ragon, and their daughter, who, the}' tell me, is to marry the son of Monsieur Camusot by his first wife." " Cesar, don't forget that little Horace Bianchon, the nephew of Monsieur Popinot, and cousin of Anselme," said Constance. "Whew! Cesarine has written a four after the name of Popinot. Monsieur and Madame Rabourdin, one of the under-secretaries in Monsieur de la Billar- diere's division ; Monsieur Cochin, same division, his wife and son, sleeping-partners of Matifat, and Mon- sieur, Madame, and Mademoiselle Matifat themselves." "The Matifats," said C(isarine, " are flsliing for m- vitations for Monsieur and Madame CoUeville, and Monsieur and Madame Thuillier, friends of theirs." " We will see about that,'' said Cesar. " Put down my broker. Monsieur and Madame Jules Desmarets." " She will be the loveliest woman in the room," said Cesarine. " I like her — oh ! better than any one else." " Derville and his wife." "Put down Monsieur and Madame Coquelin, the successors to my uncle Pillerault," said Constance. " They are so sure of an invitation that the poor little CSsar Birotteau. 185 woman has ordered my dressmaker to make her a superb ball-dress, a skirt of white satin, and a tulle robe with succory flowers embroidered all over it. A little more and she would have ordered a court-dress of gold brocade. If you leave them out we shall make bitter enemies." " Put them down, Cesarine ; all honor to com- merce, for we belong to it ! Monsieur and Madame Roguin." "Mamma, Madame Roguin will wear her diamond fillet and all her other diamonds, and her dress trimmed with Mechhn." " Monsieur and Madame Lebas," said C^sar; "also Monsieur le president of the Court of Commerce, — I forgot him among the authorities, — his wife, and two daughters ; Monsieur and Madame Lourdois and their daughter; Monsieur Claparon, banker; Monsieur du Tillet ; Monsieur Grindot ; Monsieur Molineux ; Piller- ault and his landlord ; Monsieur and Madame Camusot, the rich silk-merchants, and all their children, the one at the Ecole Polj'technique, and the lawyer ; he is to be made a judge because of his marriage to Mademoiselle Thirion." " A provincial judge," remarked Constance. " Monsieur Cardot, father-in-law of Camusot, and all the Cardot children. Bless me, and the Guillaumes, Rue du Colombier, the father-in-law of Lebas — old people, but they '11 sit in a corner ; Alexandre Crottat ; Cdestin— " " Papa, don't forget Monsieur Andoche Finot and Monsieur Gaudissart, two young men who are very useful to Monsieur Anselme." 186 CSsar Birotteau. " Gaudissart ? be was once in the hands of justice. But never mind, he is going to travel for our oil and starts in a few days ; put him down. As to the Sieur Andoche Finot, what is he to us ? " ' ' Monsieur Anselme says he will be a great man ; he has a mind like Voltaire." " An author? all atheists." " Let 's put him down, papa ; we want more dancers. Besides, he wrote the beautiful prospectus for the oil." " He believes in my oil? " said Cesar, " then put him down, dear child." " I have put down all my proteges," said C^sarine. " Put Monsieur Mitral, my bailiff; Monsieur Haudry, our doctor, as a matter of form, — he won't come." " Yes, he will, for his game of cards." "Now, C^sar, I do hope you mean to invite the Abb^ Loraux to the dinner," said Constance. " I have already written to him," said C^sar. "Oh ! and don't forget the sister-in-law of Monsieur Lebas, Madame Augustine Sommervieux," said C^sa- rine. "Poor little woman, she is so delicate; she is djdng of grief, so Monsieur Lebas says." "That's what it is to marry artists!" cried her father. "Look! there's jour mother asleep," he whispered. "La! la! a very good night to j'ou, Madame Cesar — Now, then," he added, "about your mother's ball-dress ? " " Yes, papa, it will be all ready. Mamma thinks she will wear her china-crape like mine. The dressmaker is sure there is no need of trying it on." " How many people have you got down," said Cdsar aloud, seeing that Constance opened her eyes. CSsar Birotteau. 187 " One hundred and nine, with the clerks." " Where shall we ever put them all?" said Madame Birotteau. "But, anj'how, after that Sunday," she added naively, " there will come a Monday." Nothing can be done simply and naturally b}' people who are stepping from one social level to another. Not a soul — not Madame Birotteau, nor C^sar himself — was allowed to put foot into the new appartement on the first floor. Cesar had promised Eaguet, the shop-boy, a new suit of clothes for the day of the ball, if he mounted guard faithfully and let no one enter. Birotteau, like the Emperor Napoleon at Compiegne, when the chateau was re-decorated for his marriage with Maria Louisa of Austria, was determined to see nothing piecemeal ; he wished to enjoy the surprise of seeing it as a whole. Thus the two antagonists met once more, all unknown to themselves, not on the field of battle, but on the peaceful ground of bourgeois vanity. It was arranged that Monsieur Grindot was to take Cesar bj' the hand and show him the apparte- ment when finished, — just as a guide shows a gallery to a sight-seer. Every member of the familj- had pro- vided his, or her, private "surprise." Cesarine, dear child, had spent all her little hoard, a hundred louis, on buying books for her father. Monsieur Grindot confided to her one morning that there were two book- cases in Cesar's room, which enclosed an alcove, — an architectural surprise to her father. Cesarine flung all her girlish savings upon the counter of a bookseller's shop, and obtained in return, Bossuet, Eacine, Voltaire, Jean-Jacques Eousseau, Montesquieu, Moliere, Buffon, 188 CSsar Birotteau. F^nelon, Delille, Bernardin de Saint-Pierre, La Fon- taine, Corneille, Pascal, La Harpe, — in short, the whole array of matter-of-course libraries to be found everjwhere, and which assuredly her father would never read. A terrible bill for binding was in the background. The celebrated and dilatory binder, Thouvenin, had promised to deliver the volumes at twelve o'clock on the morning of the 16th. C^sar- ine confided her anxiety to her uncle Pillerault, and he had promised to pay the bill. The " surprise" of Cesar to his wife was the gown of cherry-colored velvet, trimmed with lace, of which he spoke to his accomplice, Cesarine. The " surprise" of Madame Birotteau to the new chevalier was a pair of gold shoe-buckles, and a diamond pin. For the whole familj- there was the sur- prise of the new appartement, and, a fortnight later, the still greater surprise of the bills when they came in. Cesar carefullj- weighed the question as to which in- vitations should be given in person, and which should be sent by Raguet. He ordered a coach and took his wife — much disfigured by a bonnet with feathers, and his last gift, a shawl which she had coveted for fifteen years — on a round of civilities. In their best array, these worthy people paid twenty-two visits in the course of one morning. Cesar excused his wife from the labor and difficulty of preparing at home the various viands demanded bj- the splendor of the entertainment. A diplomatic treaty was arranged Vietween the famous Chevet and the perfumer. Chevet furnished superb silver plate (which brought him an income equal to that of land) ; he supplied the dinner, the wines, and the waiters, under the orders of €imr Birotteau. . 189 a major-domo of dignified aspect, who was responsible for the proper management of everything. Chevet ex- acted that the kitchen, and the dining-room on the en- tresol, should be given up to him as headquarters ; a dinner for twenty people was to be served at six o'clock, a superb supper at one in the morning. Birotteau arranged with the eaf6 Foy for ices in the shape of fruits, to be sei-ved in pretty saucers, with gilt spoons, on silver trays. Tanrade, another illustrious purveyor, furnished the refreshments. "Don't be worried," said Cesar to his wife, observ- ing her uneasiness on the day before the great event, " Chevet, Tanrade, and the cafe Foy will occup}- the entresol, Virginie will take charge of the second floor, the shop will be closed ; all we shall have to do is to enshrine ourselves on the first floor." " At two o'clock, on the 16th, the maj'or, Monsieur de la Billardiere, came to take Cesar to the Chancellerie of the Legion of honor, where he was to be received b}- Monsieur le Comte de Lacepede, and about a dozen chevaliers of the order. Tears were in his eyes when he met the ma3'or ; Constance had just given him the " surprise" of the gold buckles and diamond pin. "It is verj' sweet to be so loved," he said, getting into the coach in presence of the assembled clerks, and Cesarine, and Constance. They, one and all, gazed at Cesar, attired in black silk knee-breeches, silk stock- ings, and the new bottle-blue coat, on which was about to gleam the ribbon that, according to Molineux, was dyed in blood. When Cesar came home to dinner, he was pale with J03' ; he looked at his cross in all the mirrors, for in the first moments of exultation he was 190 C4sar Birotteau. not satisfied witli tlie ribbon, — he wore the cross, and was glorious without false shame. "M}' wife," he said, " Monsieur the high chancellor Is a charming man. On a hint from La Billardiere he accepted my invitation. He is coming with Monsieur Vauquelin. Monsieur de Lacepede is a great man, — yes, as great as Monsieur Vauquelin : he has continued the work of Buffon in forty volumes ; he is an author, peer of France ! Don't forget to address him as, Your Excellence, or, Monsieur le comte." " Do eat something," said his wife. " Your father is worse than a child," added Constance to Cesarine. "How well it looks in your button-hole," said Cesarine. "When we walk out together, won't they present arms?" "Yes, wherever there are sentries they will present arms." Just at this moment Grindot was coming downstairs with Braschon. It had been arranged that after dinner, monsieur, madame, and mademoiselle were to enjoy a first sight of the new appartement ; Braschon's foreman was now nailing up the last brackets, and three men were lighting the rooms. " It takes a hundred and twenty wax-candles," said Braschon. "A bill of two hundred francs at Trudon's," said Madame C(^sar, whose murmurs were checked by a glance from the chevalier Birotteau. " Your ball will be magnificent, Monsieur le cheva- lier," said Braschon. Birotteau whispered to himself, "Flatterers already! The Abb6 Loraux urged me not to fall into that net, Cisar Birotteau. 191 but to keep myself humble. I shall try to remember my origin." C^sar did not perceive the meaning of the rich up- holsterer's speech. Braschon made a dozen useless attempts to get invitations for himself, his wife, daugh- ter, mother-in-law, and aunt. He called the perfumer Monsieur le chevalier to the door-way, and then he departed his enemy. The rehearsal began. Cesar, his wife, and Cdsarine went out by the shop-door and re-entered the house from the street. The entrance had been remodelled in the grand stj'le, with double doors, divided into square panels, in the centre of which were architectural orna- ments in cast-iron, painted. This style of door, since become common in Paris, was then a novelty. At the further end of the vestibule the staircase went up in two straight flights, and between them was the space which had given Cesar some uneasiness, and which was now converted into a species of box, where it was possible to seat an old woman. The vestibule, paved in black and white marble, with its walls painted to re- semble marble, was lighted by an antique lamp with four jets. The architect had combined richness with simplicity. A narrow red carpet relieved the whiteness of the stairs, which were polished with pumice-stone. The first landing gave an entrance to the entresol; the doors to each appartement were of the same charac- ter as the street-door, but of finer work by a cabinet- maker. The family reached the first floor, and entered an ante-chamber in excellent taste, spacious, parquetted, and simply decorated. Next came a salon, with three 192 Cisar Birotteau. windows on the street, in white and red, with cornices of an elegant design which had nothing gaudy about them. On a chimney-piece of white marble supported bj' columns were a number of mantel ornaments chosen with taste ; they suggested nothing to ridicule, and were in keeping with the other details. A soft harmony pre- vailed throughout the room, a harmony which artists alone know how to attain by canying uniformitj' of de- coration into the minutest particulars, — an art of which the bourgeois mind is ignorant, though it is much taken with its results. A glass chandelier, with twentj^-four wax-candles, brought out the color of the red silk dra- peries ; the polished floor had an enticing look, which tempted Cesarine to dance. "How charming!" she said; "and yet there is nothing to seize the ej^e." "Exactly-, mademoiselle," said the architect; "the charm comes from the harmony which reigns between the wainscots, walls, cornices, and the decorations ; I have gilded nothing, the colors are sober, and not extravagant in tone." " It is a science," said Cesarine. A boudoir in green and white led into Cesar's studj^ " Here I have put a bed," said Grindot, opening the doors of an alcove cleverly hidden between the two bookcases. ' ' If j'ou or madame should chance to be ill, each can have your own room." "But this bookcase full of books, all bound! Oh! my wife, my wife ! " cried C^sar. " No ; that is C^sarine's surprise." " Pardon the feelings of a father," said C4sar to the architect, as he kissed his daughter. Cisar Birotteau. 193 " Oil ! of course, of course, monsieur," said Grindot ; " you are in your own home." Brown was the prevailing color in the study, relieved here and there with green, for a thread of harmony led through all the rooms and allied them with one another. Thus the color which was the leading tone of one room became the relieving tint of another. The engraving of Hero and Leander shone on one of the panels of Cesar's stud}-. "Ah! thou wilt pay for all this," said Birotteau, looking gayly at it. " That beautiful engraving is given to you bj' Mon- sieur Anselme," said Cesarine. (Anselme, too, had allowed himself a " surprise.") " Poor boy ! he has done just as I did for Monsieur Vauquelin." The bedroom of Madame Birotteau came next. The architect had there displayed a magnificence well calcu- lated to please the worthj- people whom he was anxious to snare ; he had reall}' kept his word and studied this decoration. The room was bung in blue silk, with white ornaments ; the furniture was in white cassimere touched with blue. On the chimney-piece, of white marble, stood a clock representing Venus crouching, on a fine block of marble ; a moquette carpet, of Turkish design, harmonized this room with that of Cesarine, which opened out of it, and was coquettishly hung with Per- sian chintz. A piano, a pretty wardrobe with a mirror door, a chaste little bed with simple curtains, and all the little trifles that young girls like, completed the arrangements of the room. The dining-room was be- hind the bedroom of Cesar and his wife, and was entered 13 194 CSsar Birotteau. from the staircase ; it was treated in the style called Louis XIV., with a clock in buhl, buffets of the same, inlaid with brass and tortoise-shell ; the walls were hung with purple stuff, fastened down by gilt nails. The happiness of these three persons is not to be described, more especially when, re-entering her room, Madame Birotteau found upon her bed (where Virginie had just carried it, on tiptoe) the robe of cherry-colored velvet, with lace trimmings, which was her husband's " surprise." " Monsieur, this appartement will win you great dis- tinction," said Constance to Grindot. " We shall re- ceive a hundred and more persons to-morrow evening, and you will win praises from everj^bodj-." "I shall recommend you," said C(5sar. "You will meet the very heads of commerce, and you will be bet- ter known through that one evening than if j'ou had built a hundred houses." Constance, much moved, thought no longer of costs, nor of blaming her husband ; and for the following reason : That morning, when he brought the engrav- ing of Hero and Leander, Anselme Popinot, whom Constance credited with much intelligence and prac- tical abilit}', had assured her of the inevitable success of Cephalic Oil, for which he was working night and day with a fury that was almost unprecedented. The lover promised that no matter what was the round sum of Birotteau's extravagance, it should be covered in six months by Ci^sar's share in the profits of the oil. After fearing and trembling for nineteen years it was so sweet to give herself up to one day of unalloj'ed hap- piness, that Constance promised her daughter not to poison her husband's pleasure by any doubts or dis- CSsar Birotteau. 195 approval, but to share his happiness heartily. When therefore, about eleven o'clock, Griudot left them, she threw herself into her husband's arms and said to him with tears of joy, " Cesar! ah, I am beside myself! You have made me very happy ! " " Provided it lasts, you mean?" said C^sar, smiling. " It will last ; I have no more fears," said Madame Birotteau. " That's right," said the perfumer ; " you appreciate me at last." People who are sufficiently large-minded to perceive their own innate weakness will admit that an orphan girl who eighteen years earlier was saleswoman at the Petit-Matelot, lie Saint-Louis, and a poor peasant lad coming from Touraine to Paris with hob-nailed shoes and a cudgel in his hand, might well be flattered and happy in giving such a fgte for such praiseworthy reasons. " Bless my heart ! " cried C(5sar. "I'd give a hun- dred francs if some one would only come in now and pay us a visit." " Here is Monsieur I'Abbe Loraux,'' said Virginie. The abbd entered. He was at that time vicar of Saint-Sulpice. The power of the soul was never better manifested than in this saintly priest, whose inter- course with others left upon the minds of all an indel- ible impression. His grim face, so plain as to check confidence, had grown sublime through the exercise of Catholic virtues ; upon it shone, as it were by antici- pation, the celestial glories. Sincerity and candor, in- fused into his very blood, gave harmon}' to his unsightly features, and the fires of charity blended the discordant 196 CSsar Birotteau. lines by a phenomenon, the exact counterpart of that which in Claparon had debased and brutalized the ha- man being. Faith, Hope, and Charity, the three no- blest virtues of humanity, shed their charm among the abbe's wrinkles ; his speech was gentle, slow, and pene- trating. His dress was that of the priests of Paris, and he allowed himself to wear a brown frock-coat. No ambition had ever crept into that pure heart, which the angels would some day carry to God in all its pristine innocence. It required the gentle firmness of the daugh- ter of Louis XVI. to induce him to accept a benefice in Paris, humble as it was. As he now entered the room he glanced with an uneasy eye at the magnificence before him, smiled at the three delighted people, and shook his gray head. " My children," he said, " mj^ part in life is not to share in gayeties, but to visit the afllicted. I came to thank Monsieur C6sar for his invitation, and to con- gratulate you. I shall come to only one fgte here, — the marriage of this dear child." After a short visit the abbe went away without see- ing the various apartments, which the perfumer and his wife dared not show him. This solemn apparition threw a few drops of cold water into the boiling delight of Cesar's heart. Each of the party slept amid their new luxury, taking possession of the good things and the pretty things they had severally wished for. Cdsa- rine undressed her mother before a toilet-table of white marble with a long mirror. C^sar had given himself a few superfluities, and longed to make use of them at once : and they all went to sleep thinking of the joys of the morrow. CSsar Birotteau. 197 On that morrow C^sarine and her mother, having been to Mass, and having read their vespers, dressed about four o'clock in the afternoon, after resigning the entresol to the secular arm of Chevet and his people. No attire ever suited Madame Cesar better than this cheriy- colored velvet dress with lace trimmings, and short sleeves made with jockej-s : her beautiful aj'ms, still fresh and j-outhful, her bosom, sparklingly white, her throat and shoulders of a lovely shape, were all heightened in effect by the rich material and the resplendent color. The naive dehght which every woman feels when she sees herself In the plenitude of her power gave an inex- pressible sweetness to the Grecian proiile of this charm- ing woman, whose beautj' had all the delicacy of a cameo. C^sarine, dressed in white crape, wore a wreath of white roses, a rose at her waist, and a scarf chastely covering her shoulders and bust : Popinot was beside himself. " These people crush us," said Madame Eoguin to her husband as they went through the appartement. The notary's wife was furious at appearing less beautiful than Madame Cesar ; for every woman knows how to judge the superiority or the inferiority of a rival. ' ' Bah ! " whispered Eoguin to his wife, " it won't last long ; you will soon bespatter her when you meet her a-foot in the streets, ruined." Vauquelin showed perfect tact ; he came with Mon- sieur de Lae^pede, his colleague of the Institute, who had called to fetch him in a carriage. On beholding the resplendent mistress of the fSte they both launched into scientific compliments. 198 CSsar Birotteau. " Ah, madame, you possess a secret of whicli science is ignorant," said the chemist, " the recipe for remain- ing young and beautiful." " You are, as I may say, partly at home here, Mon- sieur I'academicien," said Birotteau. " Yes, Monsieur le comte," he added, turning to the high chancellor of the Legion of honor, ' ' I owe my fortune to Monsieur Vau- quelin. -I have the honor to present to your lordship Monsieur le president of the Court of Commerce. This is Monsieur le Comte de Lac^pede, peer of France," he said to Joseph Lebas, who accompanied the president. The guests were punctual. The dinner, like all com- mercial dinners, was extremely gay, full of good humor, and enlivened by the rough jests which always raise a laugh. The excellence of the dishes and the goodness of the wines were fully appreciated. It was half-past nine o'clock when the company returned to the salons to take their coffee. A few hackney-coaches had already brought the first impatient dancers. An hour later the rooms were full, and the ball took the character of a rout. Monsieur de Lacdpede and Monsieur Vauquelin went away, to the great gi-ief of Cesar, who followed them to the staircase, vainly entreating them to remain. He succeeded, however, in keeping Monsieur Popinot the judge, and Monsieur de la Billardiere. With the exception of three women who severally represented the aristocracy, finance, and government circles, — namely, Mademoiselle de Fontaine, Madame Jules, and Madame Rabourdin, whose beauty, dress, and manners were sharply defined in this assemblage, — all the other wo- men wore heavy, over-loaded dresses, and offered to the eye that anomalous air of richness which gives to CSsar Birotteau. 199 the bourgeois masses their vulgar aspect, made cruelly apparent on this occasion by the airy grace of the three other women. The bourgeoisie of the Rue Saint-Denis displayed itself majestically in the plenitude of its native pow- ers of jocose silliness. It was a fair specimen of that middle class which dresses its children like lancers or national guards, buj's the "Victoires et Conquetes," the " Soldat-laboureurj" admires the " Convoi du Pauvre," delights in mounting guard, goes on Sunday to its own country-house, is anxious to acquire the distinguished air, and dreams of municipal honors, — that middle class which is jealous of all and of everj- one, and yet is good, obliging, devoted, feeling, compassionate, ready to subscribe for the children of General Foy, or for the Greeks, whose piracies it knows nothing about, or the Exiles until none remained ; duped through its virtues aud scouted for its defects by a social class that is not worthj' of it, for it has a heart precisely because it is ignorant of social conventions, — that virtuous middle- class which brings up ingenuous daughters to an honor- able toil, giving them sterling qualities which diminish as soon as they are brought in contact with the superior world of social life ; girls without mind, among whom the worthy Chrj'sale would have chosen his wife, — in short, a middle-class admirablj^ represented by the Matifats, druggists in the Eue des Lombards, whose firm had supplied "The Queen of Roses'' for more than sixty years. Madame Matifat, wishing to give herself a dignified air, danced in a turban and a heavy robe of scarlet shot with gold threads, — a toilet which harmonized well 200 CSsar Birotteau. with a self-important manner, a Eoman nose, and tlie splendors of a crimson complexion. Monsieur Matifat, superb at a review of the National Guard, where his protuberant paunch could be distinguished at fifty paces, and upon which glittered a gold chain and a bunch of trinkets, was under the yoke of this Catherine II. of commerce. Short and fat, harnessed with spec- tacles and a shirt-collar worn above his ears, he was chiefly distinguished for his bass voice and the rich- ness of his vocabulary. He never said Corneille, but "the sublime Corneille;" Eacine was "the gentle Racine;" Voltaire, "Oh! Voltaire, second in every- thing, with more wit than genius, but nevertheless a man of genius ; " Eousseau, " a gloomj' mind, a man full of pride, who hanged himself." He related in his prosy way vulgar anecdotes of Piron, a poet who passes for a prodigy among the bourgeoisie. Mati- fat, a passionate lover of the stage, had a slight leaning to obscenitj'. It was even said that, in imitation of Cadot and the rich Camusot, he kept a mistress. Some- times Madame Matifat, seeing him about to relate some questionable anecdote, would hasten to interrupt him by screaming out : ' ' Take care what j'ou are saying, old man ! " She called him habitually her " old man." This voluminous queen of drugs caused Mademoiselle de Fontaine to lose her aristocratic countenance, for the impertinent girl could not help laughing as she overheard her saying to her husband: "Don't fling yourself upon the ices, old man, it is bad stj'le." It is more difficult to explain the nature of the differ- ence between the great world and the bourgeoisie than it is for the bourgeoisie to obliterate it. These Cesar Birotteau. 201 women, embarrassed by their fine clothes and very con- scious of them, displayed a naive pleasure which proved that a ball was a rarity in their busy lives ; while the three women, who each represented a sphere in the great world, were then exactly' what they would be on the morrow. They had no appearance of having dressed purposely for the ball, they paid no heed to the splendor of their jewels, nor to the effect which they themselves produced ; all had been arranged when the^^ stood before their mirrors and put the last touches to their toilets. Their faces showed no excitement or excessive interest, and thej' danced with the grace and ease which unknown genins has given to certain statues of antiquity. The others, on the contrary, stamped with the mark of toil, retained their vulgar attitudes, and amused themselves too heartilj' ; their eyes were full of incon- siderate curiosity ; their voices ranged above the low murmur which gives inimitable piquancy to the con- versations of a ball-room ; above all, they had none of that composed impertinence which contains the germs of epigram, nor the tranquil attitude which character- izes those who are accustomed to maintain empire over themselves. Thus Madame Rabourdin, Madame Jules, and Mademoiselle de Fontaine, who had expected much amusement from the ball of their perfumer, were de- tached from the background of the bourgeoisie about them by their soft and easy grace, by the exquisite taste of their dress and bearing, — just as three leading singers at an opera stand out in relief from the stolid array of the supernumeraries. They were watched with jealous, wondering eyes. Madame Eoguin, Constance, and Cdsarine formed, as it were, a link which united the 202 CSsar Birotteau. three types of feminine aristocracy to the commercial figures about them. There came, as there does at all balls, a moment when the animation of the scene, the torrents of light, the gayety, the music, the excitement of dancing brought on a species of intoxication which puts out of sight these gradations in the crescendo of the tutti. The ball was beginning to be noisy, and Mademoiselle de Fontaine made a movement to retire ; but when she looked about for the arm of her venerable Vendeen, Birotteau, his wife, and daughter made haste to prevent such a deser- tion of the aristocracy. " There is a perfume of good taste about this apparte- ment which really amazes me," remarked that imperti- nent young woman to the perfumer. "I congratulate you." Birotteau was so intoxicated by compliments that he did not comprehend her meaning ; but his wife colored, and was at a loss how to reply. " This is a national fSte which does you honor," said Camusot. " I have seldom seen such a ball," said Monsieur de la Billardiere, to whom an official falsehood was of no consequence. Birotteau took all these compliments seriously. "What an enchanting scene! What a fine orches- tra ! Will you often give us a ball ? " said Madame Lebas. "What a charming appartement! Is this your own taste?" said Madame Desmarets. Birotteau ventured on a fib, and allowed her to sup- pose that he had designed it. CSsar Birotteau. 203 Cdsarine, who was asked, of course, for all the dances, understood very well Anselme's delicacy in that matter. " If I thought only of my own wishes," he had whis- pered as they left the dinner-table, " I should beg you to grant me the favor of a quadrille ; but my happiness would be too costly to our mutual self-love." Cesarine, who thought all men walked ungracefully if they stood straight on their legs, was resolved to open the ball with Popinot. Popinot, emboldened by his aunt, who told him to dare all, ventured to tell his love to the charming girl, during the pauses of the quadrille, using, however, the roundabout terms of a timid lover. "My fortune depends on j'ou, mademoiselle." "And how?" " There is but one hope that can enable me to make it." "Then hope." "Do you know what j'ou have said to me in those two words ? " murmured Popinot. "Hope for fortune," said Cesarine, with an arch smile. ' ' Gaudissart ! Gaudissart ! " exclaimed Anselme, when the quadrille was over, pressing the arm of his friend with herculean force. " Succeed, or I'll blow my brains out ! Success, and I shall marry Cesarine ! she has told me so : see how lovely she is ! " "Yes, she is prettily tricked out," said Gaudissart, " and rich. We '11 fry her in oil." The good understanding between Mademoiselle Lour- dois and Alexandre Crottat, the promised successor to 204 CSsar Birotteau. Eoguiu, was noticed by Madame Birotteau, who could not give up without a pang the hope of seeing her daughter the wife of a notary of Paris. Uncle Pillerault, who had exchanged bows with little Molineux, seated himself in an armchair near the book- shelves. He looked at the card-players, listened to the conversations, and went to the doorway every now and then to watch the oscillating bouquet of flowers formed by the circling heads of the dancers in the moulinet. The expression of his face was that of a true philosopher. The men were dreadful, — all, that is, except du Tillet, who had acquired the manners of the great world, little La Billardiere, a budding fashionable. Monsieur Desma- rets, and the official personages. But among all the faces, more or less comical, from which the assemblage took its character, there was one that was particularly washed-ou't, like a five-franc piece of the Republic, and whose owner's apparel rendered him a curiosity. We guess at once the little tyrant of the Cour Batave, ar- rayed with linen yellowed hj lying by in a cupboard, and exhibiting to the eye a shirt-frill of lace that had been an heirloom, fastened with a bluish cameo set as a pin ; he wore short black-silk breeches which revealed the skinny legs on which he boldly stood. Cdsar showed him, triumphantly, the four rooms constructed by the architect out of the first floors of the two houses. " Hey ! hey ! Well, it is your affair. Monsieur Birot- teau," said Molineux. "My flrst floor thus improved will be worth more than three thousand francs to me." Birotteau answered with a jest ; but he was pricked as if with a pin at the tone in which the little old man had pronounced the words. CSsar Birotleau. 205 ' ' I shall soon have my first floor back again ; the man will ruin himself." Such was the real meaning of the speech which Molineux delivered like the scratch of a claw. The sallow face and vindictive eye of the old man struck du Tillet, whose attention had first been attracted bj' a watch-chain from which hung a pound of jingling gew-gaws, and by a green coat with a collar whimsi- cally cocked up, which gave the old man the semblance of a rattlesnake. The banker approached the usurer to find out how and whj- he had thus bedizened himself. "There, monsieur," said Molineux, planting one foot in the boudoir, " I stand on the propertv of Mon- sieur le Comte de Grandvillo ; but here," he added, showing the other, "I stand upon my own. I am the owner of this house." Molineux was so ready to lend himself to any one who would listen to him, and so deKghted by du Tillet's attentive manner, that he gave a sketch of his life^ re- lated his habits and customs, told the improper conduct of the Sieur Gendrin, and, finally, explained all his ar- rangements with the perfumer, without which, he said, the ball could not have been given. " Ah ! Monsieur Cesar let you settle the lease?" said du Tillet. " It is contrary to his habits.'' "Oh! I asked it of him. I am good to my tenants." "If Pere Birotteau fails," thought da Tillet, "this little imp would make an excellent assignee. His sharpness is invaluable ; when he is alone he must amuse himself by catching flies, like Domitian." Da TiUet went to the card-table, where Claparon was 206 G6sar Birotteau. already stationed, under orders ; Ferdinand thought that under shelter of a game of bouillotte his counterfeit banker might escape notice. Their demeanor to each other was that of two strangers, and the most suspicious man could have detected nothing that betrayed an un- derstanding between them. Gaudissart, who knew the career of Claparon, dared not approach him after receiv- ing a solemnly frigid glance from the promoted commer- cial traveller which warned him that the upstart banker was not to be recbgnized by any former comrade. The ball, like a brilliant rocket, was extinguished by five o'clock in the morning. At that hour only some forty hackney-coaches remained, out of the hundred or more which had crowded the Rue Saint-Honor^. Within, they were dancing the boulangere, which has since been dethroned by the cotillon and the EngHsh galop. Du Tillet, Eoguin, Cardot junior, the Comte de Grandville, and Jules Desmarets were playing at bouillotte. Du Til- let won three thousand francs. The day began to dawn, the wax lights paled, the players joined the dancers for a last quadrille. In such houses the final scenes of a ball never pass off without some impropriety. The dig- nified personages have departed-; the intoxication of dancing, the heat of the atmosphere, the spirits con- cealed in the most innocent drinks, have mellowed the angularities of the old women, who good-naturedly join in the last quadrille and lend themselves to the excite- ment of the moment ; the men are heated, their hair, lately curled, straggles down their faces, and gives them a grotesque expression which excites. laughter; the young women grow volatile, and a few flowers drop from their garlands. The bourgeois Momus appears. Gisar Birotteau. 207 followed by Ms revellers. Laughs ring loudly ; all pres- ent surrender to the amusement of the moment, knowing that on the morrow toil will resume its sway. Matifat danced with a woman's bonnet on his head ; Celestin called the figures of the interminable country dance, and some of the women beat their hands together excitedly at the words of command. " How they do amuse themselves ! " cried the happy Birotteau. " I hope they won't break anything," said Constance to her uncle. "You have given the most magnificent ball I have ever seen, and I have seen many," said du Tillet, bow- ing to his old master. Among the eight symphonies of Beethoven there is a theme, glorious as a poem, which dominates the finale of the sj-mphon}"^ in C minor. When, after slow pre- parations by the sublime magician, so well understood by Habeneck, the enthusiastic leader of an orches- tra raises the rich veil with a motion of his hand and calls forth the transcendent theme towards which the powers of music have all converged, poets whose hearts have throbbed at those sounds will understand how the ball of Cesar Birotteau produced upon his simple being the same effect that this fecund harmonj' wrought in theirs, — an effect to which the symphony in C minor owes its supremacy over its glorious sisters. A radiant fairy springs forward, lifting high her wand. We hear the rustle of the violet silken curtains which the angels raise. Sculptured golden doors, like those of the bap- tistery at Florence, turn on their diamond hinges. The eye is lost in splendid vistas : it sees a long perspective 208 CSsar Birotteau. of rare palaces where beings of a loftier nature glide. The incense of all prosperities sends up its smoke, the altar of all joy flames, the perfumed air circulates ! Beings with divine smiles, robed in white tunics bor» dered with blue, flit lightly before the 93^63 and show us visions of supernatural beauty, shapes of an incompar- able delicacy. The Loves hover in the air and waft the flames of their torches ! We feel ourselves beloved ; we are happy as we breathe a joy we understand not, as we bathe in the waves of a harmonj^ that flows for all, and pours out to all the ambrosia that each desires. We are held in the grasp of our secret hopes which are realized, for an instant, as we listen. When he has led us through the skies, the great magician, with a deep mysterious transition of the basses, flings us back into the marshes of cold reality, only to draw us forth once more when, thirsting for his divine melodies, our souls cry out, "Again! Again!" The psychical history of that rare moment in the glorious finale of the C minor symphony is also that of the emotions excited by this fete in the souls of Cesar and of Constance. The flute of Collinet sounded the last notes of their commercial eymphonj-. Wearj', but happy, the Birotteaus fell asleep in the early morning amid echoes of the fete, — which for build- ing, repairs, furnishing, suppers, toilets, and the library (repaid to C(^sarine) , cost not less, though C^sar was little aware of it, than sixty thousand francs. Such was the price of the fatal red ribbon fastened by the king to the buttonhole of an honest perfumer. If mis- fortunes were to overtake C^sar Birotteau, this mad ex- travagance would be sufficient to arraign him before the Cisar Birotteau. 209 criminal courts. A merchant is amenable to the laws if, in the event of bankruptcj', he is shown to have been guilty of " excessive expenditure." It is perhaps more dreadful to go before the lesser courts charged with folly or blundering mistakes, than before the Court of Assizes for an enormous fraud. In the eyes of some people, it is better to be criminal than a fool. 14 PAET II. Cl&SAE. GRAPPLING WITH MISFORTUNE. I. Eight daj's after his ball, the last dying flash of a prosperity of eighteen j'ears now about to be extin- guished, Cesar Birotteau watched the passers-by from the windows of his shop, thinking over the expansion of his affairs, and beginning to find them burdensome. Until then all had been simple in his life ; he manufac- tured and sold, or bought to sell again. To-day the land speculation, his share in the house of A. Popinot and Company, the repayment of the hundred and sixty thousand francs thrown upon the market, which'neces- sitated either a traffic in promissory notes (of which his wife would disapprove), or else some unheard-of success in Cephalic Oil, all fretted the poor man by the multi- plicity of ideas which they involved ; he felt he had more irons in the fire than he could lay hold of. How would Anselme guide the helm? Birotteau treated Popinot as a professor of rhetoric treats a pupil, — he distrusted his methods, and regretted that he was not at his elbow. The kick he had given Popinot to make him hold his tongue at Vauquelin's explains the uneasiness which the young merchant inspired in his mind. 212 CSsar Birotteau. Birotteau took good care that neither his wife nor his daughter nor the clerks should suspect his anxiety ; but he was in truth like an humble boatman on the Seine whom the government has suddenly put in command of a frigate. Troubled thoughts filled his mind, never very capable of reflection, as if with a fog ; he stood still, as it were, and peered about to see his way. At this moment a figure appeared in the street for which he felt a violent antipathy ; it was that of his new landlord, little Molineux. Every one has dreamed dreams filled with the events of a lifetime, in which there appears and reappears some wayward being, commissioned to plaj^ the mischief and be the villain of the piece. To Birotteau's fancy Molineux seemed delegated by ohance to fill some such part in his life. His weird face had grinned diabolicallj' at the ball, and he had looked at its magnificence with an evil eye. Catching sight of him again at this moment, Cesar was all the more reminded of the impression the little skin- flint (a word of his vocabulary) had made upon him, because Molineux excited fresh repugnance by reappear- ing in the midst of his anxious revery. "Monsieur," said the little man, in his atrociously hypocritical voice, " we settled our business so hastily that you forgot to guarantee the signatures on the little private deed." Birotteau took the lease to repair the mistake. The architect came in at this moment, and bowed to the perfumer, looking about him with a diplomatic air. " Monsieur," he whispered to C^sar presentlj'', " you can easily understand that the flrst steps in a profession are difficult ; you said you were satisfied with me, and Cesar Birotteau. 213 it would oblige me very much if you would pay me my commission." Birotteau, who had stripped himself of ready monej' when he put his current cash into Eoguin's hands two weeks earlier, called to C«51estin to make out an order for two thousand francs at ninety days' sight, and to write the form of a receipt. " I am very glad you took part of your neighbor's rental on yourself," said Molineux in a sly, half-sneer- ing tone. " My porter came to tell me just now that the sheriff has aflSxed the seals to the Sieur Cayron's appartement ; he has disappeared." " I hope I'm not juggled out of five thousand francs," thought Birotteau. " Cayron always seemed to do a good business," said Lourdois, who just then came in to bring his bill. " A merchant is never safe from commercial reverses until he has retired from business," said little Molineux, folding up his document with fussy precision. The architect watched the queer old man with the enjoyment all artists find in getting hold of a caricature which confirms their theories about the bourgeoisie. " When we have got our head under an umbrella we generally think it is protected from the rain," he said. Molineux noticed the mustachios and little chin-tuft of the artist much moi'e than he did his face, and he de- spised, that individual fully as much as Grindot despised him. He waited to give him a parting scratch as he went out. By dint of living so long with his cats Molineux had acquired, in his manners as well as in his ej"es, something unmistakably feline. 214 Cisar Birotteau. Just at this moment Ragon and Pillerault came in. " We have been talking of the land affair with the judge," said Ragon in Cesar's ear ; "he says that in a speculation of that kind we must have a warranty from the sellers, and record the deeds, and pay in cash, before we are really owners and co-partners." "Ah ! you are talking of the lands about the Made- leine," said Lourdois ; " there is a good deal said about them : there will be houses to buUd." The painter who had come intending to have his bill settled, suddenlj' thought it more to his interest not to press Birotteau. " I brought my bill because it was the end of the year," he whispered to C^sar; "but there's no hurry." " What is the matter, C^sar? " said PiUerault, notic- ing the amazement of his nephew, who, having glanced at the bill, made no reply to either Ragon or Lourdois. " Oh, a trifle. I took notes to the amount of five thousand francs from my neighbor, a dealer in um- brellas, and he has failed. If he has given me bad securities I shall be caught, like a fool." "And yet I have warned you many times," cried Ragon ; " a drowning man will catch at his father's leg to save himself, and drown him too. I have seen so many failures ! People are not exactly scoundrels when the disaster begins, but they soon come to be, out of sheer necessity'." "That's true," said Pillerault. " If I ever get into the Chamber of Deputies, and ever have any influence in the government," said Birotteau, rising on his toes and dropping back on his heels, — CSsar Birotteau. 215 " What would 3-ou do?" said Lourdois, " for you've a long head." Molineux, interested in any discussion about law, lingered in the shop ; and as the attention of a few persons is apt to make others attentive, Pillerault and Eagon listened as gravely as the three strangers, though they perfectly well knew Cesar's opinions. " I would have," said the perfumer, " a courl of ir- removable judges, with a magistracy to attend to the application and execution of the laws. After the exam- ination of a case, during which the judge should fulfil the functions of agent, assignee, and commissioner, the mer- chant should be declared insolvent with rights of rein- statement, or else hankrvpt. If the former, he should be required to pay in full ; he should be left in control of his own propertj- and that of his wife ; all his belong- ings and his inherited property should belong to his creditors, and he should administer his affairs in their interests under supervision ; he should still carry on his business, signing always ' So-and-so, insolvent,' un- til the whole debt is paid off. If bankrupt, he should be condemned, as formerly, to the pillorj' on the Place de la Bourse, and exposed for two hours, wearing a green cap. His propertj-^ and that of his wife, and all his rights of every kind should be handed over to his creditors, and he himself banished from the kingdom." ' ' Business would be more secure," said Lourdois ; " people would think twice before launching into speculations." "The existing laws are not enforced," cried C6sar, lashing himself up. "Out of every hundred mer- chants there are more than fifty who never realize 216 CSsar Birotteau. seventy-five per cent of the whole value of their business, or who sell their merchandise at twenty-five per cent below the invoice price ; and that is the destruction of commerce." " Monsieur is very right," said Molineux ; "the law leaves a great deal too much latitude. There should either be total relinquishment of everything, or infamy." ' ' Damn it ! " said Cesar, ' ' at the rate things are going now, a merchant will soon be a licensed thief. With his mere signature he can dip into anybody's money-drawer." " You have no mercy, Monsieur Birotteau," said Lourdois. " He is quite right," said old Ragon. " All insolvents are suspicious characters," said C^sar, exasperated by his little loss, which sounded in his ears like the first cry of the view-halloo In the ears of the game. At this moment the late major-domo brought in Chevet's account, followed by a clerk sent by F^lix, a waiter from the cafe Foy, and CoUinet's clarionet, each with a bill. " Eabelais' quarter of an hour," said Ragon, smiling. " It was a fine ball," said Lourdois. " I am busy," said Cesar to the messengers ; who all left the bills and went awaj'. " Monsieur Grindot," said Lourdois, observing that the architect was folding up Birotteau's cheque, "will you certifjr my account? You need only add it up; the prices were all agreed to by you on Monsieur Birotteau's behalf." Pillerault looked at Lourdois and Grindot. CSsar Birotteau. 217 " Prices agreed upon between the architect and con- tractor? " he said in a low voice to his nephew, — " they have robbed you." Grindot left the shop, and Molineux followed him with a mj'sterious air. " Monsieur," he said, " you listened to me, but you did not understand me, — I wish you the protection of an umbrella." The architect was frightened. The more illegal a man's gains the more he clings to them : the human heart is so made. Grindot had really studied the ap- partement lovingly ; he had put all his art and all his time into it ; he had given ten thousand francs worth of labor, and he felt that in so doing he had been the dupe of his vanity : the contractors therefore had little trou- ble in seducing him. The irresistible argument and threat, full3' understood, of injuring him professionally bj- calumniating his work were, however, less powerful than a remark made by Lourdois about the lands near the Madeleine. Birotteau did not expect to build a sin- gle house upon them ; he was speculating only in the value of the land ; but architects and contractors are to each other ver}' much what authors and actors are, — mutually dependent. Grindot, ordered by Birotteau to stipulate the costs, went for the interests of the builders against the bourgeoisie ; and the result was that three large contractors — Lourdois, Chaffaroux, and Therein the carpenter — proclaimed him "one of ttiose good fellows it is a pleasure to work for." Grindot guessed that the contractor's bills, out of which he was to have a share, would be paid, like his commission, in notes ; and little Molineux had just filled his mind with doubts 218 CSsar Birotteau. as to their payment. The architect was about to be- come pitiless, — after the manner of artists, who are most intolerant of men in their dealings with the middle classes. By the end of December bills to the amount of sixty thousand francs had been sent in. F^lix, the caf^ Foy, Tanrade, and all the little creditors who ought to be paid in ready monej-, had asked for payment three times. Failure to pay such trifles as these do more harm in business than a real misfortune, — they foretell it : known losses are definite, but a panic defies all reck- oning. Birotteau saw his cofl'ers empty, and terror seized him : such a thing had never happened throughout his whole commercial life. Like all persons who have never struggled long with poverty, and who are by nature feeble, this circumstance, so common among the greater number of the petty Parisian tradesmen, dis- turbed for a moment C(5sar's brain. He ordered Celestin to send round the bills of his customers and ask for payment. Before doing so, the head clerk made, him repeat the unheard-of order. The clients, — a fine term applied by retail shopkeepers to their customers, and used by C^sar in spite of his wife, who however ended by saying, '^' Call them what you like, provided they pay ! " — his clients, then , were rich people, through whom he had never lost money, who paid when they pleased, and among whom Cesar often had a floating amount of fift}' or sixt}^ thousand francs due to him. The second clerk went through the books and copied off the largest sums. Cesar dreaded his wife : that she might not see his depression under this simoom of mis- fortune, he prepared to go out. Cisar Birotteau. 219 " Good morning, monsieur," said Grindot, entering with the lively manner artists put on when they speak of business, and wish to pretend they know nothing about it; "I cannot get your paper cashed, and I am obliged to ask you to give me the amount in ready money. I am truly unhappy in making this request, but I don't wish to go to the usurers. I have not hawked your signature about ; I know enough of business to feel sure it would injure you. It is really in your own interest that I — '" " Monsieur," said Birotteau, horrified, " speak lower if 30U please ; you surprise me strangelj'." Lourdois entered. "Lourdois," said Birotteau, smiling, "would you believe — " The poor man stopped short ; he was about to ask the painter to take the note given to Grindot, ridi- culing the architect with the good nature of a merchant sure of his own standing; but he saw a cloud upon Lourdois' brow, and he shuddered at his own impru- dence. The innocent jest would have been the death of his suspected credit. In such a case a prosperous mer- chant takes back his note, and does not offer it elsewhere. Birotteau felt his head swim, as though he had looked down the sides of a precipice into a measureless abj'ss. " My dear Monsieur Birotteau," said Lourdois, draw- ing him to the back of the shop, " my account has been examined, audited, and certified ; I must ask j'ou to have the money ready for me to-morrow. I marry my daughter to little Crottat ; he wants monej', for notaries will not take paper ; besides, I never give promissory notes." 220 CSsar Birotteau. " Send to me on the day after to-morrow," said Bi- rotteau proudly, counting on the payment of his own bills. " And you too, Monsieur," he said to the architect. " Why not pay at once?" said G-rindot. " I have my workmen in the faubourg to pay," said Birotteau, who knew not how to lie. He took his hat once more intending to follow them out, but the mason, Thorein, and Chaffaroux stopped him as he was closing the door. " Monsieur," said Chaffaroux, " we are in great need of money." " Well, I have not the mines of Peru," said C^sar, walking quickly away from them. "There is some- thing beneath all this," he said to himself. " That cursed ball ! All the world thinks I am worth millions. Yet Lourdois had a look that was not natural ; there 's a snake in the grass somewhere." He walked along the Eue Saint-Honor^, in no special direction, and feeling much discomposed. At the corner of a street he ran against Alexandre Crottat, just as a ram, or a mathematician absorbed in the solution of a problem, might have knocked against another of his kind. "Ah, monsieur," said the future notary, "one word ! Has Roguin given your four hundred thousand francs to Monsieur Claparon ? " "The business was settled in your presence. Mon- sieur Claparon gave me no receipt; my acceptances were to be — negotiated. Eoguin was to give him — my two hundred and forty thousand francs. He was told that he was to pay for the property definitely. Cisar Birotteau. 221 Monsieur Popinot the judge said — The receipt ! but — whj' do you ask the question ? " ' ' Why ask the question ? To know if your two hun- dred and forty thousand francs are still with Eoguin. Eoguin was so long connected with you, that perhaps out of decent feeling he may have paid them over to Claparon, and you will escape ! But, no ! what a fool I am ! He has carried off Claparon's money as well ! Happily, Claparon had onlj^ paid over, to my care, one hundred thousand francs. I gave them to Roguin just as I would give jou mj' purse, and I have no receipt for them. The owners of the land have not received one penny ; they have just been talking to me. The monej- you thought j'ou raised upon your property in the Faubourg du Temple had no existence for you, or for the borrower ; Roguin has squandered it, together with j-our hundred thousand francs, which he used up long ago, — and your last hundred thousand as well, for I just remember drawing them from the bank." The pupils of Cesai-'s ejes dilated so enormously that he saw onl^- red flames. " Your hundred thousand francs in his hands, my hun- dred thousand francs for his practice, a hundred thousand from Claparon, — there 's three hundred thousand francs purloined, not to speak of other thefts which will be discovered," exclaimed the young notary. "Madame Roguin is not to be counted on. Du Tillet has had a narrow escape. Roguin tormented him for a month to get him into that land speculation, but happily all his funds were tied up in an affair with Nucingen. Roguin has written an atrocious letter to his wife ; I have read it. He has been making free with his clients' money for 222 CSiar Birotteau. years ; and why? for a mistress, — la belle HoUandaise. He left her two weeks ago. The squandering hussy had n't a farthing left ; they sold her furniture, — she had signed promissor3' notes. To escape arrest, she took refuge in a house in the Palais-Koyal, where she was assassinated last night by a captain in the armj'. God has quickly punished her ; she has wasted Koguin's whole fortune and much more. There are some women to whom nothing is sacred : think of squandering the trust-moneys of a notary ! Madame Roguin won't have a penny, except by claiming her rights of dower; the scoundrel's whole property is encumbered to its full value. I bought the practice for three hundred thou- sand francs, — I, who thought I was getting a good thing ! — and paid a hundred thousand down. I have no receipt ; the creditors will think I am, an accomplice if I say a word about that hundred thousand francs, and when a man is starting in life he must be careful of his reputation. There will hardly be thirty per cent saved for the creditors. At my age, to get such a set-back ! A man fifty-nine years of age to keep a mistress ! the old villain ! It is only two weeks since he told me not to marry Cesarine ; he said you would soon be without bread, — the monster ! " Alexandre might have talked on indefinitely, for Birot- teau stood still, petrified. Every phrase was a calamity, like the blows of a bludgeon. He heard the death-bells tolling in his ears, — just as his eyes had seen, at the first word, the flames of his fortune. Alexandre Crottat, who thought the worthy perfumer a strong and able man, was alarmed at his paleness and rigidity. He was not aware that Roguin had carried off Cesar's whole Cesar Birotteau. 223 property. The thought of immediate suicide passed through the brain of the victim, deeply religious as he was. In such a case suicide is only a way to escape a thousand deaths ; it seems logical to take it. Alexandre Crottat gave him his arm, and tried to make him walk on, but it was impossible : his legs gave way under him as if he were drunk. " What is the matter?" said Crottat. " Dear Mon- sieur C^sar, take courage ! it is not the death of a man. Besides, you will get back your forty thousand francs. The lender had n't the money ready, you never received it, — that is suflScient to set aside the agreement." ' ' My ball — my cross — two hundred thousand francs in paper on the market, — no money in hand ! The' Eagons, Pillerault, — and mj' wife, who saw true — " A rain of confused words, revealing a weight of crushing thoughts and unutterable suffering, poured from his lips, like hail lashing the flowers in the garden of ' ' The Queen of Roses." " I wish they would cut off my head," he said at last ; " its weight troubles me, it is good for nothing." /" Poor Pere Birotteau," said Alexandre, " are you in danger ? " "Danger!" " Well, take courage ; make an effort." "Effort!" " Du Tillet was 3'our clerk ; he has a good head ; he will help you." "Du Tillet!" " Come, try to walk." " My God ! I cannot go home as I am," said Birot- teau. " You who are my friend, if there are friends, — / 224 CSsar Birotteau. you in whom I took an interest, who have dined at my house, — take me somewhere in a carriage, for my wife's sake. Xandrot, go with me ! " Tlie young notary compassionately put the inert mechanism which bore the name of Cesar into a street coach, not without great difficulty. "Xandrot," said the perfumer, in a voice choked with tears, — for the tears were now falling from his eyes, and loosening the iron band which bound his brow, — " stop at my shop ; go in and speak to Celes- tin for me. My friend, tell him it is a matter of life or death, that on no consideration must he or any one talk about Roguin's flight. Tell Cesarine to come down to me, and beg her not to say a word to her mother. We must beware of our best friends, of Pillerault, Eagou, everybody.'' The change in Birotteau's voice startled Crottat, who began to understand the importance of the warning ; he fulfilled the instructions of the poor man, whom Cdlestin and Cesarine were horrified to find pale and half insen- sible in a corner of the carriage. " Keep the secret," he said. " Ah! " said Xandrot to himself, "he is coming to. I thought him lost.'' From thence they went, at Cdsar's request, to a judge of the commercial courts. The conference between Crottat and the magistrate lasted long, and the presi- dent of tho chamber of notaries was summoned. Cdsar was carried about from place to place, like a bale of goods ; he never moved, and said nothing. Towards seven in the evening Alexandre Crottat took him home. The thought of appearing before Constance braced his Cesar Birotteau. 225 nerves. The j-onng notarj- had the-charitj- to go before, and warn Madame Birotteau that her husband had had a rush of blood to the head. " His ideas are rather cloudj-," he said, with a ges- ture impljing disturbance of the brain. "Perhaps he should be bled, or leeches applied." " No wonder," said Constance, far from dreaming of a disaster ; " he did not take his precautionary medicine at the beginning of the winter, and for the last two months he has been working like a galley slave, — just as if his fortune were not made." The wife and daughter entreated Cesar to go to bed, and thej' sent for his old friend Monsieur Haudry. The old man was a phj'sieian of the school of Moliere, a great practitioner and in favor of the old-fashioned for- mulas, who dosed his patients neither more nor less than a quack, consulting phj-sician though he was. Pie came, studied the expression of Cesar's face, and ob- serving symptoms of cerebral congestion, ordered an immediate application of mustard plasters to the soles of his feet. " What can have caused it?" said Constance. "The damp weather," said the doctor, to whom C^- sarine had given a hint. It often becomes a physician's duty to utter deliber- ately some s\\\j falsehood, to save honor or life, to those who are about a sick-bed. The old doctor had seen much in his day, and he caught the meaning of half a word. C^sarine followed him to the staircase, and asked for directions in managing the case. " Quiet and silence ; wben the head is clear we will try tonics." 15 226 CSsar Birotteau. Madame Cesar passed two days at the bedside of her husband, who seemed to her at times delirious. He lay in her beautiful blue room, and as he looked at the curtains, the furniture, and all the costly magnificence, about him, he said things that were wholly ineompre- ' hensible to her. > "He must be out of his mind," she whispered to Cesarine, as Cesar rose up in bed and redited clauses of the commercial Code in a solemn voice. " 'If the expenditure is judged excessive!' Away with those curtains ! " At the end of three terrible days, during which his reason was in danger, the strong constitution of the Tourangean peasant triumphed ; his head grew clear. Monsieur Haudry ordered stimulants and generous diet, and before long, after an occasional cup of coffee, C^sar was on his feet again. Constance, wearied out, took her husband's place in bed. "Poor woman! " said Cesar, looking at her as she slept. " Come, papa, take courage ! you are so superior a man that you will triumph in the end. This trouble won't last ; Monsieur Anselme will help you." Cesarine said these vague words in the tender tones which give courage to a stricken heart, just as the songs of a mother soothe the weary child tormented with pain as it cuts its teeth. "Yes, my child, I shall struggle on; but say not a word to any one, — not to Popinot who loves us, nor to your uncle Pillerault. I shall first write to my brother ; he is canon and vicar of the cathedral. He spends nothing, and I have no doubt he has means. If CSsar Birotteau. 227 he saves only three thousand fl-ancs a year, that would give him at the end of twenty years one hundred thousand francs. In the provinces the priests lay up money." Cesai'ine hastened to bring her father a little table with writing-things upon it, -^ among them the surplus of the invitations printed on pink paper. "Burn all that!" cried her father. "The devil alone could have prompted me to give that ball. If I fail, I shall seem to have been a swindler. Stop ! " he added, " words are of no avail." And he wrote the following letter : — My dear Brother, — I find myself in so severe a com- mercial crisis that I must ask you to send me all the money you can dispose of, even if you have to borrow some for the P'^'-P°^«- Ever yours, ^^^^^^ Your niece, Cesarine, who is watching me as I write, while my poor wife sleeps, sends you her tender remem- bi-ances. This postscript was added at Cesarine's urgent re- quest ; she then took the letter and gave it to Raguet. "Father," she said, returning, "here is Monsieur Lebas, who wants to speak to j'ou. "Monsieur Lebas!" cried Cesar, frightened, as though his disaster had made him a criminal, — "a judge ! " " My dear Monsieur Birotteau, I take too great an interest in j'ou,'' said the stout draper, entering the room, " we have known each other too long, — for we were both elected judges at the same time, — not to tell J'OU that a man named Bidault, called Gigonnet, a 228 CSsar Birotteau. usurer, has notes of yours turned over to his order, and marked ' not guaranteed,' by the house of Claparon. Those words are not only an afTront, but they are the death of your credit." "Monsieur Claparon wishes to speak to you," said C^lestin, entering ; " may I tell him to come up ? " ' ' Now we shall learn the meaning of this insult," said Lebas. "Monsieur," said Cesar to Claparon, as he entered, "this is Monsieur Lebas, a judge of the commercial courts, and my friend — " ' ' Ah ! monsieur is Monsieur Lebas ? " interrupted Claparon. " Delighted with the opportunitj-, Monsieur Lebas of the commercial courts ; there are so many Le- bas, 3'ou know, of one kind or another — " " He has seen," said Birotteau, cutting the gabbler short, "the notes which I gave j'ou, and which I understood from you would not be put into circu- lation. He has seen them bearing the words ' not guaranteed.' " " Well," said Claparon, " they are not in general cir- culation ; they are in the hands of a man with whom I do a great deal of business, — Pere Bidault. That is why I affixed the words ' not guaranteed.' If the notes were intended for circulation you would have made them payable to his order. Monsieur Lebas will understand my position. "What do these notes represent? The price of landed property. Paid by whom? By Birot- teau. Why should I guarantee Birotteau by my signa- ture? We are to pay, each on his own account, our half of the price of the said land. Now, it is enough to be jointly and separately liable to the sellers. I hold CSsar Birotteau. 229 inflexibly to one commercial rule : I never give my guarantee uselessly, any more than I give my receipt for monej-s not yet paid. He who signs, pays. I don't wish to be liable to paj' three times." " Three times ! " said Cesar. "Yes, monsieur," said Claparon, "I have already guaranteed Birotteau to the sellers, why should I guarantee him again to the bankers? The circum- stances in which we are placed are very hard. Roguin has carried ofT a hundred thousand francs of mine ; therefore, my half of the property costs me five hun- dred thousand francs instead of four hundred thousand. Eoguin has also carried off two hundred and forty thou- sand francs of Birotteau's. What would you do in my place. Monsieur Lebas ? Stand in ny skin for a mo- ment and view the case. Give me your attention. Saj' that we are engaged in a transaction on equal shares : you pi'ovide the money for 3'our share, I give bills for mine ; I offer them to yon, and j'Ou undertake, purely out of kindness, to convert them into money. You learn that I, Claparon, — banker, rich, respected (I accept all the virtues under the sun) , — that the virtu- ous Claparon is on the verge of failure, with six million of liabilities to meet: would j'ou, at such a moment, give your signature to guarantee mine? Of course not ; you would be mad to do it. Well, Monsieur Lebas, Birotteau is in the position which I have sup- posed for Claparon. Don't j-ou see that if I indorse for him I am liable not only for mj own share of the purchase, but I shall also be compelled to reimburse to the full amount of Birotteau's paper, and without — " "To whom?" asked Birotteau, interrupting him. 230 CSsar Birotteau. " — without gaining his half of the property?" said Claparon, paying no attention to the interruption. " For I should have no rights in it ; I should have to buy it over again ; consequent!}', I repeat, I should have to pay for it three times." "Reimburse whom? " persisted Birotteau. " Why, the holder of the notes, if I were to indorse, and you were to fail." " I shall not fail, monsieur," said Birotteau. " Very good," said Claparon. " But 3-ou have been a judge, and you are a clever merchant ; you know very well that we should look ahead and foresee everything ; 3'ou can't be surprised that I should attend to my busi- ness properly." "Monsieur Claparon is right," said Joseph Lebas. " I am right," said Claparon, — " right commerciallj-. But this is an affair of landed propertj-. Now, what must I have? Money, to pay the sellers. We won't speak now of the two hundred and forty thousand francs, — which I am sure Monsieur Birotteau will be able to raise soon," said Claparon, looking at Lebas. " I have come now to ask for a trifle, merely twenty- five thousand francs," he added, turning to Birotteau. "Twenty-flve thousand francs!" cried Cesar, feel- ing ice in his veins instead of blood. "What claim have 3-ou, monsieur?" "What claim? Hey! we have to make a paj'raent and execute the deeds before a notarj*. Among our- selves, of course, we could come to an understanding about the payment, but when we have to do with a financial public functionary it is quite another thing! He won't palaver; he'll trust you no farther than he Cisar Birotteau. 231 can see. We have got to come down with forty thou- sand francs, to secure the registration, this week. I did not expect reproaches in coming here, for, thinking this twent3'-five thousand francs might be inconvenient to .you just now, I meant to tell you that, by a mere chance, I have saved 3'OU — " "What?" said Birotteau, with that rending cry of anguish which no man ever mistakes. "A trifle! The notes amounting to twenty-five thousand francs on divers securities which Roguin gave me to negotiate I have credited to j'ou, for the registration payment and the fees, of which I will send you an account ; there will be a small amount to de- duct, and you will then owe me about six or seven thousand francs." "All that seems to me perfectly proper," said Lebas. " In your place, monsieur, I should do the same towards a stranger." " Monsieur Birotteau won't die of it," said Claparon ; ' ' it takes more than one shot to kill an old wolf. I have seen wolves with a ball in their head run, by God, like — wolves ! " " Who could have foreseen such villany as Roguin's ?" said Lebas, as much alarmed by Cesar's silence as by the discovery of such enormous speculations outside of his friend's legitimate business of perfumerj-. "I came very near giving Monsieur Birotteau a re- ceipt for his four hundred thousand francs," said Clap- a,ron. "I should have blown up if I had, for I had given Roguin a hundred thousand myself the day before. Our mutual confidence is all that saved me. Whether the money were in a lawj-er's hands or in 232 Cisar Birotteau. mine until the day came to pay for the land, seemed to us all a matter of no importance." " It would have been better," said Lebas, " to have kept the money in the Bank of France until the time came to make the payments." " Koguin was the bank to me," said Cesar. "But he is in the speculation," he added, looking at Claparon. "Yes, for one- fourth, by verbal agreement only. After being such a fool as to let him run off with my money, I sha'n't be such a blockhead as to throw any more after it. If he sends me my hundred thousand francs, and two hundred thousand more for his half of our share, I shall then see about it. But he will take good care not to send them for an affair which needs five j'ears' pot-boiling before you get any broth. If he has only carried off, as they say, three hundred thou- sand francs, he will want the income of aU of that to live suitably in foreign countries.'' " The villain ! " " Eh ! the devil take him ! It was a woman who got him where he is," said Claparon. "Where's the old man who can answer for himself that he won't be the slave of his last fanc}'? None of us, who think ourselves so virtuous, know how we shall end. A last passion, — eh ! it is the most violent of all ! Look at Cardot, Camusot, Matifat ; they all have their mis- tresses ! If we have been gobbled up to satisfy Ro- guin's, is n't it onr own fault? Wh}' did n't we distrust a notary who meddles with speculations ? Everj' notary, every broker, everj' trustee who speculates is an object of suspicion. Failure for them is fraudulent bankrupt- cy ; they are sure to go before the criminal courts, and Cisar BiroUeau. 233 therefore thej' prefer to run out of the country. I sha'n't commit such a stupid blunder again. Well, well ! we are too shakj' ourselves in the matter not to let judgment go bj- default against the men we have dined with, who have given us fine balls, — men of the world, in short. Nobody complains ; we are all to blame." "Very much to blame," said Birotteau. "The laws about failures and insolvency should be looked into." " If 3'ou have an}' need of me," said Lebas to Cesar, " I am at your service." "Monsieur does not need any one," said the irre- pressible chatterbox, whose floodgates du Tillet had set wide open when he turned on the water, — for Claparon was now repeating a lesson du Tillet had cleverly taught him. "His course is quite clear. Eoguin's assets will give fifty per cent to the creditors, so little Crottat tells me. Besides this. Monsieur Birotteau gets back the forty thousand on his note to Eoguin's client, which the lender never paid over ; then, of course, he can borrow on that propertj'. We have four months ahead before we are obliged to make a paj'ment of two hundred thousand francs to the sellers. Between now and then, Monsieur Birotteau can paj- off his notes ; though of course he can't count on what Roguin has carried off to meet them. Even if Monsieur Birotteau should be rather pinched, with a little manipulation he will come out all right." The poor man took courage, as he heard Claparon analyzing the affair and summing it up with advice as to his future conduot. His countenance grew firm and 234 CSmr Birotteau. decided ; and he began to think highly of the late com- mercial traveller's capacity. Du Tillet had thought best to let Claparon believe himself really the victim of Roguin. He had given Claparon a hundred thousand francs to pay over to Roguin the day before the latter's flight, and Roguin had returned the money to du Tillet. Claparon, therefore, to that extent was playing a gen- uine part ; and he told^ whoever would listen to him that Roguin had cost him a hundred thousand francs. Du Tillet thought Claparon was not bold enough, and fancied he had still too much honor and decency to make it safe to trust him with the full extent of his plans ; and he knew him to be mentally incapable of conjecturing them. " If our first friend is not our first dupe, we shall never find a second," he made answer to Claparon, on the day when his catchpenny banker reproached him for the trick ; and he flung him away like a wornout instrument. Monsieur Lebas and Claparon went out together. " I shall pull through," said Birotteau to himself. " My liabilities amount to two hundred and thirty-flve thousand francs ; that is, sixty-five thousand in bills for the costs of the ball, and a hundred and seventy- five thousand given in notes for the lands. To meet these, I have my share of Roguin's assets, say perhaps one hundred thousand francs ; and I can cancel the loan on my property in the Faubourg du Temple, as the mortgagee never paid the money, — in all, one hundred and forty thousand. All depends on making a hundred thousand francs out of Cephalic Oil, and waiting patiently, with the help of a few notes, or a CSsar Birotteau. 235 credit at a banker's, until I repair my losses or the lands about the Madeleine reach their full value." When a man crushed by misfortune is once able to make the fiction of a hope for himself by a series of arguments, more or less reasonable, with which he bol- sters liimself up to rest his head, it often happens that he is realty saved. Manj' a man has derived energj' from the confidence born of illusions. Possibly, hope is the better half of courage ; indeed, the Catholic religion makes it a virtue. Hope ! has it not sustained the weak, and given the fainting heart time and patience to await the chances and changes of life ? C^sar resolved to con- fide his situation to his wife's uncle before seeking for succor elsewhere. But as he walked down the Eue Saint Honor^ towards the Rue des Bourdonnais, he endured an inward anguish and distress which shook him so violently that he fancied his health was giving way. His bowels seemed on fire. It is an established fact that persons who feel through their diaphragms suffer in those parts when overtaken bj^ misfortune, just as others whose perceptions are in their heads suffer from cerebral pains and aff'ections. In great crises, the physical powers are attacked at the point where the individual temperament has placed the vital spark. Feeble beings have the colic. Napoleon slept. Before assailing the confidence of a life-long friendship, and breaking down all the barriers of pride and self-assur- ance, an honorable man must needs feel in his heart — and feel it more than once — the spur of that cruel rider, necessity. Thus it happened that Birotteau had been goaded for two days before he could bring himself to seek his uncle ; it was, indeed, only family reasons 236 Gisar Birofteau. which finally decided him to do so. In any state of the case, it was his dutj' to explain his position to the severe old ironmonger, his wife's uncle. Nevertheless, as he reached the house he felt that inward faintness which a child feels when taken to a dentist's ; but this shrink- ing of the heart involved the whole of his life, past, present, and to come, — it was not the fugitive pain of a moment. He went slowly up the stairs. Cisar Birotteau. 237 II. The old man was reading the " Constitutionel " in his chimney-corner, before a little round table on which stood his frugal breakfast, — a roll, some butter, a plate of Brie cheese, and a cup of coffee. "Here is true wisdom," thought Birotteau, envj'ing his uncle's life. " "Well ! " said Pillerault, taking off his spectacles, " I heard at the cafe David last night about Eoguin's affair, and the assassination of his mistress, la belle Hollandaise. I hope, as we desire to be actual owners of the property, that you obtained Claparon's receipt for the money." " Alas ! uncle, no. The trouble is just there, — you have put your finger upon the sore." " Good God ! you are ruined ! " cried Pillerault, letting fall his newspaper, which Birotteau picked up, though it was the " Constitutionel." Pillerault was so violently roused by his reflections that his face — like the image on a medal and of the same stern character — took a deep bronze tone, such as the metal itself takes under the oscillating tool of a coiner ; he remained motionless, gazing through the window-panes at the opposite wall, but seeing nothing, — listening, however, to Birotteau. Evidently he heard and judged, and weighed the pros and cons with the inflexibility of a Minos who had crossed the Styx of 238 CSsar Birotteau. commerce when he quitted the Quai des Morfondus for his little third storey. "Well, uncle?" said Birotteau, who waited for an answer, after closing what he had to say with an en- treaty that FiUerault would sell sixty thousand francs out of the Funds. " Well, my poor nephew, I cannot do it ; you are too heavily involved. The Eagons and I each lose our fifty thousand francs. Those worthy people have, by my advice, sold their shares in the mines of Wortschin : I feel obliged, in case of loss, not to return the capital of course, but to succor them, and to succor my niece and Cesarine. You may all want bread, and you shall find it with me." " Want bread, uncle? " "Yes, bread. See things as they are, C^sar. You cannot extricate yourself. With five thousand six hun- dred francs income, I could set aside four thousand francs for you and the Ragons. If misfortune overtakes you, — I know Constance, she will work herself to the bone, she will denj' herself everything ; and so will you, Cfear." " All is not hopeless, uncle." " I cannot see it as you do.'' " I will prove that you are mistaken." " Nothing would give me greater happiness." Birotteau left Pillerault without another word. He had come to seek courage and consolation, and he re- ceived a blow less severe, perhaps, than the first ; but instead of striking his head it struck his heart, and his heart was the whole of life to the poor man. After going down a few stairs he returned. CSsar Birotteau. 239 " Monsieur," he said, in a cold voice, " Constance knows nothing. Keep my secret at any rate ; beg the Eagons to say nothing, and not to take from my home the peace I need so much in my struggle against misfortune." Pillerault made a gesture of assent. " Courage, Cesar ! " he said. " I see you are angry with me ; but later, when you think of your wife and daughter, you will do me justice.'' Discouraged by his uncle's opinion, and recognizing its clear-sightedness, C^sar tumbled from the heights of hope into the miry marshes of doubt and uncertaint3'. In such horrible commercial straits a man, unless his soul is tempered like that of Pillerault, becomes tlie plaything of events ; ho follows the ideas of others, or his own, as a traveller pursues a will-o'-the-wisp. lie lets the gust whirl him along, instead of lying flat and not looking up as it passes ; or else gathering himself together to follow the direction of the storm till he can escape from the edges of it. In the midst of his pain Birotteau bethought him of the steps he ought to take about the mortgage on his property. He turned towards the Eue Vivienne to find Derville, his solicitor, and in- stitute proceedings at once, in case the lawyer should see anj" chance of annulling the agreement. He found Derville sitting hy the fire, wrapped in a white woollen dressing-gown, calm and composed in manner, like all lawj-ers long used to receiving terrible confidences. Birotteau noticed for the first time in his life this neces- sarj^ coldness, which struck a chill to the soul of a man grasped by the fever of imperilled interests, — passion- ate, wounded, and cruelly gashed in his life, his honor, 240 Cisar Birotteau. his wife, his child, as C^sar showed himself to be while he related his misfortunes. " If it can be proved," said Derville, after listening to him, " that the lender no longer had in Eoguin's hands the sum which Eoguin pretended to borrow for you upon your property, then, as there has been no delivery of the money, there is ground for annulling the contract ; the lender may seek redress through the warranty, as you will for your hundred thousand francs. I will answer for the case, however, as much as one can ever answer. No case is won till it is tried." The opinion of so able a lawyer restored Cesar's courage a little, and he begged Derville to obtain a judgment within a fortnight. ' The solicitor replied that it might take three months to get such a judgment as would annul the agreement. " Three months ! " cried Birotteau, who needed im- mediate resources. ' ' Though we may get the case at once on the docket, we cannot make j'our adversary keep pace with us. He will employ all the law's delays, and the barristers are seldom ready. Perhaps your opponents will let the case go by default. We can't always get on as we wish," said Derville, smiling. " In the commercial courts — " began Birotteau. " Oh ! " said the* lawyer, " the judges of the commer- cial courts and the judges of the civil courts are differ- ent sorts of judges. You dash through things. At the Palais de Justice we have stricter forms. Forms are the bulwark of law. How would you like slap-dash judgments which can't be appealed, and which would make you lose forty thousand francs ? Well, j'Our ad- C6sar Birotteau. 241 versary, who sees that sum involved, will defend him- self. Delays may be called judicial fortifications." "You are right," said Birotteau, bidding Derville good-by, and going hurriedly away, with death in his heart. " They are all right. Money ! money ! I must have money ! " he cried as he went along the streets, talliing to himself lilte other busy men in the turbulent and seething city, which a modern poet has called a vat. When he entered his shop, the clerk who had carried round the bills informed him that the customers had re- turned the receipts and kept the accounts, as it was so near the first of Januarj'. " Then there is no money to be had anywhere," said the perfumer, aloud. He bit his lips, for the clerks all raised their heads and looked at him. Five days went by ; five daj-s during which Braschon, Lourdois, Thorein, Grindot, Chaffaroux, and all the other creditors with unpaid bills passed through the chameleon phases that are customary to uneasj' cred- itors before thej- take the sanguinary colors of the commercial Bellona, and reach a state of peaceful con- fidence. In Paris the astringent stage of suspicion and mistrust is as quick to declare itself as the expansive flow of confidence is slow in gathering way. The cred- itor who has once turned into the narrow path of com- mercial fears and precautions speedily takes a course of malignant meanness which puts him below the level of his debtor. He passes from specious civility to impatient rage, to the surly clamor of importunity, to bursts of disappointment, to the livid coldness of a mind 16 242 CSsar Birotteau. made up to vengeance, and the scowling insolence of a summons before the courts. Braschon, the rich up- holsterer of the Faubourg Saint-Antoine, who was not invited to the ball, and was therefore stabbed in his self-love, sounded the charge ; he insisted on being paid within twentj'-four hours. He demanded security ; not an attachment on the furniture, but a second mortgage on the property in the Faubourg du Temple. In spite of such attacks and the violence of these recriminations, a few peaceful intervals occurred, when Birotteau breathed once more ; but instead of resolutely facing and vanquishing the first skirmishings of adverse fortune, Cesar employed his whole mind in the effort to keep his wife, the only person able to advise him, from knowing anything about them. He guarded the very threshold of his door, and set a watch on all around him. He took Celestin into confidence so far as to admit a momentary embarrassment, and Celestin examined him with an amazed and inquisitive look. In his eyes C6sar lessened, as men lessen in pres- ence of disasters when accustomed only to success, and when their whole mental strength consists of knowledge which commonplace minds acquire through routine. Menaced as he was on so many sides at once, and without the energy or capacity to defend himself, Cesar nevertheless had the courage to look his position in the face. To meet the payments on his house and on his loans, and to paj' his rents and his current expenses, he required, between the end of December and the fifteenth of January, a sum of sixty thousand francs, half of which must be obtained before the thirtieth of December- Ci&ar Birotteau. 243 All his resources put together gave him a scant twenty thousand ; he lacked ten thousand francs for the first payments. To his mind the position did not seem des- perate ; for like an adventurer who lives from day to day, he saw only the present moment. He resolved to at- tempt, before the news of his embarrassments was made public, what seemed to him a great stroke, and seek out the famous Fran5ois KeUer, banker, orator, and philanthropist, celebrated for his benevolence and for his desire to serve the interests of Parisian commerce, — with the view, we ma3' add, of being always returned to the Chamber as a deputy of Paris. The banker was Liberal, Birotteau was Royalist ; but the perfumer judged by his own heart, and believed that the difference in their political opinions would only be one reason the more for obtaining the credit he intended to ask. In case actual securities were required he felt no doubt of Popinot's devotion, from whom he expected to obtain some thirtj' thousand francs, which would enable him to await the result of his law-suit by satis- fying the demands of the most exacting of the creditors. The demonstrative perfumer, who told his dear Con- stance, with his head on her pillow, the smallest thoughts and feelings of his whole hfe, looking for the lights of her contradiction, and gathering courage as he did so, was now prevented from speaking of his situation to his head-clerk, his uncle, or his wife. His thoughts were therefore doubly heavy, — and yet the generous martj-r preferred to suffer, rather than fling the fiery brand into the soul of his wife. He meant to tell her of the danger when it was over. The awe with which she inspired him gave him courage. He went every 244 C6sar Birotteau, morning to hear Mass at Saint-Roch, and took God for his confidant. " If I do not meet a soldier coming home from Saint- Roch, my request will be granted. That will be (Jod's answer," he said to himself, after praying that God would help him. And he was overjoyed when it happened that he did not meet a soldier. Still, his heart was so heavy that he needed another heart on which to lean and moan. C^sarine, to whom from the first he confided the fatal truth, knew all his secrets. Many stolen glances passed between them, glances of despair or smothered hope, — interpellations of the eye darted with mutual eager- ness, inquiries and replies full of sj'mpathy, rays passing from soul to soul. Birotteau compelled him- self to seem gay, even jovial, with his wife. If Con- stance asked a question — bah ! everything was going well ; Popinot (about whom Cdsar knew nothing) was succeeding ; the oil was looking up ; the notes with Claparon would be paid ; there was nothing to fear. His mock joy was terrible to witness. When his wife had fallen asleep in the sumptuous bed, Birotteau would rise to a sitting posture and think over his troubles. C6sarine would sometimes creep in with bare feet, in her chemise, and a shawl over her white shoulders. "Papa, I hear you, — you are crying," she would say, crying herself. Birotteau sank into such torpor, after writing the letter which asked for an interview with the great Francois Keller, that his daughter took him out for ■ a walk through the streets of Paris. For the first Cisar Birotleau. 245 time he was roused to notice enormous scarlet pla- cards on all the walls, and his eyes encountered the words " Cephalic Oil." While catastrophes thus threatened "The Queen of Roses " to westward, the house of A. Popinot was rising, radiant in the eastern splendors of success. By the advice of Gaudissart and Finot, Anselme launched his oil heroically. Two thousand placards were pasted in three daj-s on the most conspicuous spots in all Paris. No one could avoid coming face to face with Cephalic Oil, and reading a pithj' sentence, constructed by Fi- not, which announced the impossibility of forcing the hair to grow and the dangers of dj'eing it, and was judiciously accompanied by a quotation from Vauque- lin's report to the Academy of Sciences, — in short, a regular certificate of life for dead hair, offered to all those who used Cephalic Oil. Every hair-dresser in Paris, and all the perfumers, ornamented their door- waj's with gilt frames containing a fine impression of the prospectus on vellum, at the top of which shone the engraving of Hero and Leander, reduced in size, with the following assertion as an epigraph : " The peoples of antiquity preserved their hair by the use of CephaKc Oil." "He has devised frames, permanent frames, per- petual placards," said Birotteau to himself, quite dumb- founded as he stood before the shop-front of the Cloche d' Argent. " Then you have not seen," said his daughter, " the frame which Monsieur Anselme brought with his own hands, sending Celestin three hundred bottles of oil?" "No," he said. 246 CSsar Birotteau. "Celestin has already sold fifty to passers-by, and sixty to regular customers." " Ah ! " exclaimed Cesar. The poor man, bewildered bj' the clash of bells ■which misery jangles in the ears of its victims, lived and moved in a dazed condition. The night before, Popi- not had waited more than an hour to see him, and went away after talking with Constance and C^sarine, who told him that Cesar was absorbed in his great enterprise. " Ah, true I the lands about the Madeleine." Happily, Popiuot — who for a month had never left the Eue des Cinq-Diamants, sitting up all night, and working all Sunday at the manufactory — had seen neither the Eagons, nor Pillerault, nor his uncle the judge. He allowed himself but two hours' sleep, poor lad ! he had only two clerks, but at the rate things were now going, he would soon need four. In business, op- L- tfOTtunityJ s everything. He who does not spring upon the back of success and clutch it by the mane, lets fortune escape. Popinot felt that his suit would prosper if six months hence he could say to his uncle and aunt, " I am secure ; ray fortunejg made," and carry to Birot- teau thirtj' or forty thousand francs as his share of the profits. He was ignorant of Roguin's fiight, of the disasters and embarrassments which were closing down on Cesar, and he therefore could say nothing indiscreet to Madame Birotteau. Popinot had promised Finot five hundred francs for every puff in a first-class newspaper, and already there were ten of them ; three hundred francs for every second-rate paper, and there were ten of those, — in all of them Cephalic Oil was mentioned three times CSsar Birotteau. 247 a month ! Finot saw three thousand francs for himself out of these eight thousand. — his first stake on the vast green table of speculation ! He therefore sprang like a lion on his friends and acquaintances ; he haunted the editorial rooms ; he wormed himself to the very bed- sides of editors in the morning, and prowled about the lobby of the theatres at night. "Think of my oil, dear friend ; I have no interest in it — bit of good fel- lowship, you know ! " " Gaudissart, J0II3- dog ! " Such was the first and the last phrase of all his allocutions. He begged for the bottom lines of the final columns of the newspapers, and inserted articles for which he asked no pay from the editors. Wily as a supernumer- ary who wants to be an actor, wide-awake as an errand- boy who earns sixty francs a month, he wrote wheedhng letters, flattered the self-love of editors-in-chief, and did them base services to get his articles inserted. Monej% dinners, platitudes, all served the purpose of his eager activity. With tickets for the theatre, he bribed the printers who about midnight are finishing up the columns of a newspaper with little facts and ready-made items kept on hand. At that hour Finot hovered around printing-presses, busy, apparently, with proofs to be corrected. Keeping friends with every- bodj-, he brought Cephalic Oil to a triumphant suc- cess over Pate de Eegnauld, and Brazilian Mixture, and all the other inventions which had the genius to comprehend journalistic influence and the suction power that reiterated newspaper articles have upon the public mind. In these early days of their innocence many journalists were like cattle ; they were unaware of their inborn power; their heads were full of ac- 248 Cesar Birotteau. tresses, — Florine, Tullia, Mariette, etc. They laid down the law to everybod}-, but they picked up nothing for themselves. As Finot's schemes did not concern ac- tresses who wanted applause, nor plays to be puffed, nor vaudevilles to be accepted, nor articles which had to be paid for, — on the contrary, he paid money on occasion, and gave timely breakfasts, — there was soon not a newspaper in Paris which did not mention Cephalic Oil, and call attention to its remarkable concurrence with the principles of Vauquelin's analj'sis ; ridiculing all those who thought hair could' be made to grow, and proclaiming the danger of dj'cing it. These articles rejoiced the soul of Gaudissart, who used them as ammunition to destro}' prejudice, bringing to bear upon the provinces what his successors have since named, in honor of him, ' ' the charge of the tongue-batter}'." In those days Parisian newspapers xruled the departments, which were still (unhappy re- gions !) without local, orgtans. The papers were there- fore soberly studied, from the title to the name of the printer, — a last line which maj' have hidden the ironies of persecuted opinion. Gaudissart, thus backed up by the press, met with startling success from the verj- first town which he favored with his tongue. Every shop- keeper in the provinces wanted the gilt frames, and the prospectuses with Hero and Leander at the top of them. In Paris, Finot fired at Macassar Oil that delightful joke which made people so merrj- at the Funambules, when Pierrot, taking an old hair-broom, anointed it with Macassar Oil, and the broom incontinently became a mop. This ironical scene excited universal laughter. Finot gayly related in after days that without the CSsar Birotteau. 249 thousand crowns he earned through Cephalic Oil he should have died of misery and despair. To him a thousand crowns was fortune. It was in this campaign that he guessed — let him have the honor of being the first to do so — the illimitable power of advertisement, of which he made so great and so judicious a use. Three months later he became editor-in-chief of a little journal which he finally bought, and which laid the foundation of his ultimate success. Just as the tongue- battery of the illustrious Gaudissart, that Murat of travellers, when brought to bear upon the provinces and the frontiers, made the house of A. Popinot and Company a triumphant mercantile success in the countr}- regions, so likewise did Cephalic Oil triumph in Parisian opinion, thanks to Finot's famishing assault upon the newspapers, which gave it as much publicity as that obtained by Bra- zilian Mixture and the Pate de Regnauld. From the start, public opinion, thus carried by storm, begot three successes, three fortunes, and proved the, advance guard of that invasion of ambitious schemes which since have poured their crowded battalions into the arena of journalism, for which they have created — oh, mighty revolution ! — the paid advertisement. The name of A. Popinot and Company now flaunted on all the walls and all the shop-fronts. Incapable of perceiving the full bearing of such publicity, Birotteau merely said to his daughter, — " Little Popinot is following in my steps." He did not understand the difference of the times, nor appreciate the power of the novel methods of exe- cution, whose rapidity and extent took in, far more promptly than ever before, the whole commercial uni- 250 CSsar Birotteau. verse. Birotteau had not set foot in his manufactory since the ball ; he knew nothing therefore of the energy and enterprise displaj'ed by Popinot. Anselme had en- gaged all Cesar's workmen, and often slept himself on the premises. His fancy pictured Cesarine sitting on the cases, and hovering over the shipments ; her name seemed printed on the bills ; and as he worked with his coat off, and his shirt-sleeves rolled up, courageously nailing up the cases himself, in default of the necessary clerks, he said in his heart, " She shall be mine ! " The following day Cesar went to Francois Keller's house in Eue da Houssaye, having spent the night turning over in his mind what he ought to say, or ought not to say, to a leading man in banking circles. Hor- rible palpitations of the heart assailed him as he ap- proached the house of the Liberal banker, who belonged to a partj' accused, with good reason, of seeking the overthrow of the restored Bourbons. The perfumer, like all the lesser tradesmen of Paris, was ignorant of the habits and customs of the upper banking circles. Between the higher walks of finance and ordinary com- merce, there is in Paris a class of secondary houses, useful intermediaries for banking interests, which find in them an additional security. Constance and Birotteau, who had never gone beyond their means, whose purse had never run dry, and who kept their monejs in their own possession, had so far never needed the services of these intermediary houses ; they were therefore un- known in the higher regions of a bank. Perhaps it is a mistake not to take out credits, even if we do not need them. Opinions vary on this point. However that CSsar Birotteau. 251 may be, Birotteau now deeply regretted that his signa- ture was unltnown. iStill, as deputy-mayor, and there- fore known in politics, he thought he had only to present his name and be admitted : he was quite igno- rant of the ceremonial, half regal, which attended an audience with Fran9ois Keller. He was shown into a salon which adjoined the study of the celebrated banker, — celebrated in A'arious ways. Birotteau found himself among a numerous companj' of deputies, writers, jour- nalists, stock-brokers, merchants of the upper grades, agents, engineers, and above all satellites, or hench- men, who passed from group to group, and knocked in a peculiar manner at the door of the study, which they were, as it seemed, privileged to enter. — "What am I in the midst pf all this?" thought 'Birotteau, quite bewildered hj the stir of this intellect- ual kiln, where the AsWj bread of the opposition was kneaded and baked, and the scenes of the grand tragi- comedy played by the Left were rehearsed. On one side he heard them discussing the question of loans to complete the net-work of canals proposed by the de- j partment on highwaj's ; and the discussion involved millions ! On the other, journalists, pandering to the banker's self-love, were talking about the session of the day before, and the impromptu speech of the great man. In tlie course of two long hours Birotteau saw the banker three times, as he accompanied certain persons of importance three steps from the door of his study. But FrauQois Keller went to the door of the ante- chamber with the last, who was General F03'. " There is no hope for me ! " thought Birotteau with a shrinking heart. 252 Cisar Birotteau. When the banker returned to his studj', the troop of courtiers, friends, and self-seekers pressed round him lilje dogs pursuing a bitch. A few bold curs slipped, in spite of him, into the sanctum. The conferences lasted five, ten, or fifteen minutes. Some went away chap- fallen ; others affected satisfaction, and took on airs of importance. Time passed ; Birotteau looked anxiously at the clock. No one paid the least attention to the hidden grief which moaned silently in the gilded arm- chair in the chimney corner, near the door of the cabinet where dwelt the universal panacea — credit ! Cesar remembered sadly that for a brief moment he too had been a king among his own people, as this man was a king daily ; and he measured the depth of the abyss down which he had fallen. Ah, bitter thought! how many tears were driven back during those waiting hours ! how many times did he not pray to God that this man might be favorable to him ! for he saw, through the coarse varnish of popular good humor, a tone of in- solence, a choleric tyranny, a brutal desire to rule, which terrified- his gentle spirit. At last, when only ten or twelve persons were left in the room, Birotteau resolved that the next time the outer door of the study turned on its hinges he would rise and face the great orator, and say to him, " I am Birotteau ! " The gren- adier who sprang first into the redoubt at Moscow dis- played no greater courage than C^sar now summoned up to perform this act. " After all, I am his mayor," he said to himself as he rose to proclaim his name. The countenance of FranQois Keller at once became affable ; he evidently desired to be cordial. He glanced Cesar Birotteau. 253 at Cdsar's red ribbon, and stepping back, opened the door of his study and motioned him to enter, remain- ing himself for some time to spealf with two men, who rushed in from the staircase with the violence of a waterspout. " Decazes wants to speak to you," said one of them. " It is a question of defeating the Pavilion Marsan ! " cried the other. " The King's eyes are opened. He is coming round to us." "We will go together to the Chamber," said the banker, striking the attitude of the frog who imitates an ox. "How can he find time to think of business?" thought Birotteau, much disturbed. The sun of successful superiority dazzled the per- fumer, as light blinds those insects who seek the falling day or the half-shadows of a starlit night. On a table of immense size laj' the budget, piles of the Chamber records, open volumes of the " Moniteur,'' with passages carefull3- marked, to throw at the head of a Minister his forgotten words and force him to recant them, under the jeering plaudits of a foolish crowd incapable of perceiving how circumstances alter cases. On an- other table were heaped portfolios, minutes, projects, specifications, and all the thousand memoranda brought to bear upon a man into whose funds so manj- nascent industries sought to dip. The royal luxury of this cabinet, filled with pictures, statues, and works of art ; the encumbered chimney-piece ; the accumulation of many Interests, national and foreign, heaped together like bales, — all struck Birotteau's mind, dwarfed his powers, heightened his terror, and froze his blood. 254 CSsar Birotteau. On Fran5ois Keller's desk lay bundles of notes and checks, letters of credit, and commercial circulars. Keller sat down and began to sign rapidly such letters as needed no examination. " Monsieur, to what do I owe the honor of this visit? " At these words, uttered for him alone by a voice which influenced all Europe, while the eager hand was running over the paper, the poor perfumer felt some- thing that was like a hot ir on in his stomach. He as- sumed the ingratiating manner which for ten years past the banker had seen all men put on when they wanted to get the better of him for their own purposes, and which gave him at once the advantage over them. Frangois Keller accordingly darted at Cesar a look which shot tlirough hrs head, — a Napoleonic look. This imitatTon of Napoleon's glance was a silly satire, then popular with certain parvenus who had never been so much as the base coin of their emperor. This glance 'fell upon Birotteau, a devotee of the Eight, a partisan of the government, — himself an element of monarchical election, — like the stamp of a custom- house ofHcer affixed to a bale of merchandise. " Monsieur, I will not waste your time ; I will be brief. I come on commercial business only, — to ask if I can obtain a credit. I was formerly a judge of the commercial courts, and known to the Bank of France. You will easily- understand that if I had plenty of ready money I need only apply there, where j'ou are yourself a director. I had the honor of sitting on the Bench of commerce with Monsieur le baron Thibon, chairman of the committee on discounts ; and he, most assuredly, would not refuse me. But up to this time I have never CSsar Birotteau. 255 made use of m^' credit or my signature ; my signature is virgin, — and you know what difficulties that puts in the way of negotiation." Keller moved his head, and Birotteau took the move- ment for one of impatience. "Monsieur, these are the facts," he resumed. "I am engaged in an affair of landed property, outside of my business — " Francois Keller, who continued to sign and read his documents, without seeming to listen to Birotteau, here turned round and made him a little sign of attention, which encouraged the poor man. He thought the matter was taking a favorable turn, and breathed again. " Go on ; I hear j'ou," said Keller good-naturedlj'. " I have purchased, at half its value, certain land about the Madeleine — " ' ' Yes ; I heard Nucingen speak of that immense affair, — undertaken, I believe, by Claparon and Company." "Well," continued Cesar, "a credit of a hundred thousand francs, secured on ray share of the purchase, will suffice to carry me along until I can reap certain profits from a discovery of mine in perfumery. Should it be necessary, I will cover your risk by notes on a new establishment, — the firm of A. Popinot — " Keller seemed to care very little about the firm of Popinot; and Birotteau, perceiving that he had made a false move, stopped short ; then, alarmed by the si- lence, he resumed, " As for the interest, we — " "Yes, yes," said the banker, "the matter can be arranged ; don't doubt my desire to be of service to you. Busy as I am, — for I have the finances of 256 CSmr Birotteau. Europe on my shoulders, and the Chamber takes all my time, — you will not be surprised to hear that I leave the vast bulk of our affairs to the examination of others. Go and see my brother Adolphe, downstairs ; explain to him the nature of your securities ; if he approves of the operation, come back here with him to-morrow or the day after, at five in the morning, — the hour at which I examine into certain business mat- ters. We shall be proud and happy to obtain your confidence. You are one of those consistent royahsts with whom, of course, we are political enemies, but whose good-will is always flattering — " " Monsieur," said Cesar, elated by this specimen of tribune eloquence, "I trust I am as worthy of the honor you do me as I was of the signal and royal favor which I earned by my services on the Bench of com- merce, and by fighting — " "Yes, yes," interrupted the banker, "your reputa- tion is a passport. Monsieur Birotteau. You will, of course, propose nothing that is not feasible, and you can depend on our co-operation." A lady, Madame Keller, one of the two daughters of the Comte de Gondreville, here opened a door which Birotteau had not observed. " I hope to see you before you go to the Chamber," she said. " It is two o'clock," exclaimed the banker ; " the bat- tle has begun. Excuse me, monsieur, it is a question of upsetting the ministry. See my brother — " He conducted the perfumer to the door of the salon, and said to one of the servants, " Show monsieur the way to Monsieur Adolphe." Cisar Birotteau. 257 As C^sar traversed a labjTinth of staircases, under the guidance of a man in livery, towards an ofHce far less sumptuous but more useful than that of the head of the house, feeling himself astride the gentle steed of hope, he stroked his chin, and augured well from the flatteries of the great man. He regretted that an enemy of the Bourbons should be so gracious, so able, so fine an orator. Full of these illusions he entered a cold bare room, furnished with two desks on rollers, some shabby arm- chairs, a threadbare carpet, and curtains that were much neglected. This cabinet was to that of the elder brother like a kitchen to a dining-room, or a work-room to a shop. Here were turned inside out all matters touching the bank and commerce ; here all enterprises were sifted, and the first tithes levied, on behalf of the bank, upon the profits of industries judged worthy of being upheld. Here were devised those bold strokes by which short-lived monopolies were called into being and rapidly sucked dry. Here defects of legislation were chronicled ; and bargains driven, without shame, for what the Bourse terms "pickings to be gobbled up," commissions exacted for the smallest services, such as lending their name to an enterprise, and allow- ing it credit. Here were hatched the specious, legal plots by which silent partnershiijs were taken in doubt- ful enterprises, that the bank might lie in wait for the moment of success, and then crush them and seize the property by demanding a return of the capital at a crit- ical moment, — an infamous trick, which involves and ruins many small shareholders. The two brothers had each selected his appropriate 17 258 CSsar Birotteau. part. Upstairs, Frangois, the brilliant man of the world and of politics, assumed a regal air, bestowed courtesies and promises, and made himself agreeable to all. His manners were easy and complying ; he looked at business from a lofty standpoint ; he intoxicated new recruits and fledgling speculators with the wine of his favor and his fervid speech, as he made plain to them their own ideas. Downstairs, Adolphe unsaid his brother's words, excused him on the ground of political preoccupation, and cleverly slipped the rake along the cloth. He played the part of the responsible partner, the careful business man. Two words, two speeches, two interviews, were required before an understanding could be reached with this perfidious house. Often the gracious " j'es" of the sumptuous upper floor became a dry "no" in Adolphe's region. This obstructive man- oeuvre gave time for reflection, and often served to fool unskilful applicants. As Cesar entered, the banker's brother was conversing with the famous Palma, intimate adviser of the house of KeUer, who retired on the ap- pearance of the perfumer. When Birotteau had ex- plained his errand, Adolphe — much the cleverest of the two brothers, a thorough lynx, with a keen eye, thin lips, and a dry skin — cast at Birotteau, lowering his head to look over his spectacles as he did so, a look which we must call the banker-look, — a cross between that of a vulture and that of an attorney ; eager yet indifierent, clear yet vague, glittering though sombre. " Have the goodness to send me the deeds relating to the afl'air of the Madeleine," he said ; " our security in making you this credit lies there : we must examine them before we consent to make it, or discuss the terms. CSsar Birotteau. 259 If the affair is sound, we shall be willing, so as not to embarrass you, to take a share of the profits in place of receiving a discount." "Well," thought Birotteau, as he walked away, "I see what it means. Like the hunted beaver, I am to give up a part of my skin. After all, it is better to be shorn than killed." He went home smihng gayly, and his gayety was genuine. " I am saved," he said to C6sarine. " I am to have a credit with the Kellers." 260 CSsar Birotteau. III. It was not until the 29t]i of December that Birotteau was allowed to re-enter Adolphe's cabinet. The first time he called, Adolphe had gone into the country to look at a piece of property which the great orator thought of buying. The second time, the two Kellers were deeply engaged for the whole day, preparing a tender for a loan proposed in the Chamber, and they begged Mon- sieur Birotteau to return on the following Friday. These delays were killing to the poor man. But Fri- day came at last. Birotteau found himself in the cabi- net, placed in one corner of the fireplace, facing the light from a window, with Adolphe Keller opposite to him. "They are all right, monsieur," said the banker, pointing to the deeds. ' ' But what payments have you made on the price of the land ? " ' ' One hundred and forty thousand francs." "Cash?" " Notes." "Are they paid?" " They are not yet due." " But supposing you have paid more than the present value of the property, where will be our security? It will rest solely on the respect you inspire, and the con- sideration in which you are held. Business is not con- ducted on sentiment. If you had paid two hundred thousand francs, supposing that there were another one CSsar Birotteau. 261 hundred thousand paid down in advance for possession of the land, we should then have the security of a hun- dred thousand francs, to warrant us in giving you a credit of one hundred thousand. The result might be to make us owners of your share by our paying for it, instead of your doing so ; consequently we must be satis- fled that the affair is a sound one. To wait five years to double our capital won't do for us ; it is better to employ it in other ways. There are so many chances ! You are trying to circulate paper to pay your notes when they fall due, — a dangerous game. It is wiser to step back for a better leap. The affair does not suit us." This sentence struck Birotteau as if the executioner had stamped his shoulder with the marking-iron ; he lost his head. "Come," said Adolphe, "my brother feels a great interest in you ; he spoke of you to me. Let us exam- ine into your affairs," he added, glancing at C^sar with the look of a courtesan eager to pay her rent. Birotteau became Molineux, — a being at whom he had once laughed so loftily. Enticed along by the banker, — who enjoyed disentangling the bobbins of the poor man's thought, and who knew as well how to cross- question a merchant as Popinot the judge knew how to make a criminal betray himself, — Cesar recounted all his enterprises ; he put forward his Double Paste of Sultans and Carminative Balm, the Eoguin affair, and his lawsuit about the mortgage on which he had received no monej'. As he watched the smiling, attentive face of Keller and the motions of his head, Birotteau said to himself, "He is listening; I interest him; I shall get my credit ! " Adolphe Keller was laughing at 262 CSsar Birotteau. C^sar, just as C^sar had laughed at Molineux. Car- ried away by the lust of speech peculiar to those who are made drunk by misfortune, C^sar revealed his inner man ; he gave his measure when he ended by offering the security of Cephalic Oil and the firm of Popinot, — his last stake. The worthy man, led on by false hopes, allowed Adolphe Keller to sound and fathom him, and he stood revealed to the banker's eyes as a roj-alist jackass on the point of failure. Delighted to foresee the bankruptcy of a deputy-mayor of the ar- rondissement, an official just decorated, and a man in power, Keller now curtly told Birotteau that he could neither give him a credit nor saj' anj'thing in his fa-, vor to his brother Fran5ois. If Fran9ois gave way to idiotic generosity, and helped people of another way of thinking from his own, men who were his political enemies, he, Adolphe, would oppose with might and main any attempt to make a dupe of him, aiid would prevent him frpm holding out a hand to the adversary of Napoleon, wounded at Saint-Eoeh. Birotteau, exas- perated, tried to say something about the cupidity of the great banking-houses, their harshness, their false philanthropy ; but he was seized with so violent a pain that he could scarcely stammer a few words about the Bank of France, from which the Kellers were allowed to borrow. " Yes," said Adolphe Keller ; " but the Bank would never discount paper which a private bank refused." "The Bank of France," said Birotteau, " has always seemed to me to miss its vocation when it congratulates itself, as it does in presenting its reports, on never losing more than one or two hundred thousand francs CSsar Birotteau. 263 through Parisian commerce : it should be the guardian and protector of Parisian comtDerce." Adolphe smiled, and got up with the air and gesture of being bored. " If the Bank were mixed up as silent partners with people who are involved in the most knavish and hazardous market in the world, it would soon have to hand in its schedule. It has, even now, immense dif- ficulty in protecting itself against forgeries and false circulations of all kinds. Where would it be if it had to take account of the business of every one who wanted to get something out of it ? " " Where shall I find ten thousand francs for to- morrow, the Thirtieth?" cried Birotteau, as he crossed the courtyard. According to Parisian custom, notes were paid on the thirtieth, if the thirty-flrst was a holiday. As Cesar reached the outer gate, his eyes bathed in tears, he scarcely saw a fine English horse, covered with sweat, which drew the handsomest cabriolet that roUed in those days along the pavements of Paris, and which was now pulled up suddenly beside him. He would gladlj' have been run over and crushed by it ; if he died by accident, the confusion of his affairs would be laid to that circumstance. He did not recognize du Tillet, who in elegant morning dress jumped lightly down, throwing the reins to his groom and a blanket over the back of his smoking thoroughbred. "What chance brings you here?" said the former clerk to his old patron. Du Tillet knew very well what it was, for the Kellers 264 CSsar Birotteau. had made inquiries of Claparon, who by referring them to du Tillet had demolished the past reputation of the poor man. Though quickly checked, the tears on Cesar's face spoke volumes. " Is it possible that you have asked assistance from these Bedouins?" said du Tillet, " these cut- throats of commerce, full of infamous tricks ; who run up indigo when they have monopohzed the trade, and pull down rice to force the holders to sell at low prices, and so enable them to manage the market? Atrocious pirates, who have neither faith, nor law, nor soul, nor honor! You don't know what they are capable of doing. They will give you a credit if they think you have got a good thing, and close it the moment you get into the thick of the enterprise ; and then you will be forced to make it all over to them, at any villanous price they choose to give. Havre, Bordeaux, Marseilles, could tell you tales about them ! They make use of politics to cover up their filthy ways. If I were you I should get what I could out of them in any way, and without scruple. Let us walk on, Birotteau. Joseph, lead the horse about, he is too hot : the devil ! he is a capital of a thousand crowns." So saying, he turned toward the boulevard. ' ' Come, my dear master, — for j-ou were once my mas- ter, — tell me, are you in want of money? Have they asked you for securities, the scoundrels ? I, who know you, I offer you money on your simple note. I have made an honorable fortune with infinite pains. I began it in Germany ; I may as well tell you that I bought up the debts of the king, at sixty per cent of their amount : your indorsement was very useful to me at that time, CSsar Birotteau. 265 and I am not ungrateful, — not I. If you want ten thousand francs, they are yours." " Du Tillet ! " cried Cesar, " can it be true? you are not joking with me? Yes, I am rather pinched, but only for a moment." " I know, — that affair of Roguin," replied du Tillet. " Hey ! I am in for ten thousand francs which the old rogue borrowed of me just before he went off; but Madame Roguin will pay them back from her dower. I have advised the poor woman not to be so foolish as to spend her own fortune in paying debts contracted^ for a prostitute. Of course, it would be well if she paid everything, but she cannot favor some creditors to the detriment of others. You are not a Roguin ; I know you," said du Tillet, — "j'ou would blow your brains out rather than make me lose a sou. Here we are at Rue de la Chaussee-d'Antin ; come home with me." The upstart took pleasure in leading his old master through a gorgeous appartement, instead of entering at once by the counting-room ; he led him slowlj' that he might see the sumptuous dining-room, decorated with pictures bought in Germany, and the two salons, of an elegance and luxui-y Birotteau had never beheld except in the mansion of the Due de Lenoncourt. The eyes of the good bourgeois were dazzled by the gilded walls, the works of art, the precious vases, and distracting bric-a-brac, and all the manj' pretty details before which the luxury of Madame Cesar's appartement paled. Knowing the cost of his own folly, C^sar asked himself, " Where did he get all these millions? " ,. They entered a bedroom, with which Madame Birot- teau's compared like that of a chorus-singer's on a 266 CSsar Birotteau. fourth floor with the appartement of a prima-donna. The ceiling was of violet-colored satin, heightened in its effect by folds of white satin ; a rug of ermine lay at the bedside, and contrasted with the purple tones of a Turkish carpet. The furniture and all the accessories were novel in shape, costly, and choice in character. Birotteau paused before an exquisite clock, decorated with Cupid and Psyche, just designed for a famous banker, fi-om whom du Tillet had obtained the sole copy ever made of it. The former master and his former clerk at last reached an elegant coquettish cabinet, more redolent of love than finance. Madame Roguia had doubtless contributed, in return for the care be- stowed upon her fortune, the paper-knife in chiselled gold, the paper-weights of carved malachite, and all the costly knick-knacks of unrestrained luxury. The carpet, one of the rich products of Belgium, was as pleasant to the eye as to the foot which felt the soft thickness of its texture. Du Tillet made the poor, amazed, bewildered perfumer sit down at a corner of the fireplace. " Will you breakfast with me?" He rang' the bell. Enter a footman better dressed than Birotteau. "Tell Monsieur Legras to come here, and then find Joseph at the door of the Messrs. Keller ; tell him to return to the stable. Leave word with Adolphe Keller that instead of going to see him, I shall expect him at the Bourse ; and order breakfast served immediately.'' These commands amazed C4sar. " He whistles to that formidable Adolphe Keller like , a dog ! — he, du TiUet ! " CSsar Birotteau. 267 A little tiger, about a thumb high, set out a table which Birotteau had not observed, so slim was it, and brought in a pate de Ibie gias, a bottle of claret, and a number of daiuty dishes which only appeared in Birot- teau's household once in three months, on great festive occasions. Du Tillet enjoyed the effect. His hatred towards the only man who had it in his power to de- spise him burned so hotly that Birotteau seemed, even to his own mind, like a sheep defending itself against a tiger. For an instant a generous idea entered du TUlet's heart : he asked himself if his vengeance were not sufficiently accomplished. He hesitated between this awakened mercy and his dormant hate. "I can annihilate him commercially," he thought; "I have the power of life or death over him, — over his wife who insulted me, and his daughter whose hand once seemed to me a fortune. I have got his money ; suppose I content myself with letting the poor fool swim at the end of a line I'll hold for him?" Honest minds are devoid of tact ; their excellence is uncaleulating, even unreflecting, because they are wholly without evasions or mental reservations of their own. Birotteau now brought about his downfall ; he incensed the tiger, pierced him to the heart without knowing it, made him implacable by a thoughtless word, a eulogy, a virtuous recognition,- — bj' the kind-heartedness, as it were, of his own integrity. When the cashier entered, du Tillet motioned him to take notice of Cesar. " Monsieur Legras, bring me ten thousand francs, and a note of hand for that amount, drawn to my order, at ninety days' sight, by monsieur, who is Monsieur C^sar Birotteau, you know." 268 Cisar Birotteau. Du Tillet cut the pat^, poured out a glass of claret, and urged C6sar to eat. The poor man felt he was saved, and gave way to convulsive laughter ; he played with his watch-chain, and only put a mouthful into his mouth, when du Tillet said to him, " You are not eat- ing ! " Birotteau thus betrayed the depths of the abyss into which du TUlet's hand had plunged him, from which that hand now withdrew him, and into which it had the power to plunge him again. "When the cash- ier returned, and C^sar signed the note, and felt the ten bank-notes in his pocket, he was no longer master of himself. A moment sooner, and the Bank, his neighbor- hood, every one, was about to know that he could not meet his payments, and he must have told his ruin to Ms wife ; now, all was safe ! The joy of this deliver- ance equalled in its intensity the tortures of his peril. The eyes of the poor man moistened, in spite of himself. " What is the matter, my dear master?" asked du Tillet. " Would you not do for me to-morrow what I do for you to-day ? Is it not as simple as saying. How do you do ? " " Du Tillet," said the worthy man, with gravity and emphasis, and rising to take the hand of his former clerk, "I give you back my esteem." " What! had I lost it?" cried du TiUet, so vio- lently stabbed in the very bosom of his prosperity that the color came into his face. "Lost? — well, not precisely," said Birotteau, thun- der-struck at his own stupidity ; " they told me certain things about j'our liaison with Madame Eoguin. The devU ! taking the wife of another man, — " CSsar Birotteau. 269 " You are beating round the bush, old fellow," thought du Tillet, and as the words crossed his mind he came back to his original project, and vowed to bring that virtue low, to trample it under foot, to render despicable in the marts of Paris the honorable and virtuous merchant who had caught him, red-handed, in a theft. All hatreds, public or private, from woman to woman, from man to man, have no other cause than some such detection. People do not hate each other for injured interests, for wounds, not even for a blow ; all such wrongs can be redressed. But to have been seized, flagrante delicto, in a base act ! The duel which follows between the criminal and the witness of his crime ends only with the death of the one or of the other. "Oh! Madame Eoguin ! " said du Tillet, jestingly, " don't j-ou call that & feather in a young man's cap? I understand you, my dear master ; somebodj^ has told you that she lent me money. Well, on the contrary' it is I who have protected her fortune, which was strangelj- Involved in her husband's affairs. The origin of my fortune is pure, as I have just told you. I had nothing, you know. Young men are sometimes in positions of frightful necessity. They may lose their self-control in the depths of povertj', and if they make, as the Ee- public made, forced loans — well, they pay them back ; and in so doing they are more honest than France herself." " That is true," cried Birotteau. " My son, God — is it not Voltaire who says, — " ' He rendered repentance the virtue of mortals' ? " 270 Cisar Birotteau. " Provided," answered du Tillet, stabbed afresh by this quotation, — " provided they do not carry off the property of their neighbors, basely, meanly ; as, for ex- ample, you would do if you failed within three months, and my ten thousand francs went to perdition." "I fail ! " cried Birotteau, who had taken three glasses of wine, and was half-drunk with joy. "Everybody knows what I think about failure ! Failure is death to a merchant ; I should die of it ! " " I drink your health," said du Tillet. "Your health and prosperity," returned C^sar. "Why don't j-ou buy your perfumery from me?" " The fact is," said du Tillet, " I am afraid of Madame Cesar; she alwaj's made an impression on me. If yon had not been my master, on my word ! I — " " You are not the first to think her beautiful ; others have desired her ; but she loves me ! Well, now, du Tillet, my friend," resumed Birotteau, " don't do things by halves." "What is it?" Birotteau explained the affair of the lands to his former clerk, who pretended to open his eyes wide, and complimented the perfumer on his perspicacity and penetration, and praised the enterprise. " Well, I am very glad to have your approbation; you are thought one of the wise-heads of the banking business, du Tillet. Dear fellow, you might get me a Credit at the Bank of France, so that I can wait for the profits of Cephalic Oil at my ease." " I can give you a letter to the firm of Nucingen," answered du Tillet, perceiving that he could make his victim dance all the figures in the reel of bankruptcy. CSsar Birotteau. 271 Ferdinand sat down to Ms desk and wrote the follow- ing letter : — To Monsieur le baron de Nucingen : My dear Baron, — The bearer of this letter is Monsieur Cesar Birotteau, deputy-mayor of the second arrondissement, and one of the best known manufacturers of Parisian per- fumery ; he wishes to have business relations with your house. You can confidently do all that he asks of you; and in oblig- ing him you wiU oblige Your friend, F. DU TlLLET. Du Tillet did not dot the i in his signature. To those with whom he did business this intentional error was a sign previously agreed upon. The strongest recommen- dations, the warmest appeals contained in the letter were to mean nothing. All such letters, in which ex- clamation marks were suppliants and du Tillet placed himself, as it were, upon his knees, were to be consid- ered as extorted by necessity ; he could not refuse to write them, but they were to be regarded as not written. Seeing the i without a dot, the correspondent was to amuse the petitioner with empty promises. Even men of the world, and sometimes the most distinguished, are thus gulled like children bj' business men, bankers, and lawyers, who all have a double signature, — one dead, the other living. The cleverest among them are fooled in this way. To understand the trick, we must •?, experience the two-fold effects of a warm letter and a cold one. " You have saved me, du Tillet! " said Cesar, read- ing the letter. "Thank heaven!" said du Tillet, "ask for what y 272 CSsar Birotteau. money you want. When Nucingen reads my letter he will give you all you need. Unhappily, my own funds are tied up for a few days ; if not, I certainly would not send you to the great banking princes. The Kellers are mere pygmies compared with Baron de Nucingen. Law reappears on earth in Nucingen. With this letter of mine you can face the 15th of January, and after that, we will see about it. Nucingen and I are the best friends in the world ; he would not disoblige me for a million." "It is a guarantee in itself," thought Birotteau, as he went away full of gratitude to his old clerk. " Well, a benefit is never lost ! " he continued, philosophizing ver}' wide of the mark. Nevertheless, one thought embittered his joy. For several days he had prevented his wife from looking into the ledgers ; he put the busi- ness on C^lestin's shoulders and assisted in it himself; he wished, apparently, that his wife and daughter should be at liberty to take full enjoyment out of the beautiful appartement he had given them. But the first flush of happiness over, Madame Birotteau would have died rather than renounce her right of personally inspecting the affairs of the house, — of holding, as she phrased it, the handle of the frying-pan. Birotteau was at his wist' end ; he had used all his cunning in trying to hide from his wife the symptoms of his embar- rassment. Constance strongly disapproved of sending round the bills ; she had scolded the clerks and accused C^lestin of wishing to ruin the establishment, thinking that it was all his doing. C^lestin, by Birotteau's order, had allowed himself to be scolded. In the eyes of the clerks Madame C6sar governed her husband ; for though CSmr Birotteau. 273 it is possible to deceive the public, tlie inmates of a household are never deceived as to who exercises the real authority. Birotteau knew that he must now re- veal his real situation to his wife, for the account with du Tillet needed an explanation. When he got back to the shop, he saw, not without a shudder, that Constance was sitting in her old place behind the counter, examin- ing the expense account, and no doubt counting up the money in the desk. "How will you meet your payments to-morrow?" she whispered as he sat down beside her. "With money," he answered, pulling out the bank- bills, and signing to Celestin to take them. " Where did 3-ou get that money? " "I'll tell j-ou all about it this evening. Celestin, write down, ' Last of March, note for ten thousand francs, to du Tillet's order.' " " Du Tillet ! " repeated Constance, struck with con- sternation. " I am going to see Popinot," said C^sar ; " it is very wrong in me not to have gone before. Have we sold his oil?" " The three hundred bottles he sent us are all gone." "Birotteau, don't go out; I want to speak to you," said Constance, taking him by the arm, and leading him into her bedroom with an impetuosity which would have caused a laugh under other circumstances. " Du Tillet," she said, when she had made sure no one but Cesarine was with them, — " du Tillet, who robbed us of three thousand francs ! So you are doing business with du Tillet, — a monster, who wished to seduce me," she whispered in his ear. 18 274 CSsar Birotteau. " Folly of youth," said Birotteau, assuming for the nonce the tone of a free-thinker. "Listen to me, Birotteau! You are all upset; you don't go to the manufactory any more ; there "is some- thing the matter, I feel it ! You must tell me ; I must know what it is." " Well," said Birotteau, " we came very near being ruined, — we were ruined this very morning; but it is all safe now.'' And he told the horrible story of his two weeks' misery. ' ' So that was the cause of your illness ! " exclaimed Constance. " Yes, mamma," cried Cesarine, " and papa has been so courageous ! All that I desire in life is to be loved as he loves you. He has thought only of your grief." "My dream is fulQlled!" said the poor woman, dropping upon the sofa at the corner of the fireplace, pale, livid, terrified. " I foresaw it all. I warned j-ou on that fatal night, in our old room which you pulled to pieces, that we should have nothing left but our eyes to weep with. My poor Cesarine, I — " " Now, there you go ! " cried C^sar ; " you wiU take away from me the courage I need." " Forgive me, dear friend," said Constance, taking his hand, and pressing it with a tenderness which went to the heart of the poor man. " I do wrong. Mis- fortune has come; I will be silent, resigned, strong to bear it. No, you shall never hear a complaint from me." She threw herself into his arms, weeping, and whispering, "Courage, dear friend, courage! I wUl have courage for both, if necessary." C4sar Birotteau. 275 " My oil, wife, — my oil -will save us I " " May God help us ! " said Constance. " Anselme -will help my father," said C^sarine. " I'll go and see him," cried C6sar, deeply moved by the passionate accents of his wife, who after nineteen years of married life was not yet full}' known to him. "Constance, fear nothing! Here, read du Tillet's letter to Monsieur de Nucingen ; we are sure to obtain a credit. Besides," he said, allowing himself a neces- sary lie, " there is our uncle Pillerault; that is enough to give us courage." " If that were all ! " said Constance, smiling. Birotteau, relieved of a heavj"^ weight, wallced away like a man suddenly set at liberty, though he felt within him that indefinable sinking which succeeds great moral struggles in which more of the nervous fluid, more of the will is emitted than should be spent at one time, and by which, if we maj^ say so, the capital of the existence is drawn upon. Birotteau had aged already. The house of A. Popinot, Eue des Cinq-Diamants, had undergone a great change in two months. The shop was repainted. The shelves, re-varnished and gilded and crowded with bottles, rejoiced the eye of those who had eyes to see the symptoms of prosperity. The floors were littered with packages and wrapping-paper. The storerooms held small casks of various oils, obtained for Popinot on commission hj the devoted Gaudissart. The ledgers, the accounts, and the desks were moved into the rooms above the shop and the back-shop. An old cook did all the household work for the master and his three clerks. Popinot, penned up in a corner of 276 CSsar Birotteau. the shop closed in with glass, might be seen in a serge apron and long sleeves of green linen, with a pen be- hind his ear, in the midst of a mass of papers, where in fact Birotteau now found him, as he was overhauling his letters full of proposals and checks and orders. At the words " Hey, my boy !" uttered bj- his old master, Popinot raised his head, locked up his cubby-hole, and came forward with a joyous air and the end of his nose a little red. There was no fire in the shop, and the door was always open. " I feared you were never coming," he said respect- fully. The clerks crowded round to look at the distinguished perfumer, the decorated deputj'-mayor, the partner of their own master. Birotteau, so pitifully small at the Kellers, felt a graving to imitate those magnates ; he stroked his chin, rose on his heels with native self- complacency, and talked his usual platitudes. "Hey, my lad! we get up early, don't we?" he remarked. " No, for we don't always go to bed," said Popinot. " We must clutch success." "What did I tell j'ou? My oil will make j'our for- tune ! " " Yes, monsieur. But the means emploj^ed to sell it count for something. I have set your diamond well." " How do we stand? " said Cesar. " How far have you got ? What are the profits ? " "Profits ! at the end of two months ! How can you expect it? Friend Gaudissart has onl}' been on the road for twenty-five days ; he took a post-chaise without saying a word to me. Oh, he is devoted ! We owe a Cisar Birotteau. 277 great deal to my uncle. The newspapers alone (here he whispered in Birotteau's ear) will cost us twelve thousand francs." " Newspapers ! " exclaimed the deputy-mayor. " Have n't you read them?" "No." " Then you know nothing," said Popinot. "Twenty thousand francs worth of placards, gilt frames, copies of the prospectus. One hundred thousand bottles bought. Ah, it is all paying through the nose at this moment ! We are manufacturing on a grand scale. If you had set foot in the faubourg, where I often work all night, you would have seen a little nut-cracker which is n't to be sneezed at, I can tell you. On my own ac- count, I have made, in the last five days, not less than ten thousand francs, merely by commissions on the sale of druggists' oils." ' ' What a capable head ! " said Birotteau, laying his hand on little Popinot's thick hair and rubbing it about as if he were a babj'. " I found it out." Several persons here came. in. " On Sunday we dine at j-our aunt Ragon's," added Cesar, leaving Popinot to go' on with his business, for he perceived that the fresh meat he had come to taste was not yet cut up. "It is amazing! A clerk becomes a merchant in twenty-four hours," thought Birotteau, who understood the happiness and self-assurance of Anselme as little as the dandy luxury of du Tillet. "Anselme put on a little stiff air when I patted him on the head, just as if he were Fran5ois Keller himself." Birotteau never once reflected that the clerks were 278 CSsar Birotteau, looking on, and that the master of the establishment had his dignity to preserve. In this instance, as in the case of his speech to du Tillet, the worthy soul com- mitted a foUy out of pure goodness of heart, and for lack of knowing how to withhold an honest sentiment vulgarly' expressed. By this trifling act C^sar would have wounded irretrievably any other man than little Popinot. The Sunday dinner at the Ragon's was destined to be the last pleasure of the nineteen happy years of the Birotteau household, — j'ears of happiness that were full to overflowing. Ragon lived in the Rue du Petit- Bourbon-Saint-Sulpice, on the second floor of a digni- fied old house, in an appartement decorated with large panels where painted shepherdesses danced in panniers, before whom fed the sheep of our nineteenth century, the sober and serious bourgeoisie, — whose comical de- meanor, with their respectful notions about the nobilitj-, and their devotion to the Sovereign and the Church, were all admirably represented by Ragon himself. The furniture, the clocks, linen, dinner-service, all seemed patriarchal ; novel in form because of their very age. The salon, hung with old damask and draped with cur- tains in brocatelle, contained portraits of duchesses and other royalist tributes ; also a superb Popinot, sherifl!' of Sancerre, painted by Latour, — the father of Madame Ragon, a worthy, excellent man, in a picture out of which he smiled like a parvenu in all his glory. When at home, Madame Ragon completed her natural self with a little King Charles spaniel, which presented a surprisingly harmonious effect as it lay on the hard CSsar Birotteau. 279 little sofa,' rococo in shape, that assuredly never played the part assigned to the sofa of Crehillon. Among their many virtues, the Ragons were noted for the possession of old wines which had come to per- fect mellowness, and for certain of Madame Anfoux's liqueurs, which certain persons, obstinately (though it was said hopelessly) bent on making love to Madame Eagon, had brought her from the "West Indies. Thus their little dinners were much prized. Jeannette, the old cook, took care of the aged couple with blind devotion : she would have stolen the fruit to make their sweet- meats. Instead of taking her money to the savings- bank, she put it judicioual}' into lotteries, hoping that some day she could bestow a good round sum on her master and mistress. On the appointed Sundays when they received their guests, she was, despite her years, active in the kitchen to superintend the dishes, which she served at the table with an agilitj' that (to use a favorite expression of the worthy Eagon) might have given points to Mademoiselle Contat when she plajed Susanne in the " Manage de Figaro." The guests on this occasion were Popinot the judge, Pillerault, Anselme, the three Birotteaus, three Mati- fats, and the Abbe Loraux. Madame Matifat, whom we lately met crowned with a turban for the ball, now wore a gown of blue velvet, with coarse cotton stock- ings, leather shoes, gloves of chamois-skin with a border of green plush, and a bonnet lined with pink, filled in with white puffs about the face. These ten personages assembled at five o'clock. The old Eagons always requested their guests to be punctual. When this worthy couple were invited out, their hosts always 280 Oisar Birotteau. put the dinner at the same hour, remembering that stomachs which were sixty-five years old could not \ adapt themselves to the novel hours recently adopted ;,Crin the great world. Cesaiine was sure that Madame Eagon would place her beside Anselme ; for all women, be they fools or saints, know what is what in love. The daughter of " The Queen of Eoses " therefore dressed with the inten- tion of turning Popinot's head. Her mother — having renounced, not without pain, the thought of marrying her to Crottat, who to her .ej'es played the part of heir- apparent — assisted, with some bitter thoughts, at the toilet. Maternal forethought lowered the modest gauzy neclcerchief to show a little of C^sarine's shoulders and the spring of her graceful throat, which was remarlc- ably elegant. The Grecian bodice, crossed from left to right with five folds, opened sligbtl}', showing deli- cious curves ; the gray merino dress with green furbe- lows defined the pretty waist, which had never looked so slender nor so supple. She wore earrings of gold fret-work, and her hair, gathered up a la chinoise, let the eye take in the soft freshness of a skin traced with bhie veins, where the light shone chastely on the pure white tones. CiJsarine was so coquettishly lovely that Madame Matifat could not help admitting it, without, however, perceiving that mother and daughter had the one purpose of bewitching Anselme. Neither Birotteau, his wife, Madame Matifat nor any of the others disturbed the sweet converse which the young people, thrilling with love, held in whispering voices within the embrasure of a window, through whose chinks the north wind blew its chilly whistle. The con- Cisar Birotteau. 281 versation of the elders became animated when Popinot the judge let fall a word about Eognin's flight, i-emarking that he was the second notary who had absconded, — a crime formerly unknown. Madame Ragon, at the word Eoguin, touched her brother's foot, Pillerault spoke loudly to drown his voice, and both made him a sign to remember Madame Birotteau. " I know all," said Constance in a low, pained yoice. " Well, then,'' said Madame Matifat to'Birotteau, who humbly bowed his head, " how much did he carry off? If we are to believe the gossips, j'ou are ruined." " He had two hundred thousand francs of mine," said Cesar. " As to the fort^^ thousand he pretended to make me borrow from one of his clients, whose property- he had alreadj^ squandered, I am now bringing a suit to recover them." "The case will be decided this week," said Popinot. " I thought j'ou would not be unwiUiug tliat I should explain your situation to Monsieur le president ; he has ordered that all Eoguin's papers be submitted to the custody of the court, so as to ascertain the exact time when Roguin made awa}' with the funds of his client, and thus verify the facts alleged by Derville, who made the argument himself to save you the expense." " Shall we win? " asked Madame Birotteau. "I don't know," answered Popinot. "Though I belong to the court in which tlte suit is brought, I shall abstain from giving an opinion, even if called upon." " Can there be any doubt in such a simple case?" said Pillerault. " Such deeds make mention that pay- ment has been made, and notaries are obliged to declare that they have seen the money passed from the lender 282 G6mr Birotteau. to the borrower. Roguin would be sent to the galleya if the law could get hold of him." " According to my idea,'' said the judge, " the lender ought to have sued Eoguin for the costs and the caution-money ; but it sometimes happens at the Cour Royale that in matters even more plain than this the judges stand six against sis." "Mademoiselle, what are they saj'ing? Has Mon- sieur Roguin absconded ? " said Anselme, hearing at last what was going on about him. "Monsieur said nothing of it to me, — to me who would shed my blood for him — " C^sarine fully understood that the whole family were included in the " for him ; " for if the innocent girl could mistake the accent, she could not misunderstand the glance, which wrapped her, as it were, in a rosy flame. ' ' I know you would ; I told him so. He hid every- thing frorn my mother, and confided only in me." "You spoke to him of me?" said Popinot; "you have read my heart? Have you read all that is there? " " Perhaps." " I am very happy," said Popinot. "If you would lighten all my fears — in a year I shall be so prosper- ous that your father cannot object when I speak to him of our marriage. From henceforth I will sleep only five hours a night." " Do not injure yourself," said Cesarine, with an in- expressible accent and a look in which Popinot was suffered to read her thoughts. " Wife," said C^sar, as they rose from table, " 1 think those young people love each other." CSsar Birotteau. 283 " "Well, so much the better," said Constance, in a grave voice ; "my daughter will be the wife of a man of sense and energy. Talent is the best dower a man can oflfer." She left the room hastily and went to Madame Ragon's bedchamber. Cesar during the dinner had made various fatuous remarks, which caused the judge and Pillerault to smUe, and reminded the unhappj' wo- man of how unfitted her poor husband was to grapple with misfortune. Her heart was full of tears ; and she instinctively dreaded du Tillet, for every mother knows the Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes, even if she does not know Latin. Constance wept in the arms of Madame Ragon and her daughter, though she would not tell them the cause of her distress. " I am nervous," she said. The rest of the evening was spent by the elders at the card-table, and by the j'oung people in those little games called innocent because the}- cover the innocent by-play of bourgeois love. The Matifats joined in these games. "Cesar," said Constance as they drove home, "go and see Monsieur le Baron de Nucingen on the 8th so as to be sure of having yowc payments ready in advance of the 15th. If there should be any hitch, how could yon scrape the money together if j'ou have only one day to do it in?" " 1 will see to it, wife," said Cesar, pressing his wife's hand and his daughter's, adding, "Ah, my dear white lambs, I have given j'ou a sad New Year's gift ! " The two women, unable to see him in the obscurity of the hackney coach, felt his tears falling hot upon their hands. 284 CSsar Birotteau. " Be hopeful, dear friend," said Constance. "All will go well, papa ; Monsieur Anselme Popinot told me he would shed his blood for you." " For me? " said Cesar, trying to speak gayly ; " and for the family as well. Is n't it so ? " C^sarine pressed her father's hand, as if to let him know she was betrothed to Anselme. Gi&ar Birotteau. 285 rv. DuKiNG the first three days of the year, two hundred visiting cards were sent to Birotteau. This rush of fic- titious friendship, these empty testimonials of favor, are horrilile to those wlio feel themselves drawn down into the vortex of misfortune. Birotteau presented himself three times at the hotel of the famous banker, the Baron de Nuciugen, but in vain. The opening of the j^ear with all its festivities sufEcientlj- explained the absence of the financier. On the last occasion Birotteau got as far as the oflSce of the banker, where the head-clerk, a German, told him that Monsieur de Nucingen had re- turned at five in the morning from a ball at the Kellers', and would not be visible until half-past nine o'clock. Birotteau had the luck to interest this man in his affairs, and remained talking with him more than half an hour. In the course of the afternoon this prime minister of the house of Nucingen wrote Birotteau that the baron would receive him the next da^', 13th, at noon. Though every hour brought its drop of absinthe, the day went by with frightful rapidity. Cesar took a hacknej' coach, but stopped it several paces distant from the hotel, whose courtjard was crowded with carriages. The poor man's heart sank within him when he saw the splendors of that noted house. "And yet he has failed twice," he said to himself as he went up a superb staircase banked with flowers, and 286 C6mr Birotteau. crossed the sumptuous rooms which helped to make Madame Delphine de Nucingen famous in the Chaussi^e d'Antin. The baronne's ambition was to rival the great ladies of the Faubourg Saint-Germain, to whose houses slie was not as yet admitted. The baron was breakfasting with his wife. In spite of the crowd which was waiting for him in the counting-room, he had left word that any friend of du Tillet was to be admitted. Birotteau trembled with hope as he noticed the change which the baron's order had wrought in the hitherto insolent manner of the footman. " Bardon me, my tear," said the baron to his wife, in a strong German accent, as he rose and nodded to Bi- rotteau, " monsieur is a goot roj'alist, and der intimate frient of tu Tillet. Bezides, monsieur is debudy-mayor of der zecond arrondissement, and gifs palls of Aziatigue magniflssence ; so vill j'ou mak his acquentence mit blaysure.'' ' ' I should be delighted to take lessons from Madame Birotteau, for Ferdinand — " " She calls him Ferdinand ! " thought C^sar. — ' ' spoke of the ball with great admiration, which is all the more valuable because he usually admires nothing. Ferdinand is a harsh critic ; in his eyes everything ought to be perfect. Shall you soon give another ball?" she inquired affably. " Madame, poor people, such as we are, seldom have many amusements of that kind," said the perfumer, not knowing whether she meant to ridicule him, or was merely paying an empty compliment. " Monsieur Grindot suberintented der resdoration of your abbartement, I zink? " said the baroa. Cisar Birotteau. 287 "Ah, Grindot! that nice little architect who has just returned from Eome," said Delphine de Nucingeu. " I dote on him ; he makes delicious drawings in my album." No culprit enduring the torments of hell in Venetian dungeons ever suffered more from the torture of the boot than Birotteau did, standing there in his ordinary clothes. He felt a sneer in everj' word. " Vill you gif oder little palls?" said the banker, with a searching look at the perfumer. " You see all der vorld ist inderesded." " Will Monsieur Birotteau breakfast with ns, without ceremonj'?" said Delphine, motioning towards the table which was sumptuously served. " Madame la baronne, I came on business, and I am — " " Yes, matame, vill you bermit us to speak of busi- ness ? " Delphine made a little sign of assent, saying to her husband, "Are j'ou going to buy perfumery?" The baron shrugged his shoulders and turned to Cesar, who trembled with anxiety. " Tu Tillet takes der graadest inderest in 3'ou," he said. " At last," thought the poor man, " we are coming to the point." "His ledder gif you in my house a creydit vich is only limided by der limids of my privade fortune." The exhilarating balm infused into the water offered by the angel to Hagar in the desert, must have been the same cordial which flowed through Cesar's veins as he listened to these words. The wily banker retained the horrible pronunciation of the German Jews, — possibly 288 CSsar Birotteau. that he might be able to deny promises actually given, but only half-understood. ' ' You shall haf a running aggont. Ve vill broceed in dis vay — " said this great and good and venerable financier, with Alsatian good-humor. Birotteau doubted no longer; he was a merchant, and knew verj- well that those who have no intention of rendering a service never enter into the details of executing it. " I neet not tell you dat der Bank demands of all, graat and small alaike, dree zignatures. So denn, you traw a cheque to die order of our frient tu Tillet, and I vill sent it, same taj', to der Bank mit mein zignature ; so shall you haf, at four o'clock, der amount of die cheque you trew in der morning ; and at der costs of die Bank. I vill not receif a commission, no ! I vill haf only der blaj'sure to be agreeaple to j'ou. But I mak one condeetion," he added, laj-ing his left finger lightly on his nose with an inimitably sly gesture. " Monsieur le baron, it is granted on the spot," said Birotteau, who thought it concerned some tithe to he levied on his profits. " A condeetion to vich I attache der graatest imbor- tance, because I vish Matame de Nucingen should re- ceif, as she say, zom lessons from Matame PirSdot." "Monsieur le baron! praj' do not laugh at me, I entreat you." " Monsieur Pir6d6t," said the financier, with a serious air, "it is denn agreet ; you vill invite us to your nex pall? My vife is shalous ; she vish to see your abbarte- ment, of vich she hear so mooch." " Monsieur le baron ! — " CSsar Birotteau. 289 "Oil! if you reffuse me, no crej'dit! Yes, I know der Praj'fic of die Seine was at your las pall." ' ' Monsieur le baron ! — " "You had Pillartiere, shentelman of der betcham- ber ; goot royalist like you, who vas vounded at Zaint- Eoqque — " " On the 13th Vendemiaire, Monsieur le baron." " Denn you hat Monsieur de Lazabed, Monsieur Fau- quelin of der Agatemi — " ' ' Monsieur le baron ! — " "Hey! der tefle ! dont pe zo humple, Monsieur der debudy-mayor ; I haf heard dat der king say dat your pall — " " The king?" exclaimed Birotteau, who was destined to hear no more, for, at this moment, a young man entered the room familiarly, whose step, recognized from afar by the beautiful Delphine de Nucingen, brought the color to her cheek. "Goot morning, my tear te Marsay ; tak my blace. Dere is a crowd, zey tell me, waiting in der gounting- room. I know VJ^ Der mines of Wortschin Yt&y a graat divitent! I haf receifed die aggonts. You vill haf one hundert tousant francs, Matame de Nucingen, so can you buy chewels and oder tings to make you bretty, — as if you could be brettier ! " "Good God! the Eagons sold their shares!" ex- claimed Birotteau. "Who are those persons?" asked the elegant de Marsay, smiling. "Egzactly," said Monsieur de Nucingen, turning back when he was almost at the door. "I zink dat dose persons — te Marsay, dis is Monsieur Pir8d6t, 19 290 CSsar Birotteau. your berfumer, who gifs palls of a magniflssence druly Aziatigue, and whom der king has decoraded." De Marsay lifted his eyeglass, and said, " Ah ! true, I thought the face was not unknown to me. So you are going to perfume your aflairs with potent cosmetics, oil them with — " "Ah ! dose Eakkons," interrupted the baron, making a grimace expressive of disgust ; ' ' dey had an aggont mit us ; I fafored dem, and dey could haf made der for- tune, but dey would not wait one zingle day longer.'' " Monsieur le baron ! " cried Birotteau. The worthy man thought his own prospects extremely doubtful, and without bowing to Madame de Nucingen, or to de Marsay, he hastily followed the banker. The baron was already on the staircase, and Birotteau caught him at the bottom just as he was about to enter the counting-room. As Nucingen opened the door he saw the despairing gesture of the poor creature behind him, who felt himself pushed off into a gulf, and said hastilj', — "Veil, it is all agreet. See tu Tillet, and arranche •it mit him." Birotteau, thinking that de Marsay might have some influence with Nucingen, ran back with the rapidity of a swallow, and slipped into the dining-room where he had left the baronne and the young man, and where Delphine was waiting for a cup of cafe a la creme. He saw that the coffee had been served, but the baronne and the dandy had disappeared. The footman smiled at the as- tonishment of the worthy man, who slowly re-descended the stairs. Cesar rushed to du Tillet's, and was told that he had gone into the country with Madame Roguin. Cesar Birotteau. 291 He took a cabriolet, and paid the driver well to be taken rapidly to Nogent-sur-Marne. At Nogent-sur-Marne the porter told him that monsieur and madame had started for Paris. Birotteau returned home, shattered in mind and body. When he related his wild-goose chase to his wife and daughter he was amazed to find his Constance, usually perched like a bird of ill omen on the smallest commercial mishap, now giving him the tenderest consolation, and assuring him that everything would turn out well. The next morning, Birotteau mounted guard as early as seven o'clock before du Tillet's door. He begged the porter, slipping ten francs into his hand, to put him in communication with du Tillet's valet, and ob- tained from the latter a promise to show him in to his master the moment that du Tillet was visible : he slid two pieces of gold into the valet's hand. By such little sacrifices and great humiliations, common to all courtiers and petitioners, he was able to attain his end. At half-past eight, just as his former clerk was putting on a dressing-gown, yawning, stretching, and shaking off the cobwebs of sleep, Birotteau came face to face with the tiger, hungry for revenge, whom he now looked upon as his only friend. " Go on with 3-our dressing," said Birotteau. " What do you want, my good Cesar f" said du Tillet. Cesar stated, with painful trepidation, the answer and requirements of Monsieur de Nucingen to the in- attentive ears of du TiUet, who was looking for the bellows and scolding his valet for the clumsy manner in which he had lighted the fire. 292 Cisar Birotteau. The valet listened. At first Cesar did not notice him ; when he did so he stopped short, confused, but resumed what he was saying as du Tillet touched him with the spur exclaiming, " Go on ! go on ! I am listen- ing to you.'' The poor man's shirt was wet ; his perspiration turned to ice as du Tillet looked fixedly at him, and he saw the silver-lined pupils of those eyes, streaked with threads of gold, which pierced to his very heart with a diabolical gleam. " My dear master, the Bank has refused to take j'our notes which the house of Claparon passed over to Gigonnet not guaranteed. Is that my fault ? How is it that you, an old commercial judge, could commit such blunders? I am, first and foremost, a banker. I will give you my money, but I cannot risk having my signa- ture refused at the Bank. My credit is my life ; ttiat is the case with all of us. Do you want money ? " " Can you give me all I want? " " That depends on how much j-ou owe. How much do you want? " " Thirtj' thousand francs." " Are the chimnej'-bricks coming down on my head ? " exclaimed du Tillet, bursting into a laugh. C4sar, misled bj' the luxurj' about him, fancied it was the laugh of a man to whom the sum was a mere trifle ; he breathed again. Du Tillet rang the bell. " Send the cashier to me." " He has not come, monsieur," said the valet. "These fellows take advantage of me! It is half- past eight o'clock, and he ought to have done a million francs' worth of business by this time." CSsar Birotteau. 293 Five minutes later Monsieur Legras came in. " How much have we in the desli? " " Onlj' twenty thousand francs. Monsieur gaye or- ders to buy into the Funds to the amount of thirty thousand francs cash, payable on the 15th." " That 's true ; I am half-asleep still." The cashier gave Birotteau a suspicious look as he left the room. " If truth were banished from this earth, she would leave her last word with a cashier," said du Tillet. " Have n't you some interest with little Popinot, who has set up for himself ? " he added, after a dreadful pause, in which the sweat roUed in drops from Cesar's brow. " Yes," he answered na'iveh-. "Do you think j-ou could discount his signature for a large amount ? " ' ' Bring me his acceptances for fifty thousand francs, and I wUl get them discounted for you at a reasonable rate by old Gobseck, who is very easy to deal with when he has funds to invest ; and he has some now." Birotteau went home broken-hearted, not perceiving that the bankers were tossing him from one to the other like a shuttle-cock ; but Constance had already guessed that credit was unattainable. If three bankers refused it, it was very certain that they had inquired of each other about so prominent a man as a deputy- mayor; and there was, consequently, no hope from the Bank of France. " Try to renew your notes," she said ; " go and see Monsieur Claparon, your copartner, and all the others to whom you gave notes for the 15th, and ask them to renew. It will be time enough to go to the money- lenders with Popinot's paper if that fails." 294 CSsar Birotteau. "To-morrow is the 13th," said Birotteau, completely crushed. In the language of his own prospectus, he enjoyed a sanguine temperament, which was subject to an enor- mous waste through emotions and the pressure of thought, and imperative!}' demanded sleep to repair it. C^sarine took her father into the salon and played to him " Eousseau's Dream," — a pretty piece of music 1)3' Herold ; while Constance sat sewing beside him. The poor man laid his head on a cushion, and every time he looked up at his wife he saw a soft smile upon her lips ; and thus he fell asleep. " Poor man ! " said Constance ; " what miserj' is in store for him ! God grant he maj' have strength to bear it ! " " Oh! what troubles you, mamma?" said C^sarine, seeing that her mother was weeping. ' ' Dear daughter, I see a failure coming. If your father is forced to make an assignment, we must ask no one's pity. My child, be prepared to become a simple shop-girl. If I see j'ou accepting your life coura- geously, I shall have strength to begin my life over again. I know your father, — he will not keep back one farthing ; I shall resign my dower ; all tliat we pos- sess will be sold. My child, j-ou must take j-our jewels and your clothes to-morrow to your uncle Pillerault ; for you are not bound to any sacrifice." Cesarine was seized with a terror be3-ond control as she listened to these words, spoken with religious sim- plicity. The thought came into her mind to go and see Anselme ; but her native delicacy checked it. On the morrow, at nine o'clock, Birotteau, following Cimr Birotteau. 295 his wife's advice, went to find Claparon in the Hue de Provence, in the grasp of anxieties quite other than those through which he had lately passed. To ask for a credit is an ordinary business matter; it happens every daj' that those who undertake an enterprise are obhged to borrow capital ; but to ask for the renewal of notes is in commercial jurisprudence what the correc- tional police is to the court of assizes, — a first step toward bankruptcy', just as a misdemeanor leads to crime. The secret of your embarrassment is in other hands than 3"our own. A merchant delivers himself over, bound hand and foot, to anotlier merchant ; and mercy is a virtue not practised at the Bourse. C^sar, who once walked the streets of Paris with his head high and his eye beaming with confidence, now, unstrung by perplexity, shrank from meeting Claparon ; he began to realize that a banker's heart is mere viscera. Claparon had seemed to him so brutal in his coarse jollity, and he had felt the man's vulgarity so keenly, that he shuddered at the necessity of accosting him. ' ' But he is nearer to the people ; perhaps he will there- fore have more heart ! " Such was the first reproachful word which the anguish of his position forced from Cesar's lips. Birotteau drew upon the dregs of his courage, and went up the stairway of a mean little entresol, at whose windows he had caught a glimpse of green curtains yel- lowed by the sun. He read the word " Offices," stamped in black letters on an oval copper-plate; he rapped, nobody answered, and he went in. The place, worse than humble, conveyed an idea of penury, or avarice, 296 CSsar Birotteau. or neglect. No employe was to be seen behind the brass lattice which topped an unpainted white wooden enclosure, breast-high, within which were tables and desks in stained black wood. These deserted places were littered with inkstands, in which the ink was mouldy and the pens as rumpled as a ragamuffin's head, and twisted like a sunfish ; with boxes and papers and printed matter, — all worthless, no doubt. The floor was as dirtj^, defaced, and damp as that of a board- ing-house. The second room, announced by the word " Counting-Eoom " on its door, harmonized with the grim faceticB of its neighbor. In one corner was a large space screened off by an oak balustrade, trellised with copper wire and furnished with a sliding cat-hole, within which was an enormous iron chest. Tliis space, apparently given over to the rioting of rats, also con- tained an odd-looking desk, with a shabby arm-chair, which was ragged, green, and torn in the seat, — from which the horse-hair protruded, like the wig of its mas- ter, in half a hundred libertine curls. The chief adorn- ment of this room, which had evidently been the salon of the appartement before it was converted into a bank- ing-office, was a round table covered with a green cloth, round which stood a few old chairs of black leather with tarnished gilt naUs. The fireplace, some- what elegant, showed none of the sooty marks of a fire ; the hearth was clean ; the mirror, covered with fly- specks, had a paltry air, in keeping with a mahogany clock bought at the sale of some old notary, which annoyed the eye, already depressed by two candela- bras without candles and the sticky dust that covered them. The wall-paper, mouse-gray with a pink border, CSsar Birotteau. 297 revealed, by certain fuliginous stains, the unwholesome presence of smokers. Nothing ever more faithfully represented that prosaic precinct called by the news- papers an " editorial sanctum." Birotteau, fearing that he might be indiscreet, knocked sharply three times on the door opposite to that by which he entered. "Come in!" cried Claparon, the reverberation of whose voice revealed the distance it had to traverse and the emptiness of the room, — in which Ct^sar heard the crackling of a good fire, though the owner was ap- parently not there. The room was, in truth, Claparon's private office. Between the ostentatious reception-room of Fran9ois Keller and the untidj' abode of the counterfeit banker, there was all the difierence that exists between Versailles and the wigwam of a Huron chief. Birotteau had wit- nessed the splendors of finance ; he was now to see its fooleries. Lying in bed, in a sort of oblong recess or den opening from the farther end of the office, and where the habits of a slovenly life had spoiled, dirtied, greased, torn, defaced, obliterated, and ruined furniture which had been elegant in its daj-, Claparon, at the entrance of Birotteau, wrapped his filthy dressing-gown around him, laid down his pipe, and drew together the curtains of the bed with a haste which made even the innocent perfumer suspect his morals. " Sit down, monsieur," said the make-believe banker. Claparon, without his wig, his head wrapped up in a bandanna handkerchief twisted awry, seemed all the more hideous to Birotteau because, when the dressing- gown gaped open, he saw an undershirt of knitted wool, 298 CSsar Birotteau. once white, but now yellowed by wear indefinitely pi'olonged. " Will you breakfast with me? " said Claparon, recol- lecting the perfumer's ball, and thinking to make him a return and also to put him off the secret by this invi- tation. Cesar now perceived a round table, hastily cleared of its litter, which bore testimony to the presence of jovial company by a pi,t^, oysters, white wine, and vulgar kid- nej's, sautes au vin de champagne, sodden in their own sauce. The light of a charcoal brazier gleamed on an omelette aux truffes. Two covers and two napkins, soiled by the supper of , the previous night, might have enlightened the purest innocence. Claparon, thinking himself very clever, pressed his invitation in spite of Cesar's refusal. "I was to have had a guest, but that guest has dis- appointed me," said the craftj- traveller, in a voice likely to reach a person buried under coverlets. " Monsieur,'' said Birotteau, " I came solely on busi- ness, and I shall not detain you long." "I'm used up," said Claparon, pointing to the desk and the tables piled with documents ; " they don't leave me a poor miserable moment to mj'self ! I don't re- ceive people except on Saturdays. But as for you, mj' dear friend, I '11 see you at any time. I have n't a mo- ment to love or to loaf ; I have lost even the inspiration of business ; to catch its vim one must have the sloth of ease. Nobody ever sees me now on the boulevard doing nothing. Bah ! I 'm sick of business ; I don't want to talk about business ; I 've got monej^ enough, but I never can get enough happiness. My gracious ! CSsar Birotteau. 299 I want to travel, — to see Italj' ! Oh, that dear Italy ! beautiful in spite of all her reverses ! adorable land, where I shall no doubt encounter some angel, comply- ing yet majestic ! I have always loved Italian women. Did you ever have an Italian woman yourself? No ? Then come with me to Italy. "We will see Venice, the abode of doges, — unfortunately fallen into those intel- ligent Austrian hands that know nothing of art ! Bah ! let us get rid of business, canals, loans, and peaceful governments. I'm a good fellow when I've got my pockets lined. Thunder ! let 's travel." " One word, monsieur, and I will release j'ou," said Birotteau. " You made over my notes to Monsieur Bidault." "You mean Gigonnet, that good little Gigonnet, easj'-going — " " Yes," said Cesar ; " but I wish, — and here I count upon your honor and delicacy, — " Claparon bowed. " — to renew those notes." " Impossible ! " snapped the banker. " I 'm not alone in the matter. We have met in council, — regular Chamber; but we all agreed like bacon in a frying- pan. The devil ! we deliberated. Those lands about the Madeleine don't amount to anything ; we are oper- ating elsewhere. Hey ! my dear sir, if we were not involved in the Champs Elysees and at the Bourse which they are going to finish, and in the quartier Saint-Lazare and at Tivoli, we shouldn't be, as that fat Nucingen sa3's, in peaseness at all. What's the Madeleine to us? — a midge of a thing. Pr-r-r! We don't play low, my good fellow," he said, tapping 300 CSsdr Birotteau. Birotteau on the stomach and catching him round the waist. " Come, let 's have our breakfast, and talk," added Claparon, wishing to soften his refusal. ' ' Very good,' ' said Biro_tteau. "So much the worse for the other guest," he thought, meaning to make Claparon drunk, and to find out who were his real associates in an affair which began to look suspicious to him. " All right ! Victoire ! " called the banker. This call brought a regular Leonarde, tricked out like a fish-woman. " Tell the clerks that I can't see any one, — not even Nueingen, Keller, Gigonnet, and aU the rest of them." " No one has come but Monsieur Lempereur." "He can receive the great people," said Claparon; "the small fry are not to get beyond the first room. They are to say I 'm cogitating a great enterprise — in champagne.'' To make an old commercial traveller drunk is an impossibility. Cesar mistook the elation of the man's vulgarity when he attempted to sound his mind. " That- infamous Eoguin is still connected with you," he began ; ' ' don't j'ou think you ought to write and tell him to assist an old friend whom he has compromised, — a man with whom he dined every Sunday, and whom he has known for twent}' j-ears ? " ' ' Eoguin ? A fool ! his share is ours now. Don't be worried, old fellow, all will go well. Pay up on the loth, and after that we will see — I say, we will see. Another glass of wine ? The capital does n't concern me one atom ; pay or don't pay, I sha' n't make faces at you. I'm onl}' in the business for a commission on the sales, and for a share when the lands are converted into CSsar Birotteau. 301 money ; and it's for that I manage the owners. Don't j-ou understand? You have got solid men behind you, so I 'm not afraid, my good sir. Nowadays, business is all parcelled out in portions. A single enterprise re- quires a combination of capacities. Go in with us; don't potter with pomatum and perfumes, — ^ rubbish! rubbish ! Shave the public ; speculate ! " " Speculation ! " said Cesar, " is that commerce?" " It is abstract commerce," said Claparon, — " com- merce which won't be developed for ten years to come, according to Nucingen, the Napoleon of finance ; com- merce by which a man can grasp the totality of frac- tions, and skim the profits before there are any. Gigantic idea ! one way of pouring hope into pint cups, — in short, a new necromancy ! So far, we have onlj' got ten or a dozen hard heads initiated into the cabalistic secrets of these magnificent combinations." Cesar opened his ej^es and ears, endeavoring to understand this composite phraseolog}'. "Listen," said Claparon, after a pause. "Such master-strokes need men. There 's the man of genius who has n't a sou — like all men of genius. Those fel- lows spend their thoughts and spend their money just as it comes. Imagine a pig rooting round a truffle- patch ; he is followed b^' a jollj' fellow, a moneyed man, who listens for the grunt as piggj' finds the succulent. Now, when the man of genius has found a good thing, the monej'ed man taps him on the shoulder and says, ' What have j'ou got there ? You are rushing into the fiery furnace, my good fellow, and j'ou have n't the loins to run out again. There 's a thousand francs ; just let me take it in hand and manage the affair.' Very good ! 302 CSsar Birotteau, The banker then convokes the traders : ' My friends, let us go to work : write a prospectus ! Down with humbug ! ' On that they get out the hunting-horns and shout and clamor, — ' One hundred thousand francs for five sous ! or five sous for a hundred thousand francs ! gold mines ! coal mines ! ' In short, all the clap-trap of commerce. We buy up men of arts and sciences ; the show begins, the public enters ; it gets its mone^-'s worth, and we get the profits. T&e pig is penned up with his potatoes, and the rest of us wallow in bank- notes. There it aU is, my good sir. Come, go into the business with us. What would j'ou like to be, — pig, buzzard, clown, or millionnaire ? Reflect upon it; I have now laid before j'ou the whole theory of the mod- ern loan-system. Come and see me often ; you '11 always find me a jovial, jolly fellow. French joviality — gayetj' and gravitj'^, all in one — never injures business; quite the contrary. Men w^ho quaff the sparkling cup are born to understand each other. Come, another glass of champagne ! it is good, I tell you ! It was sent to me from Epernay itself, by a man for whom I once sold quantities at a good price — I used to be in wines. He shows his gratitude, and remembers me in my prosperit3- ; very rare, that." Birotteau, overcome by the frivolity and heedlessness of a man to whom the world attributed extreme depth and capacity, dared not question him any further. In the midst of his own haziness of mind produced by the champagne, he did, however, recollect a name spoken by du Tillet ; and he asked Claparon who Gobseck the banker was, and where he lived. "Have you got as far as that?" said Claparon. CSsar Birotteau. 303 " Gobseck is a banker, just as the headsman is a doctor. The first word is ' fifty per cent ; ' he belongs to the race of Harpagon ; he '11 take canary birds at all seasons, fur tippets in summer, nankeens in winter. What secu- rities are you going to offer him ? If you want him to take j^our paper without securitj' you will have to deposit j-our wife, your daughter, your umbrella, everj'thing down to your hat-box, your socks (don't you go in for ribbed socks?), your shovel and tongs, and the very wood you 've got in the cellar ! Gobseck ! Gobseck ! in the name of virtuous foUj^ who told you to go to that commercial guillotine ? " " Monsieur duTillet." " Ah ! the scoundrel, I recognize him ! We used to be friends. If we have quarrelled so that we don't speak to each other, you may depend upon it mj' aversion to him is well-founded ; he let me read down to the bottom of his infamous soul, and he made me uncomfortable at that beautiful ball you gave us. I can't stand his impudent airs — all because he has got a notary's wife ! I could have countesses if I wanted them ; I sha' n't respect him any the more for that. Ah ! my respect is a princess who 'U never give birth to such as he. But, I say, you are a funny fellow, old man, to flash us a ball like that, and two months after try to renew j^our paper! You seem to have some go in you. Let's do business together. You have got a reputation which would be very useful to me. Oh ! du Tillet was born to understand Gobseck. Du Tillet will come to a bad end at the Bourse. If he is, as they say, the tool of old Gobseck, he won't be allowed to go far. Gobseck sits in a corner of his web like an old spider who has 304 CSsar Birotteau. travelled round the world. Sooner or later, ztit ! the usurer will toss him off as I do this glass of wine. So much the better ! Du Tillet has played me a trick — oil ! a damnable trick." At the end of an hour and a half spent in just such senseless chatter, Birotteau attempted to get away, seeing that the late commercial traveller was about to relate the adventure of a republican deputy of Marseilles, in love with a certain actress then playing the part of la belle Arsene, who, on one occasion, was hissed by a roj'alist crowd in the pit. "He stood up in his box," said Clapai'on, "and shouted : ' Arrest whoever hissed her ! Eugh ! If it 's a woman, I '11 kiss her ; if it is a man, we '11 see about it ; if it 's neither the one nor the other, may God's lightning blast it ! ' Guess how it ended." "Adieu, monsieur," said Birotteau. " You will have to come and see me," said Clapa- ron ; ' ' that first scrap of paper you gave Cayron has come back to us protested ; I indorsed it, so I've paid it. I shall send after you; business before everything." Birotteau felt stabbed to the heart by this cold and grinning kindness as much as by the harshness of Keller or the coarse German banter of Nucingen. The famili- arity of the man, and his grotesque gabble excited by champagne, seemed to tarnish the soul of the honest bourgeois as though he came from a house of financial ill-fame. He went down the stairway and found him- self in the streets without knowing where he was going. As he walked along the boulevards and reached the Rue Saint-Denis, he recollected Molineux, and turned into CSsar Birotteau. 805 the Com- Batave. He went up the dirty, tortuous stair- case which he once trod so pi-oudly. He recalled to mind the mean and niggardlj^ acrimony of Moliueux, and he shrank from imploring his favor. The landlord was sitting in the chimney-corner, as on the occasion of Cesar's first visit, but his breakfast was now in process of digestion. Birotteau proffered his request. " Eenew a note for twelve hundred francs?" said Molineux, with mocking incredulitj'. " Have j'ou got to that, monsieur? If 3-011 have not twelve -hundred francs to pay me on the loth, do you intend to send back my receipt for the rent unpaid ? I shall be sorry ; but I have not the smallest civilit\- in mone3--matters, — my rents are mj' living. Without them how could I pay what I owe mj-self ? No merchant will deny the sound- ness of that principle. Monej- is no respecter of per- sons ; mone3' has no ears, it has no heart. The winter is hard, the price of wood has gone up. If you don't pay me on the 15th, a little summons will be served upon 3'ou at twelve o'clock on the 16th. Bah ! the worthy Mitral, 3-our bailiff, is mine as well ; he will send 3-ou the writ in an envelope, -with all the con- sideration due to your high position." " Monsieur, I have never received a summons in my life," said Birotteau. "There is a beginning to everything," said Molineux. Disma3'ed by the curt malevolence of the old man, C^sar was cowed ; he heard the knell of failure ringing in his ears, and every jangle woke a memor3' of the stern sayings his pitiless justice had uttered against bankrupts. His former opinions now seared, as with fire, the soft substance of his brain. 20 306 C&sar Birotteau. " By the by," said Molineux, "you neglected to put upon your notes, ' for value received in rental,' which would secure me preference." " My position will prevent me from doing anything to the detriment of my creditors/' said Cesar, stunned by the sudden sight of the precipice yawning before him. " Verj' good, monsieur, very good ; I thought I knew everything relating to rentals and tenants, but I have learned through you never to take notes in paj'ment. Ah ! I shall sue you, for your answer shows plainlj- enough that j'ou are not going to meet j'our liabilities. Hard cash is a matter which concerns every landlord in Paris." Birotteau went out, weary of life. It is in the nature of such soft and tender souls to be disheartened by a first rebuff, just as a first success encourages them. Cesar no longer had any hope except in the devotion of little ^Popinot; to wJiom -his thoughts naturallj' turned as he crossed the Marche des_Innocents. "Poor boy! who could have believed it when I launched him, onlj- six weeks ago, in the Tuileries ? " It was just four o'clock, the hour at which the judges left their court-rooms. Popinot the elder chanced to go and see his nephew. This judge, whose mind was singularly acute on all moral questions, was also gifted with a second-sight which enabled him to discover secret intentions, to perceive the meaning of insignificant hu- man actions, the germs of crime, the roots of wrong- doing ; and he now watched Birotteau, though Birotteau was not aware of it. The perfumer, who was annoj-ed at finding the judge with his nephew, seemed to him CSsar Birotteau. 307 harassed, preoccupied, pensive. Little Popinot, always busy, with his pen behind his ear, lay down as usual flat on his stomach before the father of his Cesarine. The emptj' phrases which Cesar addressed to his partner seemed to the judge to mask some important request. Instead of going awaj^ the crafty old man stayed in spite of his nephew's evident desire, for he guessed that the perfumer would soon try to get rid of him hy going away himself. Accordingly, when Birotteau went out the judge followed, and saw Birotteau hanging about that part of the Rue des Cinq-Diamants which leads into the Rue Aubrj'-le-Boucher. This trifling circum- stance roused the suspicions of old Popinot as to Cesar's intentions ; he turned into the Rue des Lombards, and when he saw the perfumer re-enter Anselme's door, he came hastily back again. " My dear Popinot," said Cesar to his partner, "1 have come to ask a service of you." "What can I do?" cried Popinot with generous ardor. "Ah! you save my life," exclaimed the poor man, comforted by this warmth of heart which flarned upon the sea of ice he had traversed for twenty-flve days. " You must give me a note for fifty thousand francs on ray share of the profits ; we will arrange later about the payment." Popinot looked fixedly at C^sar. Cesar dropped his eyes. At this moment the judge re-entered. "My son — ah! excuse me. Monsieur Birotteau — Anselme, I forgot to tell you — " and with an imperious gesture he led his nephew into the street and forced him, in his shirt-sleeves and bareheaded, to listen as they 308 Cisar Birotteau. walked towards the Rue des Lombards. " My nephew, jour old master may find himself so involved that he will be forced to make an assignment. Before taking that step, honorable men who have fortj' years of in- tegrity to boast of, virtuous men seeking to save their good name, will plaj"^ the part of reckless gamblers ; thej' become capable of anything ; they will sell their wives, traffic with their daughters, comi^romise their best friends, pawn what does not belong to them ; thej' will frequent gambling-tables, become dissemblers, hypo- crites, liars ; they wiU even shed tears. I have wit- nessed strange things. You j-ourself have seen Roguin's respectability, — a man to whom they would have given the sacraments without confession. I do not apply these remarks in their full force to Monsieur Birotteau, — I believe him to be an honest man ; but if he asks you to do anything, no matter what, against the rules of busi- ness, such as indorsing notes out of good-nature, or launching into a sj'stem of ' circulations,' which, to my mind, is the first step to swindling, — for it is uttering counterfeit paper-monej-, — if he asks you to do any- thing of the kind, promise me that you will sign nothing without consulting me. Remember that if 30U love his daughter you must not — in the verj' interests of j-our love you must not — destroy your future. If Monsieur Birotteau is to fall, what will it avail if you fall too? You will deprive yourselves, one as much as the other, of all the chances of j'our new business, which may prove his only refuge." "Thank jou, my uncle; a word to the wise is enough," said Popinot, to whom Cesar's heart-rending exclamation was now explained. CSsar Birotteau. 309 The merchant in oils, refined and otherwise, returned to his gloomy shop with an anxious brow. Birotteau saw the change. " Will you do me the honor to come up into my bed- room? We shall be better there. The clerks, though very busy, might overhear us." Birotteau followed Popinot, a prey to the anxiet}- a condemned man goes through from the moment of his appeal for mercj' until its rejection. " My dear benefactor," said Anselme, " you cannot doubt my devotion ; it is absolute. Permit me only to ask you one thing. Will this sum clear you entirely, or is it onlj' a means of delaj-ing some catastrophe ? If it is that, what good will it do to drag me down also? You want notes at ninety days. Well, it is absolutely impossible that I could meet them in that time." Birotteau rose, pale and solemn, and looked at Popinot. Popinot, horror-struck, cried out, "I will do them for you, if you wish it." " Ungrateful ! " said his master, who spent his whole remaining strength in hurling the word at Anselme's brow, as if it were a living mark of infamj-. Birotteau walked to the door, and went out. Popi- not, rousing himself from the sensation which the ter- rible word produced upon him, rushed down the stair- case and into the street, but Birotteau was out of sight. Cesarine's lover heard that dreadful charge ringing in his ears, and saw the distorted face of the poor distracted Cesar constantlj- before him ; Popinot was to live hence- forth, like Hamlet, with a spectre beside him. Birotteau wandered about the streets of the neighbor- 310 CSsar Birotteau. hood like a drunken man. At last he found himself upon the quay, and followed it till he reached Sevres, where he passed the night at an inn, maddened with grief, while his terrified wife dared not send in search of him. She knew that in such circumstances an alarm, imprudently given, might be fatal to his credit, and the wise Constance sacrificed her own anxiety to her husband's commercial reputation : she waited silently through the night, mingling her prayers and terrors. Was C4sar dead? Had he left Paris on the scent of some last hope? The next morning she behaved as though she knew the reasons for his absence ; but at five o'clock in the afternoon when Cesar had not returned, she sent for her uncle and begged him to go at once to the Morgue. During the whole of that daj- the courageous creature sat behind her counter, her daughter embroid- ering beside her. When Pillerault returned, Cesar was with him ; on his way back the old man had met him in the Palais-Royal, hesitating before the entrance to a gambling-house. This was the 14th. At dinner Cesar could not eat. His stomach, violently contracted, rejected food. The evening hours were terrible. The shaken man went through, for the hundredth time, one of those frightful alternations of hope and despair which, by forcing the soul to run up the scale of joyous emotion and then pre- cipitating it to the last depths of agony, exhaust the vital strength of feeble beings, Derville, Birotteau's advo- cate, rushed into the handsome salon where Madame Cesar was using all her persuasion to retain her husband, who wished to sleep on the fifth floor, — " that I may not see," he said, " these monuments of my folly." CSsar Birotteau. 311 " The suit is won ! " cried Derville. At these words Cesar's drawn face relaxed ; but his joj' alarmed Derville and Pillerault. The women left the room to go and weep by themselves in Cesarine's chamber. " Now I can get a loan ! " cried Birotteau. " It would be imprudent," said Derville ; " they have appealed ; the court might reverse the judgment ; but in a raoutli it would be safe." "A month!" Cesar fell into a sort of slumber, from which no one tried to rouse him, — a species of catalepsy, in which the bodj' lived and suffered while the functions of the mind were in abeyance. This respite, bestowed bj- chance, was looked upon hy Constance, Cesarine, Pillerault, and Derville as a blessing from God. And thej' judged rightly : Cesar was thus enabled to bear the harrowing emotions of that night. He was sitting in a corner of the sofa near the fire ; his wife was in the other corner watching him attentively, with a soft smile upon her lips, — the smile which proves that women are nearer than men to the angelic nature, in that they know how to mingle an infinite tenderness with an all-embracing compassion ; a secret belonging only to angels seen in dreams providentially strewn at long intervals through the liistorj' of human life. Cesarine, sitting on a little stool at her mother's feet, touched her fatlier's hand lightly with her hair from time to time, as she gave him a caress into which she strove to put the thoughts which, in such crises, the voice seems to render intrusive. Seated in his arm-chair, like the Chancelier de I'Hopital on the peristyle of the Chamber of Deputies, Pillerault — 312 Cisar Birotteau. a philosopher prepared for all events, and showing upon his countenance the wisdom of an Egyptian sphinx — was talking to Derville and his niece in a suppressed voice. Constance thought it best to consult the lawyer, whose discretion was beyond a doubt. With the bal- ance-sheet written in her head, she explained the whole situation in low tones. After an hour's conference, held in presence of the stupefied Cesar, Derville shook his head and looked at Pillerault. "Madame," he said, with tlie horrible coolness of his profession, "you must give in your schedule and make an assignment. Even supposing that by some contrivance you could meet the payments for to-morrow, you would have to pay down at least three hundi-ed thousand francs before j'ou could borrow on those lands. Your liabilities are five hundred thousand. To meet them yon have assets that are verj' promising, very productive, but not convertible at present ; j'ou must fail within a given time. My opinion is that it is better to jump out of the window than to roll down- stairs." " That is my advice, too, dear child," said Pillerault. Derville left, and Madame Cesar and Pillerault went with him to the door. "Poor father!" said Cesarine, who rose softly to lay a kiss on Cesar's head. " Then Anselme could do nothing?" she added, as her mother and Pillerault returned. " Ungrateful ! " cried C^sar, struck by the name of Anselme in the only living part of his memory, — as the note of a piano lifts the hammer which strikes its corresponding string. Ciiar Birotteau. 313 From the moment when that word " Ungrateful" was flung at him like an anathema, little Popinot had not had an hour's sleep nor an instant's peace of mind. The unhappy lad cursed his uncle, and finally went to see him. To get the better of that experienced judicial wis- dom he poured forth the eloquence of love, hoping it might seduce a being from whose mind human speech slips lilie water from a duck's back, — a judge ! "From a commercial point of view," he said, "cus- tom does allow the managing-partner to advance a cer- tain sum to the sleeping-partner on the profits of the business, and we are certain to make profits. After close examination of my affairs I do feel strong enough to pay forty thousand francs in three months. The known integrity of Monsieur Cesar is a guarantee that he will use that forty thousand to pay off his debts. Thus the creditors, if there should come a failure, can lay no blame on us. Besides, uncle, I would rather lose forty thousand francs than lose Cesarine. At this very moment while I am speaking, she has doubtless been told of my refusal, and will cease to esteem mc. I vowed my blood to my benefactor ! I am like a young sailor who ought to sink with his captain, or a soldier who should die with his general." " Good heart and bad merchant, you will never lose my esteem," said the judge, pressing the hand of his 314 Cesar Birotteau. nephew. "I have thought a great deal of this," he added. " I know j-ou love Cesarine devotedly, and I think you can satisfy the claims of love and the claims of commerce." " Ah ! my uncle, if j^ou have found a way my honor is saved ! " " Advance Birotteau fifty thousand francs on his share in your oil, which has now become a species of property, reserving to j'ourself the right of buying it back. I will draw up the deed." Anselme embraced his uncle and rushed home, made notes to the amount of fifty thousand francs, and ran from the Eue des Cinq-Diamants to the Place VendSme, so that just as Cesarine, her mother, and Pillerault were gazing at Cesar, amazed at the sepulchral tone in which be had uttered the word ' ' Ungrateful ! " the door of the salon opened and Popinot appeared. ' ' My dear and beloved master ! " he cried, wiping the perspiration from his forehead, " here is what you asked of me ! " He held out the notes. " Yes, I have carefully examined my situation ; you need have no fear, I shall be able to pay them. Save — save j'our honor ! " " I was sure of him ! " cried Cesarine, seizing Popi- not's hand, and pressing it with convulsive force. Madame Cesar embraced him ; Birotteau rose up like the righteous at the sound of the last trump, and issued, as it were, from the tomb. Then he stretched out a frenzied hand to seize the flftj' stamped papers. " Stop ! " said the terrible uncle Pillerault, snatching the papers from Popinot, " one moment ! " The four individuals present, — Cesar, his wife, Cesa- rine, and Popinot, — bewildered by the action of the old CSsar Birotteau. 315 man and by the tone of his voice, saw him tear the papers and fling them in the fire, without attempting to interfere. "Uncle!" "Uncle!" " Uncle ! " " Monsieur!" Four voices and but one heart ; a startling unanimity ! Uncle Pillerault, passed his arm round Popinot's neck, held him to his breast, and kissed him. "You are worthy of the love of those who have hearts," he said. "If you loved a daughter of mine, had she a million and yon had nothing but that [point- ing to the black ashes of the notes] , you should marry her in a foitnight, if she loved 30U. Your master," he said, pointing to Cesar, "is beside himself. My nephew," resumed Pillerault gravely, addressing the poor man, — "my nephew, awaj- with illusions! We must do business with francs, not feelings. All this is noble, but useless. I spent two hours at the Bourse this afternoon ; you have not one farthing's credit ; every one is talking of your disaster, of your attempts to renew, of j-our appeals to various bankers, of their refusals, of your follies, — going up six flights of stairs to beg a gossiping landlord, who chatters like a mag-^ pie, to renew a note of twelve hundred francs ! — your ball, given to conceal your embarrassments. They have gone so far as to say ^-ou had no property in Roguin's hands ; according to your enemiefe, Eoguin is only a blind. A friend of mine, whom I sent about to learn what is going on, confirms what I tell you. Every one foresees that Popinot wUl issue notes, and believes 316 CSsar Birotteau. that you set him up in business expressly as a last re- source. In short, every calumny or slander which a man brings upon himself when he tries to mount a rung of the social ladder, is going the rounds among business men to-day. You might hawk about those notes of Popinot in vain ; you would meet humiliating refusals ; no one would take them ; no one could be sure how many such notes you are issuing ; every one expects you to sacrifice the poor lad to your own safety. You would destroy to no purpose the credit of the house of Popinot. Do you know how much the boldest monej'- lender would give you for those fifty thousand francs ? Twenty thousand at the most ; twentj' thousand, do 3'ou hear me ? There are crises in business when we must stand up three days before the world without eating, as if we had indigestion, and on the fourth we may be admitted to the larder of credit. You cannot live tlu'ough those three days ; and the whole matter lies there. Mj' poor nephew, take courage ! file your sched- ule, make an assignment. Here is Popinot, here am I ; we will go to work as soon as the clerks have gone to bed, and spare you the agonj- of it." " My uncle ! " said Cesar, clasping his hands. " Cesar, would j'ou choose a shameful failure, in which there ai'e no assets? Your share in the house of Popinot is all that saves j-our honor." Cesar, awakened by this last and fatal stream of light, saw at length the frightful truth in its full extent ; he fell back upon the sofa, from thence 'to his knees, and his mind seemed to wander : he became like a lit- tle child. His wife thought he was d3-ing. She knelt down to raise him, but joined her voice to his when Cesar Birotteau. 817 she saw him clasp his hands and hft his eyes, and recite, -with resigned contrition, in the hearing of his uncle, his daughter, and Popinot, the sublime catholic praj-er : — " Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name ; thy kingdom come ; th}- will be done on earth, as it is in heaven ; give xjs this day our daily bread ; and forgive us our offences, as we forgive those who have offended against us. So be it ! " Tears came into the ej-es of the stoic Pillerault ; Cesarine, overcome and weeping, leaned her head upon Popinot's shoulder, as he stood pale and rigid as a statue. "Let us go below," said the old merchant, taking the arm of the young man. It was half-past eleven when they left Cesar to the care of his wife and daughter. Just at that moment Celestin, the head-clerk, to whom the management of the house had been left during this secret tumult, came up to the appartement and entered the salon. Hearing his step, Cesarine ran to meet him, that he might not see the prostration of his master. "Among the letters this evening there was one from Tours, which was misdirected and therefore de- layed. I thought it might be from monsieur's brother, so I did not open it." " Father ! " cried Cesarine ; " a letter from my uncle at Tours ! " "Ah, I am saved ! " cried Cdsar. "My brother ! oh, my brother ! " He kissed the letter, as he broke the seal, and read it aloud to his wife and daughter in a trembling voice : — 318 CSsar Birotteau. Answer of Francois to Cesar Birotteau. Tours, 10th. My beloved Brother, — Your letter gave me the deep- est pain. As soon as I had read it, I went at once and offered to God the holy sacrifice of the Mass, imploring him by the blood which his Son, our divine Redeemer, shed for us, to look with mercy upon your afflictions. At the moment when I offered the prayer Pro meo fratre Ccesare, my eyes were filled with tears as I thought of you, — from whom, unfortunately, I am separated in these days when you must sorely need the support of fraternal friendship. I have thought that the worthy and venerable Monsieur Pillerault would doubtless replace me. My dear Cesar, never forget, in the midst of your troubles, that this life is a scene of trial, and is passing away; that one day we shall be re- warded for having suffered for the holy name of God, for his holy Church, for having followed the teachings of his Gos- pel and practised virtue. If it were otherwise, this world would have no meaning. I repeat to you these maxims though I know how good and pious you are, because it may happen that those who, like you, are flung into the storms of life upon the perilous waves of human interests might be tempted to utter blasphemies in the midst of their adversity, — carried away as they are by anguish. Curse neither the men who injure you nor the God who mingles, at his will, your joy with bitterness. Look not on life, but lift your eyes to heaven ; there is comfort for the weak, there are riches for the poor, there are terrors for the — "But, Birotteau," said his wife, " skip all that, and see what he sends us." " "We will read it over and over hereafter," said C^sar, wiping his eyes and turning over the page, letting fall, as he did so, a Treasury note. "I was G6sar Birotteau. 319 sure of him, poor brother ! " said Birotteau, picking up the note and continuing to read, in a voice broken by tears. I went to Madame de Listomfere, and without telling her the reason of my request I asked her to lend me all she could dispose of, so as to swell the amount of my savings. Her generosity has enabled me to make up a thousand francs; which I send herewith, in a note of the Receiver- General of Tours on the Treasury. " A fine sum ! " said Constance, looking at Cesarine. By retrenching a few superfluities in my life, I can return the four hundred francs Madame de Listomere has lent me iu three years ; so do not make yourself uneasy about them, my dear Cesar. I send you all I have in the world ; hoping that this sum may help you to a happy conclusion of your financial difficulties, which doubtless are only momentary. I well know your delicacy, and I wish to forestall your ob- jections. Do not dream of paying me any intei'est for this money, nor of paying it back at all in the day of prosperity which ere long will dawn for you if God deigns to hear the prayers I offer to him daily. After I received your last letter, two years ago, I thought you so rich that I felt at lilioty to spend my savings upon the poor; but now, all that I have is yours. When you have overcome this little com- mercial difficulty, keep the sum I now send for my niece Cesarine ; so that when she marries she may buy some trifle to remind her of her old uncle., who daily lifts his hands to heaven to implore the blessing of God upon her and all who are dear to her. And also, my dear Cesar, recollect I am a poor priest who dwells, by the grace of God, like the larks in the meadow, in quiet places, trying to obey the com- mandment of our divine Saviour, and who consequently needs but little money. Therefore, do not have the least 320 CSsar Birotteau. scruple in the trying circumstances in which you find your- self; and think of me as one who loves you tenderly. Our excellent Abb^ Chapeloud, to whom I have not re- vealed your situation, desires me to convey his friendly regards to every member of your family, and his wishes for the continuance of your prosperity. Adieu, dear and well- beloved brother ; I pray that at this painful juncture God will be pleased to preserve your health, and also that of your wife and daughter. I wish you, one and all, patience and coui'age under your afflictions. FKANfOIS BlEOTTEAU, Priest, Vicar of the Cathedral and Parochial Church of Saint-Gatieii de Tours. " A thousand francs ! " cried Madame Birotteau. " Put them away," said C^sar gravely ; " thejr are all he had. Besides, they belong to our daughter, and will enable us to live ; so that we need ask nothing of our creditors." " They will think you are abstracting large sums." " Then I will show them the letter." " They will think it a trick." "My God! my God!" cried Birotteau. "I once thought thus of poor, unhappj' people who were doubt- less as I am now." Terriblj' anxious about Cesar's state, mother and daughter sat plying their needles by his side, in pro- found silence. At two in the morning Popinot gently opened the door of the salon and made a sign to Madame Cesar to come down. On seeing his niece Pillerault took off his spectacles. " My child, there is hope," he said ; " all is not lost. But your husband ^could not bear the uncertainty of the negotiations which Anselme and I are about to under- CSsar Birotteau. 321 take. Don't leave 3-our shop to-movrow, and take the addresses of all the bills ; we have till four o'clock in the afternoon of the 15th. Here is my plan : Neither Ragon nor I am to be considered. Suppose that j-our hundred thousand francs deposited -nith Roguin had been remitted to the purchasers, you. would not have them then an}' more than jou have them now. The hundred and forty thousand francs for which notes were given to Claparon, and which must be paid in any state of the case, are what you have to meet. Therefore it is not Roguin's bankruptcy wliich has ruined you. I find, to meet j-our obligations, fortj- thousand francs which j'ou can, sooner or later, borrow on your property in the Faubourg du Temple, and sixty thousand for j-our share in the house of Popinot. Thus j-ou can make a struggle, for later you maj- borrow on the lands about the Madeleine. If 3'our chief creditor agrees to help you, I shall not consider my interests ; I shall sell out my Funds and live on dry bread ; Popinot will get along between life and death, and as for j-ou, you will be at the mercy of the smallest commercial mischance ; but Cephalic Oil will undoubtedl}' make great returns. Popinot and I have consulted together ; we will stand by 3'ou in this struggle. Ah ! I shall eat my drj' bread gayly if I see daylight breaking on the horizon. But everything depends on Gigonnet, who holds the notes, and the associates of Claparon. Popinot and I are going to see Gigonnet between seven and eight o'clock in the morning, and then we shall know what their intentions are." Constance, wholly 'overcome, threw herself into her uncle's arms, voiceless except through tears and sobs. 21 322 C4sar Birotteau. Neither Popinot nor Pillerault knew or could know that Bidault, called Gigonnet, and Claparon were du Tillet under two shapes; and that du Tillet was re- solved to read in the "Journal des Petites AflSches" this terrible article ; — " Judgment of the Court of Commei'ce, which declares the Sieur Cesar Birotteau, merchant-perfumer, living in Paris, Hue Saint-Honor6, no. 397, insolvent, and appoints the pre- liminary examination on the 17th of January, 1819. Com- missioner, Monsieur Gobenheim-Keller. Agent, Monsieur Molineux." Anselme and Pillerault examined Cesar's afiairs until da3-light. At eight o'clock in the morning the two brave friends, — one an old soldier, the other a young recruit, who had never known, except bj' hearsay, the terrible anguish of those who commonly went up the staircase of Bidault called Gigonnet, — wended their waj-, with- out a word- to each other, towards the Rue Grenetat. Both were suffering ; from time to time Pillerault passed his hand across his brow. The Rue Grenetat is a street where all tlie houses, crowded with trades of every kind, have a repulsive as- pect. The buildings are horrible. The vile uncleanliness of manufactories is their leading feature. Old Gigonnet lived on the third floor of a house whose window-sashes, with small and very du-ty panes, swung by the middle, on pivots. The staircase opened directlj' upon the street. The porter's lodge was on the entresol, in a space which was lighted only from the staircase. All the lodgers, with the exception of Gigonnet, worked at trades. Workmen were continually coming and going. The stairs were caked with a layer of mud. CSsar Birotteau. 823 hard or soft according to the state of the atmosphere, and were covered with filth. Each landing of this noisome stairway bore the names of the occupants in gilt letters on a metal plate, painted red and varnished, to which were attached specimens of their craft. As a rule, the doors stood open and gave to view queer combinations of the domestic household and the manu- facturing operations. Strange cries and grunts issued therefrom, with songs and whistles and hisses that re- called the liour of four o'clock in the Jardin des Plantes. On the first floor, in an evil-smelling lair, the handsom- est braces to be found in the article-Paris were made. On the second floor, the elegant boxes which adorn the shop-windows of the boulevards and the Palais-Roj^al at the beginning of the new year were manufactured, in the midst of the vilest filth. Gigonnet eventuallj' died, worth eighteen hundred thousand francs, on the third floor of this house, from which no consideration could move him ; though his niece, Madame Saillard, ofl'ered to give him an appartement in a hotel in the Place Eoj'ale. "Courage!" said Pillerault, as he pulled the deer's hoof hanging from the bell-rope of Gigonnet's clean gray door. Gigonnet opened the door himself. Cesar's two sup- porters, entering the precincts of bankruptcj^ crossed the first room, which was clean and chilly and without curtains to its windows. All three sat down in the inner room where the money-lender lived, before a hearth full of ashes, in the midst of which the wood was successfully defending itself against the fire. Popinot's courage froze at sight of the usurer's green boxes and the monastic austerity of the room, whose atmosphere was 324 CSsar Birotteau. like that of a cellar. He looked with a wondering ej-e at the miserable blueish paper sprinkled with tricolor flow- ers, which had been on the walls for twenty-five j-ears ; and then his anxious glance fell upon the chimney-piece, ornamented with a clock shaped like a lyre, and two oval vases in Sevres blue richly mounted in copper-gilt. This relic, picked up by Gigonnet after the pillage of Versailles, where the populace broke nearly everything, came from the queen's boudoir ; but these rare vases were flanked by two candelabra of abject shape made of wrought-iron, and the barbarous contrast recalled the circumstances under which the vases had been acquired. "I know that you have not come on your own ac- count," said Gigonnet, "but on behalf of the great Birotteau. Well, what is it, my friends?" "We can tell you nothing that you do not already know; so I will be brief," said Pillerault. "You have notes to the order of Claparon? " " Yes." "Will you exchange the first fifty thousand of those notes against notes of Monsieur Popinot, here present, — less the discount, of course?" Gigonnet took ofl' the terrible green cap which seemed to have been born on him, pointed to his skull, denuded of hair and of the color of fresh butter, made his usual Voltairean grimace, and said : ' ' You wish to pay me in hair-oil ; have I any use for it? " "If you choose to jest, there is nothing to be done but to beat a retreat," said Pillerault. " You speak like the wise man that you are," answered Gigonnet, with a flattering smile. CSsar Birotteau. 325 " Well, suppose I indorse Monsieur Popinot's notes? " said Pillerault, playing his last card. " You are gold by the ingot, Monsieur Pillerault ; but I don't want bars of gold, I want my money." Pillerault and Popinot bowed and went away. Going down the stairs, Popinot's knees shook under him. " Is that a man? " he said to Pillerault. " Thej' say so," replied the other. " My boy, always bear in mind this short interview. Anselme, you have just seen the banking-business unmasked, without its cloak of courtes3^ Unexpected events are the screw of the press, we are the grapes, the bankers are the casks. That land speculation is no doubt a good one ; Gigon- net, or some one behind him, means to strangle C^sar and step into his skin. It is all over ; there 's no remedj'. But such is the Bank : be warned; never have recourseto it!" After this horrible morning, during which Madame Birotteau for the first time sent away those who came for their monej', taking their addresses, the courage- ous woman, happy in the thought that she was thus sparing her husband from distress, saw Popinot and Pillerault, for whom she waited with ever-growing anxietj-, return at eleven o'clock, and read her sentence in their faces. The assignment was inevitable. " He will die of grief," said the poor woman. " I could almost wish he might," said Pillerault, solemnly; "but he is so religious that, as things are now, his director, the Abb^ Loraux, alone can save him." Pillerault, Popinot, and Constance waited while a clerk was sent to bring the Abbe Loraux, before they 326 CSsar Birotteau. carried up to C^sar the schedule which Celestin had prepared, and asked him to affix his signature. The clerks were in despair, for they loved their master. At four o'clock the good priest came ; Constance explained the misfortune that had fallen upon them, and the abbe went upstairs as a soldier mounts the breach. " I know why you have come ! " cried Birotteau. " Mj^ son," said the priest, " j-our feelings of resig- nation to the Divine will have long been known to me ; it now remains to apply them. Keep your ej'es upon the cross ; never cease to behold it, and think upon the humiliations heaped upon the Saviour of men. Meditate upon the agonies of his passion, and you will be able to bear the mortification which God has laid upon 3'ou — " " My brother, the abbe, has already prepared me," said C^sar, showing the letter, which he had re-read and now held out to his confessor. "You liave a good brother," said Monsieur Loraux, " a virtuous and gentle wife, a tender daughter, two good friends, — j'our uncle and our dear Anselme, — two indulgent creditors, the Eagons : all these kind hearts will pour balm upon j'our wounds daily, and will help you to bear your cross. Promise me to have the firmness of a martyr, and to face the 'blow without faltering." The abbe coughed, to give notice to Pillerault who was waiting in the salon. "My resignation is unbounded," said Cesar, calmly. "Dishonor has come; I must now think only of rep- aration." The firm voice of the poor man and his whole man- ner surprised C^sarine and the priest. Yet nothing Cisar Birotteau. 327 could be more natural. All men can better bear a known and definite misfortune tlian the cruel uncertain- ties of a fate which, from one moment to another, brings excessive hope or crushing sorrow. " I have dreamed a dream for twentj'-two j'ears ; to-daj' I awake with my cudgel in my hand," said C^sar, his mind turning back to the Tourangian peas- ant days. Pillerault pressed his nephew in his arms as he heard the words. Birotteau saw that his wife, Anselme, and Celestin were present. The papers which the head- clerk held in his hand were significant. Cesar calmly contemplated the little group where every ej-e was sad but loving. "Stay!" he said, unfastening his cross, which he held out to the Abbe Loraux ; " give it back to me on the day when I can wear it without shame. Celestin," he added, "write my resignation as deputj'-mayor, — Monsieur I'abbe will dictate the letter to you ; date it the 14th, and send it at once to Monsieur de la Billardiere bj- Eaguet." Celestin and the abbd went down stairs. For a quarter of an hour silence reigned unbroken in C dsar's study. Such strength of mind surprised the family. Celestin and the abbe came back, and Cesar signed his resignation. When his uncle Pillerault presented the schedule and the papers of his assignment, the poor man could not repress a horrible nervous shudder. " My God, have pity upon me !" he said, signing the dreadful paper, and holding it out to Celestin. " Monsieur," said Anselme Popinot, over whose dejected brow a luminous light flashed suddenly, 328 CSsar Birotteau. "maflame, do me the honor to grant me the hand of Mademoiselle Cesarine." At these words tears came into the ej-es of all pres- ent except Cesar ; he rose, took Anselme by the hand and said, in a hollow voice, " Mj' son, you shall never marrj' the daughter of a bankrupt.'' Anselme looked fixedly at Birotteau and said : " Mon- sieur, will you pledge yourself, here, in presence of your whole familj', to consent to our marriage, if mademoi- selle will accept me as her husband, on the day when j'ou have i-etrieved your failure ? " There was an instant's silence, during which all pres- ent were affected by the emotions painted on the worn face of the poor man. " Yes," he said, at last. Anselme made a gesture of unspeakable joj', as he took the hand which Cesarine held out to him, and kissed it. " You consent, then?" he said to her. "Yes," she answered. " Now that I am one of the family, I have the right to concern myself in its affairs," he said, with a strange, excited expression of face. He left the room precipitatelj-, that he iiiight not show a joy which contrasted too cruellj' with the sorrow of his master. Anselme was not actuallj- happy at the failure, but love is such an egoist ! Even Cesarine felt within her heart an emotion that contradicted her bitter grief. " Now that we have got so far," whispered Pillerault to Constance, " shall we strike the last blow?" Madame Birotteau let a sign of grief rather than of acquiescence escape her. CSsar Birotteau. 829 "My nepliew," said Pillerault, addressing C^sar, " what do 30U intend to do?" " To carry on my business." "That wonld not be my judgment," said Pillerault. " Take mj- advice, wind np everything, make over your whole assets to j-our creditors, and keep out of business. I have often imagined how it would he if I were in a situation such as yours — Ah, one hus to foresee every- thing in business ! a merchant who does not think of failure is like a general who counts on never being de- feated ; he is only half a merchant. I, in your position, would never have continued in business. What ! be forced to blush before the men I had injured, to bear then- suspicious looks and tacit reproaches ? I can con- ceive of the guillotine — a moment, and all is over. But to have the head replaced, and dailj' cut off anew, — that is agony I could not have borne. Many men take np their business as if nothing had happened : so much the better for them ; they are stronger than Claude- Joseph Pillerault. If j'ou pay in cash, and j'ou are obliged to do so, thej' say that you have kept back part ofj'our assets; if j'ou are without a pjcnn}-, it is use- less to attempt to recover j-ourself. No, give up j-our propertj-, sell j-our business, and find something else to do." " What could I find? " said C^sar. " Well," said Pillerault, " look for a situation. You have influential friends, — the Due and theDuchesse de Lenoncourt, Madame de Mortsauf, Monsieur de Van- • denesse. Write to them, go and see them ; they might get you a situation in the royal household which would give 3'ou a thousand crowns or so ; your wife could 330 GSsar Birotteau. earn as much more, and perhaps your daughter also. The situation is not hopeless. You three might earn nearly ten thousand francs a year. In ten years you could pay off a hundred thousand francs, for you shall not use a penny of what you earn ; your two women will have fifteen hundred francs a j'ear from me for their expenses, and, as for j'ou, — we will see about that." Constance and Cesar laid these wise words to heart. Pillerault left them to go to the Bourse, which in those daj's wa's held in a provisional wooden building of a circular shape, and was entered from the Rue Fey- deau. The failure, already known, of a man lately noted and envied, excited general comment in the upper commercial circles, which at that period were all " con- stitutionnel." The gentry of the Opposition claimed a monopoly of patriotism. Roj-alists might love the king, but to love your country was the exclusive priv- ilege of the Left ; the people belonged to it. The downfall of a protege of the palace, of a ministerialist, an incorrigible royalist who on the 13th Vendemiaire had insulted tlie cause of liberty' by fighting against the glorious French Revolution, — such a downfall excited the applause and tittle-tattle of the Bourse. Pillerault wished to learn and studj' the state of public opinion. He found in one of the most animated groups du Tillet, Gobenheim-Keller, Nucingen, old Guillaume, and his son-in-law Joseph Lebas, Claparon, Gigonnet, Mon- genod, Camusot, Gobseck, Adolphe Keller, Palma, Chif- freville, Matifat, Grindot, and Lourdois. " What caution one needs to have ! " said Gobenheim ' to du Tillet. " It was a mere chance that one of ray brothers-in-law did not give Birotteau a credit." CSsar Birotteau. 331 "I am in for ten thousand francs," said du Tillet; "he asked me for them two weeks ago, and I let him have them on his own note without securitj'. But he formerly did me some service, and I am wiUing to lose the money." " Your nephew has done like all tlie rest," said Lour- dois to Pillerault, — ' ' given balls and parties ! That a scoundrel should try to throw dust in people's eyes, I can understand ; but it is amazing that a man who passed for as honest as the da}- should plaj- those worn- out, knavish tricks which we are always finding out and condemning." " Don't trust people unless they live in hovels like Claparon," said Gigonnet. "Hey! mein freint," said the fat Nucingen to du Tillet, " you haf joust missed blayingme a bretty 'drick in zenting PirSdot to me. I don't know," he added, ad- dressing Gobenheim the manufacturer, " \y he tid not ask me for fifdy tousand francs. I should haf gif dem to him." "Oh, no, Monsieur le baron," said Joseph Lebas, " you knew very well that the Bank had refused his paper ; you made them reject it in the committee on discounts. The affair of this unfortunate man, for wiiom I still feel the highest esteem, presents certain peculiar circumstances." Pillerault pressed the hand of Joseph Lebas. " Yes," said Mongenod, " it seems impossible to ex- plain what has happened, unless we believe that con- cealed behind Gigonnet there are certain bankers who want to strangle the speculation in the lands about the Madeleine." 332 GSsar Birotteau. " What has happened is what happens alwa3's to those who go out of their proper business," said Cla- paron, hastily interrupting Mongenod. "If he had set up his own Cephalic Oil instead of running up the price of all the land in Paris by pouncing upon it, he might have lost his hundred thousand francs with Roguin, but he wouldn't have failed. He will go on now under the name of Popinot." " Keep a watch on Popinot," said Gigonnet. Eoguin, in the parlance of such worthy merchants, was now the " unfortunate Roguin.'' Cesar had become "that wretched Birotteau." The one seemed to them excused by his great passion ; the other they considered all the more guilty for his harmless pretensions. Gigonnet, after leaving the Bourse, went round by the E^ie Perrin-Gasselin on his waj- home, in search of Madame Madou, the vendor of dried fruits. "Well, old woman," he said, with his coarse good- humor, " how goes the business? " " So-so," said Madame Madou, respectfulty, offering her only armchair to the usurer, with a show of atten- tion she had never bestowed on her " dear defunct.'' Mother Madou, who would have floored a recalcitrant or too-familiar wagoner and gone fearlesslj' to the assault of the Tuileries on the 10th of October, who jeered her best customers and was capable of speaking up to the king in the name of her associate market- women, — ^Angelique Madou received Gigonnet with abject respect. Without strength in his presence, she shuddered under his rasping glance. The lower classes will long tremble at sight of the executioner, and Gigonnet was the executioner of petty commerce. CSsar Birotteau. 333 In the markets no power on earth is so respected as that of the man who controls the flow of monej' ; all other human institutions are as nothing beside him. Justice herself takes the form of a commissioner, a familiar personage in the ej'es of the market ; but usury seated behind its green boxes, — usury, entreated with fear tugging at the heart-strings, dries up all jest- ing, parches the throat, lowers the proudest look, and makes the commonest market women respectful. " Do you want anything of me? " she said. "A trifle, a mere jiothing. Hold yourself ready to make good those notes of Birotteau ; the man has failed, and claims must be put in at once. I will send you the account to-morrow morning." Madame Madou's eyes contracted like those of a cat for a second, and then shot out flames. "Ah, the villain! Ah, the scoundrel! He came and told me himself he was a deputj'-mayor, — a trumped-up stor}- ! Reprobate ! is that what he calls business ? There is no honor among maj'ors ; the gov- ernment deceives us. Stop ! I '11 go and make him pay me; I will — " "Hej'! at such times every bodj' looks out for him- self, my dear ! " said Gigonnet, lifting his leg with the quaint little action of a cat fearing to cross a wet place, — a habit to which he owed his nickname. "There are some very big wigs in the matter who mean to get themselves out of the scrape." "Yes, and I'll pull my nuts out of the fire, too! Marie-Jeanne, bring my clogs and my rabbit-skin cloak ; and quick, too, or I '11 warm you up with a box on the ear." 334 CSsar Birotteau. "There'll be warm work down there!" thought Gigonnet, rubbing his hands as he walked away. " Du Tillet will be satisfied ; it will make a fine scandal all through the quarter. I don't know what that poor devil of a perfumer has done to him ; for my part 1 pity the fellow as I do a dog with a broken leg. He is n't a man, he has got no force." Madame Madou bore down, like an insurrectionary wave from the Faubourg Saint-Antoine, upon the shop- door of the hapless Birotteau, which she ojiened with ex- cessive violence, for her walk hadincreased her fury. ' ' Heap of vermin ! I want my money ; I will have my money ! You shall give me my monej', or I carry off your scent-bags, and that satin trumperj', and the fans, and everything you 've got here, for my two thousand francs. Who ever heard of mayors robbing the people? If you don't pay me I 'U send you to the galle3s ; I 'II go to the police, — justice shall be done ! I won't leave this place till I 've got my money." She made a gesture as if to break the glass before the shelves on which the valuables were placed. " Mother Madou takes a drop too much," whispered C^lestin to his neighbor. The virago overheard him, — for in paroxysms of pas- sion the organs are either paralyzed or trebly acute, — and she forthwith applied to Celestin's ear the most vigorous blow that ever resounded in a Parisian per- fumery. " Learn to respect women, my angel," she said, " and don't smirch the names of the people you rob." "Madame," said Madame Birotteau, entering from the back-shop, where she happened to be with her hus- CSsar Birotteau. 335 band, — whom Pillerault was persuading to go with him, while Cdsar, to obej' the law, was humbly expressing his wiUingness to go to prison, — " madame, for hearen's sake do not raise a mob, and bring a crowd upon us ! " " Hey ! let them come," said the woman ; "I'll tell them a tale that will make you laugh the wrong side of your mouth. Yes, my nuts and my francs, picked up by the sweat of my brow, helped you to give balls. There you are, dressed like the queen of France in woollen which you sheared off the backs of poor sheep such as me ! Good God ! it would burn my shoulders, that it would, to wear stolen goods ! I 've got nothing but rabbit-skin to cover my carcass, but it is mine ! Brigands, thieves, my money or — " She darted at a pretty inlaid box containing toilet articles. " Put that down, madame ! " said Cesar, coming for- ward, " nothing here is mine ; everything belongs to my creditors. I own nothing but mj' own person ; if j-ou wish to seize that and put me in prison, I give you my word of honor " — the tears fell from his eyes — " that I will wait here till j'ou have me arrested." The tone and gesture were so completely' in keeping with his words that Madame Madou's anger subsided. ' ' M3' property has been cai'ried off by a notarj- ; I am innocent of the disasters I cause," continued Cesar, " but you shall be paid in course of time if I have to die in the effort, and work like a gallej'-slave as a porter in the markets." ' ' Come, you are a good man," said the market-woman. "Excuse my words, madame; but I may as well go and drown myself, for Gigonnet will hound me down. 336 Cisar Birotteau. I can't get any money for ten months to redeem those damned notes of j-ours which I gave him." " Come and see me to-morrow morning," said Pille- rault, showing himself. " I will get you the money from one of mj' friends, at five per cent." " Hey ! if it is n't the worth}' Pere Pillerault ! Why, to be sure, he's j'our uncle," she said to Constance. "Well, 3'ou are all honest people, and I sha'n't lose my monej', shall I? To-morrow morning, then, old fellow ! " she said to the retired ironmonger. C^sar was determined to live on amid the wreck of his fortunes at " The Queen of Eoses,'' insisting that he would see his creditors and explain his affairs to them himself. In spite of Madame Birotteau's earnest en- treaties, Pillerault seemed to approve of Cesar's deci- sion and took him back to his own room. The wily old man then went to Monsieur Haudry, explained the case, and obtained from him a prescription for a sleeping draught, which he took to be made up, and then returned to spend the evening with the family-. Aided by Cesar- ine he induced her father to drink with them. The nar- cotic soon put Cesar to sleep, and when he woke up, fourteen hours later, he was in Pillerault's bedroom, Rue des Bourdonnais, fairly imprisoned by the old man, who was sleeping himself on a cot-bed in the salon. When Constance heard the coach containing Pillerault and C^sar roll away from the door, her courage de- serted her. Our powers are often stimulated by the necessity of upholding some being feebler than ourselves. The poor woman wept to find herself alone in her home as she would have wept for Cdsar dead. Cisar Birotteau. 337 " Mamma," said Cesarine, sitting on her mother's knee, and caressing her with the prettj' kittenish grace which women only displa}- to perfection among them- selves, "jou said that if I took np m}- hfe bravelj-, j'ou would have strength to bear adversitj'. Don't ci-y, dear mother ; I am read^' and willing to go into some shop, and I shall never think again of what we once were. I shall be like you in j'our young da3's ; and you shall never hear a complaint, nor even a regret, from me. I have a hope. Did j-ou not hear what Monsieur Anselme said ? " " The dear boj- ! he shall not be my son-in-law — " " Oh, mamma ! " " — he shall be my own son." " Sorrow has one good," said Cesarine, kissing her mother ; "it teaches us to know our true friends." The daughter at last eased the pain of the poor woman by changing places and playing the mother to her. The next morning Constance went to the house of the Due de Lenoncourt, one of the gentlemen of the king's bed- chamber, and left a letter asking for an interview at a later hour of the day. In the interval she went to Monsieur de la Billardiere, and explained to him the situation in which Eoguin's flight had placed Cesar, begging him to go with her to the duke and speak for her, as she feared she might explain matters ill herself. She wanted a place for Birotteau. Birotteau, she said, would be the most upright of cashiers, — if there could be degrees of integrity among honest men. " The King has just appointed the Comte de Fontaine master of his household ; there is no time to be lost in making the application," said the maj^or. 22 338 CSsar Birotteau. At two o'clock Monsieur de la Billardiere and Madame Cesar went up the grand staircase of the H6tel de Lenoncourt, Rue Saint-Dominique, and were ushered into the presence of the nobleman whom the king preferred to all others, — if it can be said that Louis XVIII. ever had a preference. The gracious welcome of this great lord, who belonged to the small number of true gentlemen whom the preceding century bequeathed to ours, encouraged Madame Cesar. She ■was dignified, yet simple, in her sorrow. Grief enno- bles even the plainest people ; for it has a grandeur of its own ; to reflect its lustre, a nature must needs be true. Constance was a woman essentially true. The question was, how to speak to the- king at once. In the midst of the conference Monsieur de Vande- nesse was announced ; and the duke exclaimed, " Here is our support ! " Madame Birotteau was not unknown to this young man, who had been to her shop two or three times in search of those trifles which are sometimes of more importance than greater things. The duke explained Monsieur de la Billardiere's wishes. As soon as he learned the misfortune which had overtaken the godson of the Marquise d'Uxelles, Vandenesse went at once, accompanied by Monsieur de la Billardiere, to the Comte de Fontaine, begging Madame Birotteau to wait their return. Monsieur le Comte do Fontaine was, like Monsieur de la Billardiere, one of those fine provincial gentlemen, the heroes, almost unknown, who made "la Vendee." Birotteau was not a stranger to him, for he had seen him in the old days at "The Queen of Roses." Men who had shed their blood for the CSsar Birotteau. 339 royal cause enjoyed at this time certain privileges, which the king kept secret, so as not to give umbrage to the Liberals. Monsieur de Fontaine, alwa^'s a favorite with Louis XVIII., was thought to be wholly in his confidence. Not o\\\y did the count positiveh' promise a place, but he returned with the two gentlemen to the Due de Lenoncourt, and asked him to procure for him an audience that very evening ; and also to obtain for Biltardiere an audience with Monsieur, who was greatly attached to the old Vendeen diplomatist. The same evening, the Comte de Fontaine came from the Tuileries to "The Queen of Eoses," and an- nounced to Madame Birotteau that as soon as the pro- ceedings in bankruptcy were over, her husband would be officially appointed to a situation in the Sinking- fund Office," with a salar}' of two thousand five hundred francs, — all the functions in the household of the king being overcrowded with noble supernumeraries to whom promises had already been made. This success was but one part of the task before Madame Birotteau. The poor woman now went to the "Maison du Chat-qui-pelote," in the Rue Saint-Denis, to find Joseph Lebas. As she walked along she met Madame Roguin in a brilliant equipage, apparently making purchases. Their eyes met; and the shame which the rich woman could not hide as she looked at the ruined woman, gave Constance fresh courage. " Never will I roll in a carriage bought with the money of others," she said to herself. Joseph Lebas received her kindly, and she begged him to obtain a place for C^sarine in some respectable 340 Cisar Birotteau. commercial establishment. Lebas made no promises ; but eight daj-s later Cesarine had board, lodging, and a salary of three thousand francs from one of the largest linen-drapers in Paris, who was about to open a branch establishment in the quartier des Italiens. Cesarine was put in charge of the desk, and the superintendence of the new shop was intrusted to her ; she filled, in fact, a position above that of forewoman, and supplied the place of both master and mistress. Madame Cesar went from the '' Chat-qui-pelote " to the Rue des Cinq-Diamants, and asked Popinot to"" let her take charge of his accounts and do his writing, and also manage his household. Popinot felt that his was the only house where Cesar's wife could meet with the respect that was due to her, and find emploj'ment with- out humiliation. The noble lad gave her three thousand francs a year, her board, and his own room ; going him- self into an attic occupied by one of his clerks. Thus it happened that the beautiful woman, after one month's enjoyment of her sumptuous home, came to live in the wretched chamber looking into a damp, dark court, where Gaudissart, Anselme, and Finot had inaugurated Cephalic Oil. When Molineux, appointed agent by the Court of Commerce, came to take possession of Cesar Birotteau's assets, Madame Birotteau,- aided by Celestin, went over the inventory with him. Then the mother and daughter, plainly dressed, left the house on foot and went to their uncle Pillerault's, without once turnins their heads to look at the home where they had passed the greater part of their lives. They walked in silence to the Rue des Bourdonnais, where they were to dine with CSsar Birotteau. 341 Cesar for the first time since their separation. It was a sad dinner. Each had had time for reflection, — time to weigh the duties before them, and sound the depths of their courage. All three were like sailors read}' to face foul weather, but not deceived as to their danger. Birot- teau gathered courage as he was told of the interest peo- ple in high places had taken in finding emploj-ment for him ; butjie wept when he heard what his daughter was to become. Then he held out his hand to his wife, as he saw the courage with which she had returned to labor. Old Pillerault's eyes were wet, for the last time in his life, as he looked at these three beings folded together in one embrace ; from the centre of which Birotteau, feeblest of the three and the most stricken, raised his hands, saying : — " Let us have hope ! " "You shall live with me," said Pillerault, " for the sake of economj- ; you shall have m}' chamber, and share my bread. I have long been lonely ; j^ou shall replace the poor child I lost. Fi'om my house it is but a step to your office in the Rue de I'Oratoire." " God of mercy ! " exclaimed Birotteau ; " in the worst of the storm a star guides me." Eesignation is the last stage of man's misfortune. From this moment Cesar's downfall was accomplished ; he accepted it, and strength returned to him. 342 CSsar Birotteau. VI. After admitting his insolvency and filing his schedule, a merchant should find some retired spot in France, or in foreign countries, where he ma^' live without taking part in life, like the child that he is ; for the law de- clares liim a minor, and not competent for &ny legal action as a citizen. This, however, is never done. Before reappearing he obtains a safe-conduct, which neither judge nor creditor ever refuses to give ; for if the debtor were found without this exeat he would be put in prison, while with it he passes safely, as with a flag of truce, through the enemy's camp, — not by wa}- of curiosity, but for the purpose of defeating the severe intention of the laws relating to bankruptcj'. The effect of all laws which touch private interests is to develop, enormously, the knavery of men's minds. The object of a bankrupt, like that of other persons whose interests are thwarted by any law, is to make void the law in his particular case. The status of civil death in which the bankrupt re- mains a chrysalis lasts for about three months, — a period required b3- formalities which precede a confer- ence at which the creditors and their debtor sign a treaty of peace, by which the bankrupt is allowed the ability to make payments, and receives a bankrupt's certificate. This transaction is called the CQncordat, — a word imply- CSsar Birotteau. 343 ing, perhaps, that peace reigns after the storm and stress of interests violentlj' in opposition. As soon as the insolvent's schedule is filed, the Court of commerce appoints a judge-commissioner, whose duty it is to look after the interests of the still unknown body of creditors, and also to protect the insolvent against the vexatious measures of angrj' creditors, — a double office, which might be nobly magnified if the judges had time to attend to it. The commissioner, however, delegates g,n agent to take possession of the property, the securities, and the merchandise, and to verify the schedule ; when this is done, the court ap- points a day for a meeting of the creditors, notice of which is trumpeted forth in the newspapers. The creditors, real or pretended, are expected to be present and choose the provisional assignees, who are to super- sede the agent, step into the insolvent's shoes, become b}' a fiction of law the Insolvent himself, and are au- thorized to liquidate the business, negotiate all trans- actions, sell the property, — in short, recast everything in the interest of the creditors, provided the bankrupt makes no opposition. The majoritj- of Parisian failures stop short at this point, and the reason is as follows : The appointment of one or more permanent assignees is an act which gives opportunitj' for the bitterest action on the part of creditors who are thirsting for vengeance, who have been tricked, baflled, cozened, trapped, dnped, robbed, and cheated. Although, as a general thing, all creditors are cheated, robbed, duped, trapped, cozened, tricked, and baffled, j'et there is not in all Paris a com- mercial passion able to keep itself alive for ninetj* days. The paper of commerce alone maintains its vitality, 344 Cisar Birotteau. and rises, athirst for payment, in three months. Before ninety days are over, the creditors, worn out by coming and going, by the marches and countermarches which a failure entails, are asleep at the side of their excellent little wives. This may help a stranger to understand why it is that the provisional in France is so often the definitive : out of every thousand provisional assignees, not more than five ever become permanent. The sub- sidence of passions stirred up by failures is thus ac- counted for. But here it becomes necessary to explain to persons who have not the happiness to be in business the whole drama of bankruptcy, so as to make them understand how it constitutes in Paris a monstrous legal farce ; and also how the bankruptcy of Cesar Birotteau was a signal exception to the general rule. This fine commercial drama is in three distinct acts, — the agent's act, tiie assignee's act, the concordat, or certiflcate-of-bankruptcj'' act. Like all theatrical per- formances, it is played with a double intent : it is put upon the stage for the public ej'e, but it has also its hidden purpose ; there is one performance for the pit, and another for the side-scenes. Posted in the side- scenes are the bankrupt and his solicitor, the attorney of the creditors, the assignees, the agent, and the judge- commissioner himself. No one out of Paris knows, and no one in Paris does not know, that a judge of the com- mercial courts is the most extraordinary magistrate that society ever allowed itself to create. This judge may live in dread of his own justice at any moment. Paris has seen the president of her courts of commerce file his own schedule. Instead of being an experienced retu'ed Cisar Birotteau. 345 merchant, to whom the magistracy might properly be made the reward of a pure life, this judge is a trader, bending under the weight of cnonnous enterprises, and at the head of some large commercial house. The sine qua non condition in the election of this functionary, whose business it is to pass judgment on the avalanche of commercial suits incessantly rolling through the courts, is that he shall have the greatest difBculty in managing his own affairs. This commercial tribunal, far from be- ing made a useful means of transition whereby a mer- chant might rise, without ridicule, into the ranks of the nobilitj', is in point of fact made up of traders who are trading, and who are liable to suffer for their judg- ments when thej- next meet with dissatisfied parties, — very much as Birotteau was now punished by du Tillet. The commissioner is of necessity a personage be- fore whom much is said ; who listens, recollecting all the while his own interests, and leaves the cause to the assignees and the attorneys, — except, possiblj', in a few strange and unusual cases where dishonesty is accompanied b}' peculiar circumstances, when the judge usually observes that the debtor, or the credit- ors, as it maj' happen, are clever people. This per- sonage, set up in the drama like the royal bust in a public audience-chamber, may be found early in the morning at his wood-j-ard, if he sells wood ; in his shop, if, like Birotteau, he is a perfumer ; or, in the evenings, at his dessert after dinner, — always, it should be added, in a terrible hurry ; as a general thing he is silent. Let us, however, do justice to the law : the legislation that governs his functions, and which was pushed through in 346 Cisar Birotteau. haste, has tied the hands of this commissioner; and it sometimes happens that lie sanctions fraud which he cannot hinder, — as the reader will shortlj- see. The agent to whom the judge delegates the first pro- ceedings, instead of serving the creditors, may become if he please a tool of the debtor. Every one hopes to swell his own gains by getting on the right side of the debtor, who is always supposed to keep back a hidden treasure. The agent may make himself useful to both parties ; on the one hand by not laying the bankrupt's business in ashes, on the other by snatching a few mor- sels for men of influence, — in short, he runs with the hare and holds with the hounds. A clever agent has frequently arrested judgment by buying up the debts and releasing the merchant, who then rebounds like an india-rubber ball. The agent chooses the best-stocked crib, whether it leads him to cover the largest creditors and shear the debtor, or to sacrifice the creditors for the future prosperity of the restored merchant. The action of the agent is decisive. This man, together with the bankrupt's solicitor, plaj-s the utility role in the drama, where it may be said neither the one nor the other would accept a part if not sure of their fees. Taking the average of a thousand failures, an agent will be found nine hundred and flftj' times on the side of the bankrupt. At the period of our history, the solicitors frequently sought the judge with the request that he would appoint an agent whom they proposed to him, — a man, as they said, to whom the afl;"airs of the bankrupt were well-known, who would know how to reconcile the interests of the whole body of creditors with those of a man honorably overtaken by misfortune. CSsar Birotteau. 347 For some years past the best judges have sought the advice of the solicitors in this matter for the purpose of not taking it, endeavoring to appoint some other agent quasi virtuous. During this act of the drama the creditors, real or pretended, come forward to select the provisional assignees, who are often, as we have said, the final ones. In this electoral assembly all creditors have tlie right to vote, whether the sum owing to them is fifty sous, or fifty thousand francs. This assembly, in which are found pretended creditors introduced by the bankrupt, — the only electors who never fail to come to the meet- ing, — proposes the whole body of creditors as candi- dates from among whom the commissioner, a president without power, is supposed to select the assignees. Thus it happens that the judge almost alwajs ap- points as assignees those creditors whom it suits the bankrupt to have, — another abuse which makes the catastrophe of bankruptcy one of the most burlesque dramas to which justice ever lent her name. The honorable bankrupt overtaken by misfortune is then master of the situation, and proceeds to legalize the theft he premeditated. As a rule, the pettj' trades of Paris are guiltless in this respect. When a shopkeeper gets as far as making an assignment, the worthy man has usuallj' sold his wife's shawl, pawned his plate, left no stone unturned, and succumbs at last with empty hands, ruined, and without enough money to pay his attorney, who in consequence cares little for him. The law requires that the concordat, at which is granted the bankrupt's certificate that remits to the merchant a portion of his debt, and restores to him the 348 CSsar Birotteau. right of managing his affairs, shall be attended by a majority of the creditors, and also that they shall repre- sent a qertain proportion of the debt. This important action brings out much clever diplomacy, on the part of the bankrupt, his assignees, and his solicitor, among the contending interests which cross and jostle each other. A usual and very common manoeuvre is to offer to that section of the creditors who make up in number and amount the majoritj' required by law certain premiums, which the debtor consents to pay over and above the dividend publielj' agreed upon. This monstrous fraud is without remedj'. The thirty commercial courts which up to the present time have followed one after the other, have each known of it, for all have practised it. Enlightened by experience, they have lately tried to render void such fraudulent agreements ; and as the bankrupts have reason to complain of the extortion, the judges had some hope of reforming to that extent the system of bankruptc3^ The attempt, however, will end in producing something still more immoral ; for the creditors will devise other rascallj' methods, which the judges will condemn as judges, but by which thej^ will profit as merchants. Another much-used stratagem, and one to which we owe the term " serious and legitimate creditor," is that of creating creditors, — just as du Tillet created a banker and a banking-house, — and introducing a certain quan- tity of Claparons under whose skin the bankrupt hides, diminishing by just so much the dividends of the true creditors, and laying up for the honest man a store for the future ; always, however, providing a sufficient ma- jority of votes and debts to secure the passage of his CSsar Birotteau. 349 certificate. The "gay and illegitimate creditors" are like false electors admitted into the electoral college. What chance has the ' ' serious and legitimate creditor " against the " gay and illegitimate creditor" ? Shall he get rid of him by attacking him? How can he do it? To drive out the intruder the legitimate creditor must sacrifice his time^ his own business, and pay an attor- ney to help him ; while the said attorney, making little out of it, prefers to manage the bankruptcj' in another capacity', and therefore works for the genuine creditor without vigor. To dislodge the illegitimate creditor it is necessary to thread the labyrinth of proceedings in bankruptcy, search among past events, ransack accounts, obtain by injunction the books of the false creditors, show the improbability of the fiction of their existence, prove it to the judges, sue for justice, go and come, and stir up symjpathy ; and, finally, to charge like Don Quixote upon each " gay and illegitimate creditor," who if con- victed of ' ' gayetj' " withdi-aws from court, saying with a bow to the judges, " Excuse me, you are mistaken, I am very ' serious.' " All this without prejudice to the rights of the bankrupt, who may carry Don Quixote and his remonstrance to the upper courts ; during which time Don Quixote's own business is suffering, and he is liable to become a bankrupt himself. The upshot of all this is, that in point of fact the debtor appoints his assignees, audits his own accounts, and draws up the certificate of bankruptcy himself. Given these premises, it is easy to imagine the de- vices of Frontin, the trickeries of Sganarelle, the lies of 350 CSsar Birotteau. Mascarille, and the empt\- bags of Scapin which such a system develops. There has never been a failure ■which did not generate enough matter to fill the four- teen volumes of "Clarissa Harlowe," if an author could be found to describe them. A single example -will sufiflce. The illustrious Gobseck, — ruler of Palma, Gigonnet, Werbrust, Keller, Nucingen, and the like, — being concerned in a failure where he attempted to roughl}' handle the insolvent, who had managed to get the better of him, obtained notes from his debtor for an amount which together with the declared dividend made up the sum total of his loss. These notes were to fall due after the concordat. Gobseck then brought about a settlement in the concordat by which sixtj'-flve per cent was remitted to the bankrupt. Thus the creditors were swindled in the interest of Gobseck. But the bankrupt had signed the illicit notes with the name of his insolvent firm, and he was therefore able to bring them under the reduction of sixty-flve per cent. Gobseck, the great Gobseck, received scarcely fifty per cent on his loss. From that day forth he bowed to his debtor with ironical respect. As all operations undertaken by an insolvent within ten days before his failure can be impeached, prudent men are careful to enter upon certain affairs with a cer- tain number of creditors whose interest, like that of the bankrupt, is to arrive at the concordat as fast as pos- sible. . Skilful creditors will approach dull creditors or very busy ones, give an ugly look to the failure, and buy up their claims at half what they are worth at the liquidation ; in this way they get back their money partly by the dividend on their own claims, partly from Cisar Birotteau. 351 the half, or third, or fourth, gained on these purchased claims. A failure is the closure, more or less hermetically tight, of a house where pillage has left a few remaining bags of silver. Lucky tlie man who can get in at a window, slide down a chimnej', creep in through the cellar or through a hole, and seize a bag to swell his share ! In the general rout, the sauve qui peut of Bere- sina is passed from mouth to mouth ; all is legal and illegal, false and true, honest and dishonest. A man is admired if he " covers" himself. To " cover" himself means that he seizes securities to the detriment of the other creditors. France has lately rung with the dis- cussion of an immense failure that took place in a town where one of the upper courts holds its sittings, and where the judges, having current accounts with the bankrupts, wore such heavy india-rubber mantles that the mantle of justice was rubbed into holes. It was absolutely necessary, in order to avert legitimate sus- picion, to send the case for judgment in another court. 'J'here was neither judge nor agent nor supreme court in the region where the failure took place that could be trusted. This alarming commercial tangle is so well under- stood in Paris, that unless a merchant is involved to a large amount he accepts a failure as total shipwreck without insurance, passes it to his profit-and-loss ac- count, and does not commit the folly of wasting time upon it ; he contents ' himself with brewing his own malt. As to the petty trader, worried about his monthly payments, busied in pushing the chariot of his little fortunes, a long and costly legal process terrifies 352 CSsar Birotteau. bim. He gives up trying to see his waj', imitates the substantial merchant, bows his head and accepts his loss. The wholesale merchants seldom fail, nowadaj's ; they^ make friendlj' liquidations ; the creditors take what is given to them, and hand in their receipts. In this way many things are avoided, — dishonor, judicial delays, fees to lawyers, and the depreciation of merchandise. All parties think that bankruptcy will give less in the end than liquidation. There are now more liquidations than bankruptcies in Paris. The assignee's act in the drama is intended to prove that every assignee is incorruptible, and that no collu- sion has ever existed between any of them and the bankrupt. The pit — which has all, more or less, been assignee in its day^ — kuows very well that everj' assignee is a " covered" merchant. It listens, and believes as it likes. After three months emploj-ed in auditing the debtor and creditor accounts, the time comes for the concordat. The provisional assignees make a little report at the meeting, of which the following is the usual formula : — Messieues, — There is owing to the whole of us, in bulk, about a million. We have dismantled our man like a con- demned frigate. The nails, iron, wood, and copper will bring about three hundred thousand francs. We shall thus get about thirty per cent of our money. Happy in obtaining , this amount, when our debtor might have left us only one hundred thousand, we hereby declare him an Aristides; we vote him a premium and crown of encouragement, and pro- pose to leave him to manage his assets, giving him ten or twelve years in which to pay us the fifty per cent which he CSmr BiroUeau. 353 has been so good as to offer us Here is the certificate of bankruptcy ; have the goodness to "walk up to the desk and sign it. At this speech, all the fortunate creditors congratu- late each other and shake hands. After the ratification of the certificate, the bankrupt becomes once more a merchant, precisely such as he was before ; he receives back his securities, he continues his business, he is not deprived of the power to fail again, on the promised dividend, — an additional little failure which often occurs, like the birth of a child nine months after the mother has married her daughter. If the certificate of bankruptcy is not granted, the creditors then select the permanent assignees, take extreme measures, and form an association to get pos- session of the whole property and the business of their debtor, seizing everything that he has or ever will have, — his inheritance from his father, his mother, his aunt, et coBtera. This stern measure can only be carried through by an association of creditors. There are therefore two sorts of failure, — the fail- ure of the merchant who means to repossess himself of his business, and the failure of the merchant who has fallen into the water and is willing to sink to the bot- tom. Pillerault knew the difference. It was, to his thinking and to that of Eagon, as hard to come out pure from the first as to come out safe from the second. After advising C^sar to abandon everything to his creditors, he went to the most honorable solicitor in such matters, that immediate steps might be taken to liquidate the failure and put everything at once at the 23 354 CSsar Birotteau. disposition of the creditors. The law requires that while the drama is being acted, the creditors shall pro- vide for the support of the bankrupt and his family, Pillerault notified the commissioner that he would him- self suppi}' the wants of his niece and nephew. Du Tillet had worked all things together to make the failure a prolonged agony for his old master ; and this is how he did it. Time is so precious in Paris that it is customarj', when two assignees are appointed, for only one to attend to the affair : the duty of the other is merely formal, — he approves and signs, like the second notary in notarial deeds. By this means, the largest failures in Paris are so vigorously handled that, in spite of the law's delaj's, the3' are adjusted, settled, and secured with such rapidity that within a hundred daj's the judge can echo the atrocious saying of the Minister, — " Order reigns in Warsaw." Du Tillet meant to compass Cesar's commercial death. The names of the assignees selected through the influence of du Tillet were very significant to Piller- ault. Monsieur Bidault, called Gigonnet, — the prin- cipal creditor, — was the one to take no active part ; and Molineux, the mischievous old man who lost noth- ing by the failure, was to manage everything. Du Tillet flung the noble commercial carcass to the lit- tle jackal, that he might torment it as he devoured it. After the meeting at which the creditors ap- pointed the assignees, little Molineux returned home "honored," so he said, "by the suffrages of his fel- low-citizens ; " happy in the prospect of hectoring Birotteau, just as a child delights in having an in- sect to maltreat. The landlord, astride of his hobby, Cimr Birotteau. 355 — the law, — begged du Tillet to favor him with his ideas ; and he bought a copy of the commercial Code. Happily, Joseph Lebas, cautioned by Pillerault, had already requested the president of the Board of Com- merce to select a sagacious and well-meaning commis- sioner. Gobenheim-Keller, whom du Tillet hoped to have, found himself displaced by Monsieur Camusot, a substitute-judge, — a rich silk-merchant. Liberal in politics, and the owner of the house in which Pillerault lived ; a man counted honorable. One of the cruellest scenes of Cesar's life was his forced conference with little Molineux, — the being he had once regarded as a nonentitj-, who now b}' a fiction of law had become C^sar Birotteau. He was compelled to go to the Cour Batave, to mount the six flights, and re-enter the miserable appartement of the old man, now his custodian, his quasi judge, — the representative of his creditors. Pillerault accompanied him. " What is the matter?" said the old man, as Cesar gave vent to an exclamation. "Ah, uncle ! you do not know the sort of man this MoUneux is ! " " I have seen him from time to time for fifteen years past at the cafe David, where he plays dominoes. That is why I have come with j'ou." Monsieur Molineux showed the utmost politeness to Pillerault, and much disdainful condescension to the bankrupt ; he had thought over his part, studied the shades of his demeanor, and prepared his ideas. "What information is it that you need?" asked Pillerault. " There is no dispute as to the claims." 356 04sar Birotteau. " Oh," said little Molineux, " the claims are in order, — the j- have been examined. The creditors are all serious and legitimate. But the law, monsieur, — the law ! The expenditures of the bankrupt have been disproportioned to his fortune. It appears that the ball — " " At which you were present," interrupted Pillerault. " — cost nearly sixty thousand francs, and at that time the assets of the insolvent amounted to not more than one hundred and a few thousand francs. There is cause to arraign the bankrupt on a charge of wilful bankruptcy." "Is that your intention ?" said Pillerault, noticing the despondency into which these words had cast Birotteau. "Monsieur, I make a distinction ; the Sieur Birotteau was a member of the municipality — " "You have not sent for us, I presume, to explain that we are to be brought into a criminal police court?" said PiUerault. "The cafe David would laugh finely at your conduct this evening." The opinion of the cafe David seemed to frighten the old man, who looked at Pillerault with a startled air. He had counted on meeting Birotteau alone, intending to pose as the sovereign arbiter of his fate, — a legal Jupiter. He meant to frighten him with the thunder- ' bolt of an accusation, to brandish the axe of a crimi- nal charge over his head, enjoy his fears and his terrors, and then allow himself to be touched and softened, and persuaded at last to restore his victim to a life of per- petual gratitude. Instead of his insect, he had got hold of an old commercial sphinx. " Monsieur," he replied, " I see nothing to laugh at." CSsar Birotteau. 357 "Excuse me," said Pillerault. "You have negotiated largeh' with Monsieur Claparon ; you have neglected the interests of the main \)od.j of the creditors, so as to make sure that certain claims' shall have a preference. Now I can as one of the creditors interfere. The commissioner is to be taken into account.'" " Monsieur," said Molineux, " I am incorruptible." "I am aware of it," said PUlerault. "You have only taken your iron out of the fire, as they saj-. You are keen ; you are acting just as you do with your tenants — " "Oh, monsieur!" said the assignee, suddenly drop- ping into the landlord, — just as the cat metamorphosed into a woman ran after a mouse when she caught sight of it, — " my affair of the Eue Montorgueil is not yet settled. What they call an impediment has arisen. The tenant is the chief tenant. This conspirator de- clares that as he has paid a jear in advance, and having only one more j'ear to " — here Pillerault gave Cesar a look which advised him to pay strict attention — " and, the year being paid for, that he has the right to take away his furniture. I shall sue him ! I must hold on to my securities to the last ; he may owe something for repairs before the year is out." "But," said Pillerault, "the law only allows you to take furniture as security for the rent — " "And its accessories!" cried Molineux, assailed in his trenches. "That article in the Code has been interpreted by various judgments rendered in the mat- ter : however, there ought to be legislative rectifica- tion of it. At this very moment I am elaborating a memorial to his Highness, the Keeper of the Seals, 358 CSsar Birotteau. relating to this flaw in our statutes. It is desirable that the government should maintain the interests of land- lords. That is the chief question in statecraft. We are the tap-root of taxation." "You are well fitted to enlighten the government," said Pillerault; "but in what way can we enlighten you — about our aflairs?" "I wish to know," said Molineux, with pompous authoritj', " if Monsieur Birotteau has received moneys from Monsieur Popinot." "No, monsieur," said Birotteau.~ Then followed a discussion on Birotteau's interests in the house of Popinot, from which it appeared that Popinot had the right to have all his advances paid in full, and that he was not involved in the failure to the amount of half the costs of his establishment, due to him by Birotteau. Molineux, judiciously handled by Pillerault, insensibly got back to gentler ways, which only showed how he cared for the opinion of those who frequented the caf^ David. He ended hy oflering con- solation to Birotteau, and by inviting him, as well as Pillerault, to share his humble dinner. If the ex-per- fumer had gone alone, he would probablj' have irritated Molineux, and the matter would have become enven- omed. In this instance, as in others, old Pillerault was his tutelary angel. Commercial law imposes a horrible torture upon the bankrupt ; he is compelled to appear in person at the meeting of his creditors, when they decide upon his future fate. For a man wlio can hold himself above it all, or for a merchant who expects to recover himself, this ceremony is little feared. But to a man like Cesar OSsar Birotteau. 359 Birotteau it was agony only to be compared to the last day of a criminal condemned to death. Pillerault did all in his power to make that terrible day endurable to his nephew. The steps taken by Molineux, and agreed to by the bankrupt, were as follows : The suit relating to the mortgage on the property in the Faubourg du Temple having been won in the courts, the assignees decided to sell that propertj', and C^sar made no opposition. Du Tillet, hearing privately that the government intended to cut a canal which should lead from Saint-Denis to the upper Seine through the Faubourg du Temple, bought the property of Birotteau for seventy thousand francs. All Cesar's rights in the lands about the Madeleine were turned over to Monsieur Claparon, on condition that he on his side would abandon all claim against Birot- teau for half the costs of drawing up and registering the contracts ; also for all paj'ments on the price of the lands, by receiving himself, under the failure, the divi- dend which was to be paid over to the sellers. The interests of the perfumer in the house of Popinot and Company were sold to the said Popinot for the sum of forty-eight thousand francs. The business of " The Queen of Roses " was bought bj' Celestin Crevel at fiftj'-seven thousand francs, with the lease, the fixtures, the mer- chandise, furniture, and all rights in the Paste of Sultans and the Carminative Balm, with twelve j'ears' lease of tbe manufactories, whose various appliances were also sold to him. The assets when liquidated came to one hundred and ninety-five thousand francs, to which the assignees added seventy thousand produced by Birot- teau's claims in the liquidation of the "unfortunate" 360 CSsar Birotteau. Koguin. Thus the total amount made over to Cesar's creditors was two hundred and flft^r-flve thousand francs. The debts amounted to four hundred and forty thousand ; consequent!}', the creditors received more than fifty per cent on their claims. Bankruptcj' is a species of chemical transmutation, from which a clever merchant tries to emerge in fresh shape. Birotteau, distilled to the last drop in this re- tort, gave a result which made du Tillet furious. Du Tillet looked to see a dishonorable failure ; he saw an honorable one. Caring little for his own gains, though he was about to get possession of the lands around the Madeleine without ever drawing his purse-strings, he wanted to see his old master dishonored, lost, and vilified. The creditors at the general meeting would undoubtedly show the poor man that they respected him. By degrees, as Birotteau's courage came back to him, Pillerault, like a wise doctor, informed him, by gradual doses, of the transactions resulting from his failure. These harsh tidings were like so many blows. A mer- chant cannot learn without a shock the depreciation of propertj' which represents to him so much money, so much solicitude, so much labor. The facts his uncle now told him petrified the poor man. " Fifty-seven thousand francs for ' The Queen of Roses' ! Why, the shop alone cost ten thousand ; the appartement cost forty thousand ; the mere outlay on the manufactories, the utensils, the frames, the boilers, cost thirty thousand. "Why ! at fifty per cent abatement, if my creditors allow me that, there would still be tea thousand francs vrorth of property in the shop. Why ! C6sar Birotteau. 361 the Paste and the Balm are solid propertj', — worth as much as a farm ! " Poor Cdsar's jeremiads made no impression upon PiUerault. The old merchant took them as a horse takes a down-pour ; but he was alarmed by the gloomy silence Birotteau maintained when it was a question of the meeting. Those who comprehend the vanities and weaknesses which in all social spheres beset mankind, will know what a martj'rdom it was for this poor man to enter as a bankrupt the commercial tribunal of jus- tice where be once sat as judge ; to meet affronts where so often he had been thanked for services rendered, — he, Birotteau, whose inflexible opinions about bank- ruptc3' were so well known ; he who had said, ' ' A man may be honest till he fails, but he comes out of a meet- ing of his creditors a swindler." PiUerault watched for the right moment to familiarize Cesar's mind with the thought of appearing before his creditors as the law de- mands. The thought killed him. His mute grief and resignation made a deep impression on his uncle, who often heard him at night, through the partition, crying out to himself, " Never ! never ! I will die sooner." PiUerault, a strong man, — strong through the simplic- ity of his life, — was able to understand weakness. He resolved to spare Cesar the anguish of appearing before his creditors, — a terrible scene which the law renders in- evitable, and to which, indeed, he might succumb. On this point the law is precise, formal, and not to be evaded. The merchant who i-efused to appear would, for that act alone, be brought before the criminal police courts. But though the law compels the bankrupt to appear, it has no power to oblige the creditor to do so. 362 CSsar Birotteau. A meeting of creditors is a ceremonj' of no real impor-- tance except in special cases, — when, for instance, a swindler is to be dispossessed and a coalition among the creditors agreed upon, when there is difference of opinion between the privileged creditors and the unse- cured creditors, or when the concordat is specially dishonest, and the bankrupt is in need of a deceptive majority. But in the case of a failure when all has been given up, the meeting is a mere formality. Pillerault went to each creditor, one after the other, and asked him to give his proxj' to his attorney. Every creditor, ex- cept du Tillet, sincerely pitied Cesar, after striking him down. Each knew that his conduct was scrupulously honest, that his books were regular, and his business as clear as the day. All were pleased to find no " gay and illegitimate creditor " among them. Molineux, first the agent and then the provisional assignee, had found in Cesar's house everything the poor man owned, even the engraving of Hero and Leander which Popinot had given him, his personal trinkets, his breast-pin, his gold buckles, his two watches, — things which an honest man might have taken without thinking himself less than honest. Constance had left her modest jewel-case. This touching obedience to the law struck the commer- cial mind keenly. Birotteau's enemies called it foolish- ness ; but men of sense held it up in its true light as a magnificent supererogation of integritjr. In two months the opinion of the Bourse had changed ; every one, even those who were most indifferent, admitted this failure to be a rare commercial wonder, seldom seen in the markets of Paris. Thus the creditors, knowing that they were secure of nearly sixty per cent of their claims, CSsar Birotteau. 363 were very ready to do what Pillerault asked of them. The solicitors of the commercial courts are few in number ; it therefore happened that several creditors employed the same man, giving him their proxies. Pillerault finally succeeded in reducing the formidable assemblage to three solicitors, himself, Eagon, the two assignees, and the commissioner. Early in the morning of the solemn day, Pillerault said to his nephew, — " Cesar, you can go to your meeting to-daj' without fear ; nobody will be there." Monsieur Eagon wished to accompany his debtor. When the former master of " The Queen of Eoses " first made known the wish in his little dry voice, his ex- successor turned pale ; but the good old man opened his arms, and Birotteau threw himself into them as a child into the arms of its father, and the two perfumers mingled their tears. The bankrupt gathered courage as he felt the indulgence shown to him, and he got into the coach with his uncle and Eagon. Precisely at half past ten o'clock the three reached the cloister Saint- Merri, where the Court of Commerce was then held. At that hour there was no one in the Hall of Bank- ruptcy. The day and the hour had been chosen by agreement with the judge and the assignees. The three solicitors were already there on behalf of their clients. There was nothing, therefore, to distress or intimidate Cesar Birotteau ; yet the poor man could not enter the office of Monsieur Camusot — which chanced to be the one he had formerly occupied — without deep emotion, and he shuddered as he passed through the Hall of Bankruptcy. 364 ^ Cisar Birotteau. "It is cold," said Monsieur Camiisot to Birotteau. " I am sure these gentlemen will not be sorry to stay here, instead of^ our going^to-freeze in the Hall." He did not say the word "Bankruptcy." " Gentlemen, be seated." Each took his seat, and the judge gave his own arm- chair to Birotteau, who was bewildered. The solicitors and the assignees signed the papers. " In consideration of the surrender of your entire propertj', said Camusot to Birotteau, "your creditors unanimously agree to relinquish the rest of their claims. Your certificate is couched in terms which may well soften 3'our pain ; j'our solicitor will see that it is promptly recorded ; you are now free. All the judges of this court, dear Monsieur Birotteau," said Camusot, taking him by the hand, " feel for your position, and are not surprised at your courage ;- none have failed to do justice to your integrity. In the midst of a great misfortune you have been worthy of what you once were here. I have been in business for twenty years, and this is only the second time that I have seen a fallen merchant gaining, instead of losing, public respect." Birotteau took the hands of the judge and wrung them, with tears in his eyes. Camusot asked him what he now meant to do. Birotteau replied that he should work till he had paid his creditors in full to the last penny. ' ' If to accomplish that noble task you should ever want a few thousand francs, you will always find them with me," said Camusot. " I would give them with a great deal of pleasure to witness a deed so rare in Paris." CSsar Birotteau. 365 Pillerault, Ragon, and Birotteau retired. " Well ! that was n't the ocean to drink," said Pille- rault, as they left the court-room. "I recognize j'our hand in it," said the poor man, much affected. "Now, here 3-ou are, free, and we are onlj' a few steps from the Eue des Cinq-Diamants ; come and see my nephew," said Ragon. A cruel pang shot through Cesar's heart when he saw Constance sitting in a little oiQce in the damp, dark en- tresol above the shop, whose single window was one third darkened by a sign which intercepted the dajiight and bore the name, — A. Popinot. " Behold a lieutenant of Alexander," said Cesar, with the gayety of grief, pointing to the sign. This forced gayetj-, through which an inextinguish- able sense of the superioritj- which Birotteau attributed to himself was naively revealed, made Ragon shudder in spite of his seventy years. C6sar saw his wife pass- ing down letters and papers for Pojoinot to sign ; he could neither restrain his tears nor keep his face from turning pale. " Good-morning, my friend," she said to him, smiling. " I do not ask if j'ou are comfortable here," said C^sar, looking at Popinot. " As if I were living with my own son," she answered, with a tender manner that struck her husband. Birotteau took Popinot and kissed him, saying, — "I have lost the right, forever, of calling him my son." " Let us hope ! " said Popinot. ' ' Your oil succeeds — thanks to my advertisements in the newspapers, and to 866 Cesar Birotteau. Gaudissart, who has travelled over the whole of France ; he has inundated the country with placards and pros- pectuses"; he is now at Strasburg getting the prospec- tuses printed in the German language, and he is about to descend, like an invasion, upon Germanj' itself. We have received orders for three thousand gross." " Three thousand gross ! " exclaimed Cesar. " And I have bought a piece of land in the Faubourg Saint-Marceau, — not dear, — where I am building a manufactory. "_ " Wife," whispered Cesar to Constance, " with a little help we fioight have pulled through." After that fatal day C^sar, his wife, and daughter un- derstood each other. The poor clerk resolved to attain an end which, if not impossible, was at least gigantic in its enterprise, — namely", the payment of his debts to their last penny. These three beings, — father, mother, daughter, — bound together by the tie of a passionate in- tegrity, became misers, denying themselves everything ; a farthing was sacred in their ej-es. Out of sheer cal- culation C^sarine threw herself into her business with the devotion of a young girl. She sat up at night, tax- ing her ingenuity to find waj^s of increasing the pros- perity of the establishment, and displaying an innate commercial talent. The masters of the house were obliged to check her ardor for work ; thej- rewarded her by presents, but she refused all articles of dress and the jewels which they offered her. Money ! money ! was her cry. Every month she carried her salary and her little earnings to her uncle Pillerault. Cdsar did the same ; so did Madame Birotteau. All three, feel- GSsar Birotteau. 367 ing themselves incapable, dared not take upon them- selves the responsibility of managing their mouej', and they made over to Pillerault the whole business of in- vesting their savings. Returning thus to business, the latter made the most of these funds by negotiations at the Bourse. It was known afterwards that he had been helped in this work by Jules Desmarets and Joseph Lebas, both of whom were eager to point out opportu- nities which Pillerault might take without risk. Cesar, though he lived with his uncle, never ventured to question him as to what was done vvith the money acquired hy his labor and that of his wife and daughter. He walked the streets with a bowed head, hiding from everj' e3'e his stricken, dull, distraught face. He felt, with self-reproach, that the cloth he wore was too good for him. "At least," he said to Pillerault, with a look that was angelic, " I do not eat the bread of my creditors. Your bread is sweet to me, though it is your pity that gives it ; thanks to your sacred charity, I do not steal a farthing of mj- salary- ! " The merchants, his old associates, who met the clerk could see no vestige of the perfumer. Even careless minds gained an idea of the immensity of human disas- ter from the aspect of this man, on whose face sorrow had cast its black pall, who revealed the havoc caused by that which had never before appeared in him, — by thought ! N'est pas detruit qui veut. Light-minded people, devoid of conscience, to whom all things are indifferent, can never present such a spectacle of dis- aster. Religion alone sets a special seal upon fallen human beings ; they beHeve in a future, in a divine 368 CSsar Birotteau. Providence ; within them gleams a light that marks them, a look of saintlj' resignation mingled with hope, which lends them a certain tender emotion ; they realize all that the}- have lost, like the exiled angel weeping at the gates of heaven. Bankrupts are forbidden to enter the Bourse. Cesar, driven from the regions of integrity, was like an angel sighing for pardon. For fourteen months he lived on, full of religious thoughts with which his fall inspired him, and denying himself every pleasure. Though sure of the Ragons' friendship, nothing could induce him to dine with them, nor with the Lebas, nor the Matifats, nor the Protez and Chiffrevilles, not even with Monsieur Vauquelin ; all of whom were eager to do honor to his rare virtue. Cesar preferred to be alone in his room rather than meet the eye of a credi- tor. The warmest greetings of hia friends reminded him the more bitterly of his position. Constance and Cesarine went nowhere. On Sundays and f§te days, the only days when they were at libertj', the two women went to fetch Cesar at the hour for Mass, and they stayed with him at Pillerault's after their religious duties were accomplished. Pillerault often invited the Abbe Loraux, whose words sustained C(5sar in this life of trial. And in this way their lives were spent. The old ironmonger had too tough a fibre of integrity not to approve of Cesar's sensitive honor. His mind, how- ever, turned on increasing the number of persons among whom the poor bankrupt might show himself with an open brow, and an eye that could meet the eyes of his fellows. CSsar Birotteau. 369 VII. In the montli of May, 1820, this family, ever grap- pling with adversity, received a first reward for its efforts at a little fete which Pillerault, the arbiter of its destinies, prepared for it. The last Sunday of that month was the anniversary of the day on which Con- stance had consented to marry Cesar. Pillerault, in concert with the Ragons, hired a little country-house at Sceaux, and the worthy old ironmonger silently prepared a joyous house-warming. " Cesar," said Pillerault, on the Saturday evening, " to-morrow we are aH going into the country, and you must come." C^sar, who wrote a superb hand, spent his evenings in copying for Derville and other lawyers. On Sun- days, justified by ecclesiastical permission, he worked like a negro. " No," he said, " Monsieur Derville is waiting for a- guardianship account." "Your wife and daughter ought to have some re- ward. You will meet none but our particular friends, — the Abbe Loraux, the Ragons, Popinot, and his uncle. Besides, I wish it." Cesar and his wife, carried along by the whirlwind of business, had never revisited Sceaux, though from time to time each longed to see once more the tree under which the head-clerk of "The Queen of Roses" had 24 370 CSsar Birotteau. fainted with joy. During the trip, which C6sar made in a hackney-coach with his wife and daughter, and Popi- not who escorted them, Constance cast many meaning glances at her husband without bringing to his lips a single smile. She whispered a few words in his ear ; for all answer he shook his head. The soft signs of her tenderness, ever-present yet at the moment forced, in- stead of brightening Cesar's face made it more sombre, and brought the long-repressed tears into his ej'es. Poor man ! he had gone over this road twenty years before, young, prosperous, full of hope, the lover of a girl as beautiful as their own Cdsarine ; he was dreaming then of happiness. To-daj', in the coach before him, sat his noble child pale and worn by vigils, and his brave wife, whose only beauty now was that of cities through whose streets have flowed the Java waves of a volcano. Love alone remained to him ! Cesar's sadness smothered the joy that welled up in the hearts of Cesarine and An- selme, who embodied to his eyes the charming scene of other days. "Be happy, my children ! you have earned the right,'' said the poor father in heart-rending tones. " You may love without one bitter thought." As he said' these words he took his wife's hands and kissed them with a sacred and admiring afi'ection which touched Constance more than the brightest gayety. "When they reached the house where Pillerault, the Ragons, the Ahh6 Loraux, and Popinot the judge were waiting for them, these five choice people assumed- an air and manner and speech which put Cdsar at his ease ; for all were deeply moved to see him still on the morrow of his great disaster. CSsar Birotteau. 371 " Go and take a walk in the Aulnay woods," said Pillerault, putting Cesar's hand into that of Constance ; "go with Ansekne and Cesariue ! but come back by four o'clock." "Poor souls, we should be a restraint upon them," said Madame Eagon, touched by the deep grief of her debtor. " He will be very happy presently." "It is repentance without sin," said the Abb6 Jioraux. " He could rise to greatness only through adversity," said the judge. To forget is the great secret of strong, creative na- tures, — to forget, in the way of Nature herself, who knows no past, who begins afresh, at every hour, the mysteries of her untiring travail. Feeble existences, like that of Birotteau, live sunk in sorrows, instead of transmuting them into doctrines of experience : they let them saturate their being, and are worn-out, finally, by falling more and more under the weight of past misfortunes. When the two couples reached the path which leads to the woods of Aulnay, placed like a crown upon the prettiest hillside in the neighborhood of Paris, and from which the Vallee-aux-Loups is seen in all its coquetrj^, the beauty of the day, the charm of the landscape, the first spring verdure, the delicious memorj' of the hap- piest day of all his youth, loosened the tight chords in Cesar's soul ; he pressed the arm of his wife against his beating heart ; his eye was no longer glassy, for the light of pleasure once more brightened in it. "At last," said Constance to her husband, " I see you again, my poor C^sar. I think we have all behaved 372 CSsar Birotteau. well enough to allow ourselves a little pleasure now and then." " Ought I? " said the poor man. " Ah ! Constance, thy affection is all that remains to me. Yes, I have lost even my old self-confldence ; I have no strength left ; my only desire is that I may live to die discharged of debt on earth. Thou, dear wife, thou who art my wisdom and my prudence, thou whose eyes saw clear, thou who art irreproachable, thou canst have pleasure. I alone — of us three — am guilty. Eighteen months ago, in the midst of that fatal ball, I saw my Constance, the only woman I have ever loved, more beautiful than the young girl I followed along this path twenty years ago — like our children yonder! In eighteen months I have blasted that beauty, — my pride, my legitimate and sanctioned pride. I love thee better since I know thee well. Oh, dear!" he said, giving to the word a tone which reached to the inmost heart of his wife, "I would rather have thee scold me, than see thee so tender to my pain." " I did not think," she said, " that after twenty years of married life the love of a wife for her husband could deepen." These words drove from Cesar's mind, for one brief moment, all his sorrows ; his heart was so true that thej' were to him a fortune. He walked forward almost joyously to their tree, which by chance had not been felled. Husband and wife sat down beneath it, watch- ing Anselrae and C^sarine, who were sauntering across the grassy slope without perceiving them, thinking probably that they were still following. " Mademoiselle," Anselme was saying, "do not think CSsar Birotteau. 373 me so base and grasping as to profit by your father's share which I have acquired in the Cepbahe Oil. I am keeping his share for him ; I nurse it with careful love. I invest the profits ; if there is any loss I put it to my own account. We can only belong to one another on the day when your father is restored to his position, free of debt. I work for that day with all the strength that love has given me." " Will it come soon ? " she said. " Soon," said Popinot. The word was uttered in a tone so full of meaning, that the chaste and pure young girl inclined her head to her dear Anselme, who laid an eager and respectful kiss upon her brow, — so noble was her gesture and action. " Papa, all is well," she said to Cdsar with a little air of confidence. "Be good and sweet; talk to us, put away that sad look." When this familj", so tenderly bound together, re- entered the house, even Cdsar, little observing as he was, saw a change in the manner of the Ragons which seemed to denote some remarkable event. The greet- ing of Madame Ragon was particularly impressive ; her look and accent seemed to say to Cdsar, ' ' We are paid." At the dessert, the notary of Sceaux appeared. Piller- ault made him sit down, and then looked at C4sar, who began to suspect a surprise, though he was far indeed from imagining the extent of it. " My nephew, the savings of your wife, your daugh- ter, and yourself, for the last eighteen months, amounted to twenty thousand francs. I have received thirtj' thou- sand as the dividend on my claim. We have therefore 374 Cimr Birotteau. fifty thousand francs to divide among your- creditors. Monsieur Eagon has received thirty thousand francs for his dividend, and you have now paid him the balance of his claim in full, interest included, for which mon- sieur here, the notary of Sceaux, has brought you a re- ceipt. The rest of the money is with Crottat, ready for Lourdois, Madame Madou, the mason, carpenter, and the other most pressing creditors. Next year, we maj' do as well. With time and patience we can go far." Birotteau's joj"^ is not to be described ; he threw him- self into his uncle's arms, weeping. ' ' May he not wear his cross ? " said Eagon to the Abbd Loraux. The confessor fastened the red ribbon to Cesar's buttonhole. The poor clerk looked at himself again and again during the evening in the mirrors of the salon, manifesting a joy at which people thinking them- selves superior might have laughed, but which these good bourgeois thought quite natural. The next day Birotteau went to find Madame Madou. "Ah, there you are, good soul! "she cried. "I did n't recognize you, you have turned so gray. Yet you don't really drudge, you people ; you 've got good places. As for me, I work like a turnspit that deserves baptism." " But, madame — " "Never mind, I don't mean it as a reproach," she said. " You have got my receipt." " I came to tell you that I shall pay you to-morrow, at Monsieur Crottat's, the rest of your claim in full, with interest." Cisar Birotteau. 375 "Is that true?" " Be there at eleven o'clock." "Hey! there's honor for you! good measure and running over ! " she cried with naive admiration. " Look here, my good monsieur, I am doing a fine trade with your little red-head. He 's a nice J'oung fellow ; he lets me earn a fair penny without haggling over it, so that I maj"- get an equivalent for that loss. Well, I'll give j'ou a receipt in full, anyhow ; you keep the money, ray poor old man ! La Madou may get in a furj', and she does scold ; but she has got something here — " she cried, thumping the most voluminous mounds of flesh ever yet seen in the markets. " No," said Birotteau, " the law is plain. I wish to pay j'ou in full." "Then I won't deny you the pleasure," she said; ' ' and to-morrow I 'li-tnimpet your conduct through the markets. Ha ! it 's rare, rare ! " ~ — The worthy man had much the same scene, with va- riations,, at Lourdois the house painter's, father-in-law of Crottat. It was raining ; Cesar left his umbrella at the corner of the door. The prosperous painter, seeing the water trickling into the room where he was break- fasting with his wife, was not tender. ^ _ " Come, what do you want, my poo£ Pere Birotteau ? " . he said, in the hard tone which some people take to im^,^ portunate beggars. -^^ " Monsieur, has not your son-in-law told j^ou — " "What?" cried Lourdois, expecting some appeal. ^ " To be at his office this morning at half past eleven, and give me a receipt for the payment of your clairap in full, with interest?" 876 Gisar Birotteau. "Ah, that's another thing! Sit down, Monsieur Birotteau, and eat a mouthful with us." ~^TJcrus the pleasure to share our breakfast," said Madame Lourdois. " You are doing well, then?" asked the fat Lourdois. "No, monsieur, I have lived from hand to mouth, that I might scrape up this money ; but I hope, in time, to repair the wrongs I have done to my neighbor." "Ah!" said the painter, swallowing a mouthful of pate defoie gras, " you are truly a man of honor." " What is Madame Birotteau doing? " asked Madame Lourdois. " She is keeping the books of Monsieur Anselme Popinot." "Poor people!" said Madame Lourdois, in a low voice to her husband. " If you ever need me, my dear Monsieur Birotteau, come and see me," said Lourdois. "I might help — " " I do need you — at eleven o'clock to-day, mon- sieur," said Birotteau, retiring. This first result gave courage to the poor bankrupt, but not peace of mind. On the contrary, the thought of regaining his honor agitated his life inordinately ; he completely lost the natural color of his cheeks, his eyes grew sunken and dim, and his face hollow. When old acquaintances met him, in the morning at eight o'clock or in the evening at four, as he went to and from the Rue de I'Oratoire, wearing the surtout coat he wore at the time of his fall, and which he husbanded as a poor sub-lieutenant husbands his uniform, — his hair entirely white, his face pale, his manner timid, — some few CSsarBirotteau. 377 would stop him in spite of himself; for his eye was alert to avoid those he knew as he crept along beside the walls, like a thief. "Your conduct is known, my friend,'' said one; "everybody regrets the sternness with which j-ou treat yourself, also your wife and daughter." " Take a little more time," said others ; " the wounds of money do not kill." " No, but the wounds of the soul do," the poor worn C^sar answered one day to his friend Matifat. At the beginning of the year 1822, the Canal Saint- Martin was begun. Land in the Faubourg du Temple increased enormouslj' in value. The canal would cut through the propertj' which du Tillet had bought of Cesar Birotteau. The company who obtained the right of building it agreed to pa}' the banker an exorbitant sum, provided they could take possession within a given time. The lease Cesar had granted to Popinot, which went with the sale to du Tillet, now hindered the trans- fer to the canal company. The banker came to the Rue des Cinq-Diamants to see the druggist. If du Tillet were indifferent to Popinot, it is very certain that the lover of Cesarine felt an instinctive hatred for du Tillet. He knew nothing of the theft and the infamous scheme of the prosperous banker, but an inward voice cried to him, "The man is an unpunished rascal." Popinot would inever have transacted the smallest business with him ; du Tillet's very presence was odious to his feel- ings. Under the present circumstances it was doubly so, for the banker was now enriched through the forced spoliation of his former master ; the lands about the 378 CSsar Birotteau. Madeleine, as well as those in the Faubourg du Temple, were beginning to rise in price, and to foreshadow the enormous value they were to reach in 1827. So that after du Tillet had explained the object of his visit, Popinot looked at him with concentrated wrath. " I shall not refuse to give up mx lease ; but I de- mand sixtj- thousand francs for it, and I shall not take one farthing less." " Sixty thousand francs ! " exclaimed du Tillet, mak- ing a movement to leave the shop. " I have fifteen years' lease still to run ; it will, more- over, cost me three thousand francs a year to get other buildings. Therefore, sixty thousand francs, or say no more about it," said Popinot, going to the back of the shop, where du Tillet followed him. The discussion grew warm, Birotteau's name was men- tioned ; Madame C^sar heard it and came down, and saw du Tillet for the first time since the famous ball. The banker was unable to restrain a gesture of surprise at the change which had come over the beautiful woman ; he lowered his eyes, shocked at the result of his own work. "Monsieur," said Popinot to Madame Cdsar, "is go- ing to make three hundred thousand francs out of your land, and he refuses us sixty thousand francs' indemnity for our lease." "That is three thousand francs a year," said du Tillet. " Three — thousand — francs ! " said Madame C^sar, slowly, in a clear, penetrating voice. Du Tillet turned pale. Popinot looked at Madame Birotteau. There was a moment of profound silence, which made the scene still more inexplicable to Anselme. CSsar Birotteau. 3T9 "Sign your relinquishment of the lease, which I have made Crottat draw up," said dii Tillet, drawing a stamped paper from a side-pocket. " I will give you a cheque on the Bank of France for sixty thousand francs." Popinot looked at Madame C^sar without concealing his astonishment ; he thought he was dreaming. While du Tillet was writing his cheque at a high desk, Madame C^sar disappeared and went upstairs. The druggist and the banker exchanged papers. Du Tillet bowed coldly- to Popinot, and went away. " At last, in a few months," thought Popinot, as he watched du Tillet going towards the Rue des Lombards, where his cabriolet was waiting, "thanks to this ex- traordinary affair, I shall have my C^sarine. My poor little wife shall not wear herself out any longer. A look from Madame Cesar was enough ! "What secret is there between her and that brigand ? The whole thing is exti'aordinary." Popinot sent the cheque at once to the Bank, and went up to speak to Madame Birotteau ; she was not in the counting-room, and had doubtless gone to her chamber. Anselme and Constance lived like mother-in-law and son-in-law when people in that relation suit each other ; he therefore rushed up to Madame Cesar's appartement with the natural eagerness of a lover on the threshold of his happiness. The young man was prodigiously surprised to find her, as he sprang like a cat into the room, reading a letter from du Tillet, whose handwrit- ing he recognized at a glance. A lighted candle, and the black and quivering phantoms of burned letters lying on the floor made him shudder, for his quick eyes 380 CSsar Birotteau. caught the following words in the letter which Con- stance held in her hand : — "I adore you! You know it well, angel of my life, and—" "What power have you over du Tillet that could force him to agree to such terms ? " he said with a con- vulsive laugh that came from repressed suspicion. " Do not let us speak of that," she said, showing great distress. " No," said Popinot, bewildered ; " let us rather talk of the end of all your troubles." Anselme turned on his heel towards the window, and drummed with his fingers on the panes as he gazed into the court. " Well," he said to himself, " even if she did love du Tillet, is that any reason why I should not behave like an honorable man ? " "What is the matter, my child?" said the poor woman. " The total of the net profits of Cephalic Oil mount up to two hundred and forty-two thousand francs ; half of that is one hundred and twenty-one thousand," said Popinot, brusquely. " If I withdraw from that amount the fortj'-eight thousand francs which I paid to Mon- sieur Birotteau, there remains seventy-three thousand, which, joined to these sixtj' thousand paid for the re- linquishment of the lease, gives you one hundred and thirty-three thousand francs." Madame C^sar listened with fluctuations of joy which made her tremble so violently that Popinot could hear the bpating of her heart. "Well, I have always considered Monsieur Birotteau as my partner," he went on ; "we can use this sum to Cisar Birotteau. 881 pay his creditors in full. Add the twenty-eight thou- sand you have saved and placed in our uncle Pillerault's hands, and we have one hundred and sixty-one thou- sand francs. Our uncle will not refuse his receipt for his own claim of twenty-five thousand. No hu- man power can deprive me of the right of lending to my father-in-law, by anticipating our profits of next 3'ear, the necessary sum to make up the total amount due to his creditor, and — he — will — be — reinstated — restored — " "Restored!" cried Madame Cesar, falling on her knees beside a chair. She joined her hands and said a prayer ; as she did so, the letter slid from her fingers. "Dear Anselme," she said, crossing herself, "dear son ! " She took his head in her hands, kissed him on the forehead, pressed him to her heart, and seemed for a moment beside herself. ' ' Cesarine is thine ! My daughter will be happy at last. She can leave that shop where she is killing herself — " ' ' For love ? " said Popinot. "Yes," answered the mother, smiling. "Listen to a little secret," said Popinot, glancing at the fatal letter from a corner of his eye. " I helped C^lestin to buy your business ; but I did it on one con- dition, — your appartement was to be kept exactly as you left it. I had an idea in my head, though I never thought that chance would favor it so much. C^lestin is bound to sub-let to you your old appartement, where he has never set foot, and where all the furniture will be yours. I have kept the second story, where I shall live with Cesarine, who shall never leave you. After our marriage I shall come and pass the days from eight 382 CSsar Birotteau. in the morning till six in the evening here. I will buy out Monsieur Cesar's share in this business for a hun- dred thousand francs, and that will give you an income to live on. Shall you not be happy ? " " Tell me no more, Anselme, or I shall go out of my mind." The angelic attitude of Madame Cesar, the purity of her ej'e's, the innocence of her candid brow, contradicted so gloriously the thoughts which surged in the lover's brain that he resolved to make an end of their mon- strosities forever. Sin was incompatible with the life and sentiments of such a woman. " My dear, adored mother," said Anselme, "in spite of myself, a horrible suspicion has entered my soul. If you wish to see me happy, you will put an end to it at once." Popinot stretched out his hand and picked up the letter. "Without intending it," he resumed, alarmed at the terror painted on Constance's face, "I read the first words of this letter of du Tillet. The words coincide in a singular manner with the power you have just shown in forcing that man to accept my absurd exactions ; any man would explain it as the devil explains it to me, in spite of myself. Your look — three words suffice — " "Stop!" said Madame .C^sar, taking the letter and burning it. " My son, I am severely punished for a trifling error. You shall know all, Anselme. I shall not allow a suspicion inspired by her mother to injure my daughter ; and besides, I can speak without blush- ing. What I now tell you, I could tell my husband. Du Tillet wished to seduce me ; I informed my husband CSsar Birotteau. 383 of it, and du Tillet was to have been dismissed. On the very day my husband was about to send him away, he robbed us of three thousand francs." "I was sure of it!" said Popinot, expressing his hatred by the tones of his voice. " Anselme, j^our future, your happiness, demand this confidence ; but you must let it die in your heart, just as it is dead in mine and in Cdsar's. Do you not remember how my husband scolded us for an error in the accounts ? Monsieur Birotteau, to avoid a police- court which might have destroyed the man for life, no doubt placed in the desk three thousand francs, — the price of that cashmere shawl which I did not receive till three years later. All this explains the scene. Alas ! mj^ dear child, I must admit mj' foolishness ; du Tillet wrote me three love-letters, which pictured him so well that I kept them," she said, lowering her eyes and sighing, " as a curiosity. I have not re-read them more than once ; still, it was imprudent to keep them. When I saw du Tillet just now I was reminded of them, and I came upstairs to burn them ; I was looking over the last as you came in. That 's the whole story, my friend." Anselme knelt for an instant beside her and kissed her hand with an unspeakable emotion, which brought tears into the eyes of both ; Madame Cesar raised him, stretched out her arms and pressed him to her heart. This day was destined to be a day of joy to Cesar. The private secretary of the king. Monsieur de Van- denesse, called at the Sinking-Fund Office to find 384 Cdsar Birotteau. him. They walked out together into the littte court- j^ard. "Monsieur Birotteau," said the Vicomte de Van- denesse, " your efforts to pay your creditors in full have accidentally become known to the king. His Majesty, - touched by such rare conduct, and hearing that through humility you no longer wear the cross of the Legion of honor, has sent me to command yon to put it on again. Moreover, wishing to help you in meeting your obligations, he has charged me to give you this sum from his privy purse, regretting that he is unable to make it larger. Let this be a profound secret. His Majesty thinks it derogatory to the roj'al dignity to have his good deeds divulged," said the private secretarj^, putting six thousand francs into the hand of the poor clerk, who listened to this speech with unutterable emo- tion. The words that came to his lips were discon- nected and stammering. Vandenesse waved his hand to him, smiling, and went away. The principle which actuated poor C^sar is so rare in Paris that his conduct by degrees attracted admira- tion. Joseph Lebas, Popinot the judge, Camusot, the Abb^ Loraux, Ragon, the head of the important house where C^sarine was employed, Lourdois, Monsieur de la Billardiere, and others, talked of it. Public opinion, undergoing a change, now lauded him to the skies. "He is indeed a man of honor!" The phrase even sounded in Cesar's ears as he passed along the streets, and caused him the emotion an author feels when he hears the muttered words : " That is he ! " This noble recovery of credit enraged du Tillet. Cesar's first thought on receiving the bank-notes sent by the king (Jisar Birotteau. 385 was to use them in paying the debt still due to his former clerk. The worthy man went to the Rue de la Chaussee d'Antin just as the banker was returning from the Bourse; they met upon the stairway. "Well, my poor Birotteau!" said du TUlet, with a stealthy glance. " Poor ! " exclaimed the debtor proudly, " I am very rich. I shall lay my head this night upon my pillow with the happiness of knowing that I have paid you in full." This speech, ringing with integrity, sent a sharp pang through du Tillet. In spite of the esteem he publicly enjoyed, he did not esteem himself; an inex- tinguishable voice cried aloud within his soul, " The man is sublime ! " "Pay me?" he said; " whj', what business are you doing?" Feeling sure that du Tillet would not repeat what he told him, Birotteau answered : " I shall never go back to business, monsieur. No human power could have foreseen what has happened to me. Who knows that I might not be the victim of another Eoguin ? But my conduct has been placed under the eyes of the king ; his heart has deigned to sympathize with my efforts ; he has encouraged them by sending me a sum of money large enough to — " " Do j-ou want a receipt?" said du Tillet, interrupt- ing him : ' ' are you going to pay — " " In full, with interest. I must ask you to come with me now to Monsieur Crottat, only two steps from here." "Before a notary?" 25 386 CSsar Birotteau. " Monsieur, I am not forbidden to aim at my com- plete reinstatement ; to obtain it, all deeds and receipts must be legal and undeniable." " Come, then," said du Tillet, going out -with Birot- teau; "it is only a step. But where did yon take all that money from ? " " I have not taken it," said C^sar ; " I have earned it by the sweat of my brow." " You owe an enormous sum to Claparon." ' ' Alas ! yes ; that is my largest debt. I think some- times I. shall die before I pa}' it." " You never can pay it," said du Tillet harshly. " He is right," thought Birotteau. As he went home the poor man passed, inadvertently, along the Eue Saint-Honore ; for he was in the habit of making a circuit to avoid seeing his shop and the win- dows of his former home. For the first time since his fall he saw the house where eighteen years of happiness had been effaced by the anguish of three months. "I hoped to end my days there," he thought; and he hastened his steps, for he caught sight of the new sign, — CELESTIN CREVEL, sucokssok to c£sak bluotteau. " Am I dazzled, am I going blind? Was that Cesar- ine ? " he cried, recollecting a blond head he had seen at the window. He had actually seen his daughter, his wife, and Popinot. The lovers knew that Birotteau never passed before the windows of his old home, and they had come to the house to make arrangements for a f§te which they C4sar Birotteau. 387 intended to give to him. This amazing apparition so astonished Birotteau that he stood stock-still, unable to move. " There is Monsieur Birotteau looking at his old house," said Monsieur Molineux to the owner of a shop opposite to " The Queen of Roses." " Poor man ! " said the perfumer's former neighbor ; "he gave a fine ball — two hundred carriages in the street." " I was there ; and he failed in three months," said Molineux. " I was the assignee." Birotteau fled, trembling in every limb, and hastened back to Pilleranlt. Pillerault, who had just been informed of what had happened in the Rue des Cinq-Diamants, feared that his nephew was scarcelj' fit to bear the shock of joy which the sudden knowledge of his restoration would cause him ; for Pillerault was a daily witness of the moral struggles of the poor man, whose mind stood always face to face with his inflexible doctrines against bankruptcy, and whose vital forces were used and spent at every hour. Honor was to Cesar a corpse, for which an Easter morning might yet dawn. This hope kept his sorrow incessantly active. Pillerault took upon himself the duty of preparing his nephew to receive the good news ; and v hen Birotteau came in he was think- ing over the best means of accomplishing his purpose. Cesar's joy aa h'j related the proof of interest which the king had besto/red upon him seemed of good augury, and the astonishment he expressed at seeing Cesarine at " The Queen of Roses" aflbrded, Pillerault thought, an excellent opening. 388 Cisar Birotteau. "Well, C4sar," said the old man, "do you know what is at the bottom of it? — the hurry Popinot is in to marry C^sarine. He cannot wait any longer ; and you ought not, for the sake of your exaggerated ideas of honor, to make him pass his youth eating dry bread with the fumes of a good dinner under his nose. Pop- inot wishes to lend j'ou the amount necessary to pay 3-our creditors In full." " Then he would buy his wife," said Birotteau. " Is it not honorable to reinstate his father-in-law? " " There would be ground for contention ; besides — " "Besides," exclaimed Pillerault, pretending anger, "you may have the right to immolate yourself if j'OU choose, but you have no right to immolate j^our daughter." A vehement discussion ensued, which Pillerault designedly excited. ' ' Hey ! if Popinot lent you nothing," cried Pilleraulti "if he had called you his partner, if he had considered the price which he paid to the creditors for your share in the Oil as an advance upon the profits, so as not to strip you of everything — " ' ' I should have seemed to rob my creditors in collusion with him." Pillerault feigned to be defeated by this argument. He linew the human heart well' enough to be certain that during the night C^sar would go over the question in his own mind, and the mental discussion would accustom him to the idea of his complete vindication. " But how came my wife and daughter to be in our old appartement ? " asked Birotteau, while they were dining. CSsar Birotteau. 389 " Anselme wants to hire it, and live there with Cesar- ine. Your wife is on his side. They have had the banns published without saj'ing anything about it, so as to force you to consent. Popinot says there will be much less merit in marrying C^sarine after you are reinstated. You take six thousand francs from the king, and you won't accept anything from your rela- tions ! I can well afford to give you a receipt in full for all that is owing to me ; do you mean to refuse it ? " " No," said Cesar; " but that won't keep me from saving up everything to pay you." "Irrational folly!" cried Pillerault. "In matters of honor I ought to be believed. What nonsense were you saying just now? How have you robbed your creditors when you have paid them all in full ? " Cesar looked earnestly at Pillerault, and Pillerault was touched to see, for the first time in three years, a genuine smile on the face of his poor nephew. " It is true," he said, " thej' would be paid ; but it would be selling my daughter." " And I wish to be bought ! " cried C^sarine, entering with Popinot. The lovers had heard Birotteau's last words as they came on tiptoe through the antechamber of their uncle's little appartement, Madame Birotteau following. All three had driven round to the creditors who were still unpaid, requesting them to meet at Alexandre Crottat's that evening to receive their money. The all-powerful logic of the enamoured Popinot triumphed in the end over Cesar's scruples, though he persisted for some time in calling himself a debtor, and in declaring that he was circumventing the law by a substitution. But 390 CSmr Birotteau. the refinements of his conscience gave way when Popi- not cried out : " Do you want to kill your daughter? " " Kill my daughter ! " said Cesar, thunderstruck. " Well, then," said Popinot, " I have the right to convey to you the sum which I conscientiously- believe to be your share in my profits. Do j'ou refuse it ? " " No," said Cesai*. " Very good ; then let us go at once to Crottat and settle the matter, so that there may be no backing out of it. We will arrange about our marriage contract at the same time." A petition for reinstatement with corroborative docu- ments was at once deposited by Derville at the oflice of the ijrocureur-gen^ral of the Cour royale. During the month required for the legal foi-malities and for the publication of the banns of marriage be- tween Cesarine and Anselme, Birotteau was a prey to feverish agitation. He was restless. He feared he should not live till the great day when the decree for his vindication would be rendered. His heart throbbed, he said, without cause. He complained of dull pains in that organ, worn out as it was by emotions of sorrow, and now wearied with the rush of excessive joy. De- crees of rehabilitation are so rare in the bankrupt court of Paris that seldom more than one is granted in ten years. To those persons who take society in its serious as- pects, the paraphernalia of justice has a grand and sol- emn character difficult perhaps to define. Institutions depend altogether on the feelings with which men view them and the degree of grandeur which men's thoughts CSsar Birotteau. 391 attach to them. When there is no longer, we ■will not say religion, but belief among the people, -whenever early education has loosened all conservative bonds by accustoming youth to the practice of pitiless analj-sis, a nation will be found in process of dissolution ; for it will then be held together only by the base solder of mate- rial interests, and by the formulas of a creed created by intelligent egotism. Bred in religious ideas, Birotteau held justice to be what it ought to be in the ej-es of men, — a representation of society itself, an august utterance of the will of all, apart from the particular form by which it is expressed. The older, feebler, graj-er was the magistrate, the more solemn seemed the exercise of his function, — a func- tion which demands profound study of men and things, which subdues the heart and hardens it against the influence of eager interests. It is a rare thing nowa- daj-s to find men who mount the stairway of the old Palais de Justice in the grasp of keen emotions. Cesar Birotteau was one of those men. Few persons have noticed the majestic solemnity of that stairway, admirably placed as it is to produce a sol- emn effect. It rises, beyond the outer peristyle which adorns the courtyard of the Palais, from the centre of a gallery leading, at one end, to the vast hall of the Pas Perdus, and at the other to the Sainte-Chapelle, — two architectural monuments which make all buildings in their neighborhood seem paltry. The church of Saint-Louis is among the most imposing edifices in Paris, and the approach to it through this long gallery is at once sombre and romantic. The great hall of the Pas Perdus, on the contrary, presents at the other end 392 CSsar Birotteau. of the gallery a broad space of light ; it is impossible to forget that the history of France is linked to those ■walls. The stairway should therefore be imposing in character ; and, in point of fact, it is neither dwarfed nor crushed by the architectural splendors on either side of it. Possibly the mind is sobered by a glimpse, caught through the rich gratings, of the Place du Palais de-Justice, where so many sentences have been executed. The staircase opens above into an enormous space, or antechamber, leading to the hall where the Court holds its public sittings. Imagine the emotions with which the bankrupt, sus- ceptible by nature to the awe of such accessories, went up that stairway to the hall of judgment, surrounded by his nearest friends, — Lebas, president of the Court of Commerce, Camusot his former judge, Kagon, and Monsieur I'Abbe Loraux his confessor. The pious priest made the splendors of human justice stand forth in strong relief by reflections which gave them stills greater solemnity in Cesar's eyes. Pillerault, the prac- tical philosopher, fearing the danger of unexpected events on the worn mind of his nephew, had schemed to prepare him by degrees for the joys of this festal day. Just as Cesar finished dressing, a number of his faithful friends arrived, all eager for the honor of accompanying him to the bar of the Court. The presence of this retinue roused the honest man to an ehition which gave him strength to meet the imposing spectacle in the halls of justice. Birotteau found more friends awaiting him in the solemn audience chamber, where about a dozen members of the council were in session. After the cases were called over, Birotteau's attorney CSsar Birotteau. 393 made his demand for reinstatement in the usual terms. On a sign from the presiding judge, the procureur- g^n^ral rose. In the name of his office this public prosecutor, the representative of public vindictiveness, asked that honor might be restored to the merchant who had never really lost it, — a solitary instance of such an appeal ; for a condemned man can only be par- doned. Men of honor alone can imagine the emotions of Cesar Birotteau as be heard Monsieur de Grand- ville pronounce a speech, of which the following is an abridgment : — "Gentlemen," said that celebrated oiBoial, "on the 16tti of January, 1820, Birotteau was declared a bankrupt by the commercial tribunal of the Seine. His failure was not caused by imprudence, nor by rash speculations, nor by any act that stained his honor. We desire to say publicly that this failure was the result of a disaster which has again and again occurred, to the detriment of justice and the great injury of the city of Paris. It has been reserved for our generation, in which the bitter leaven of republican principles and manners will long be felt, to behold the notariat of Paris abandoning the glorious traditions of preceding centuries, and producing in a few years as many failures as two centuries of the old monarchy had produced. The thirst for gold rapidly acquired has beset even these officers of trust, these guardians of the public wealth, these mediators between the law and the people ! " On this text followed an allocution, in which the Comte de Grandville, obedient to the necessities of his r61e, contrived to incriminate the Liberals, the Bona- partists, and all other enemies of the throne. Subse- quent events have proved that he had reason for his apprehensions. 394 Gi»ar Birotteau. " The flight of a notary of Paris ■who carried ofi the funds whieh Birotteau had deposited in his hands, caused the fall of your petitioner," he resumed. "The Court ren- dered in that matter a decree which showed to what extent the confidence of Roguin's clients had been betrayed. A concordat was held. For the honor of your petitioner, we call attention to the fact that his proceedings were remark- able for a purity not found in any of the scandalous failures which daily degrade the commerce of Paris. The creditors of Birotteau received the whole property, down to the smallest articles that the unfortunate man possessed. They received, gentlemen, his clothes, his jewels, things of purely personal use, — and not only his, but those of his wife, who abandoned all her rights to swell the total of his assets. Under these circumstances Birotteau showed himself worthy of the respect ■whicli his municipal functions had already acquired for him; for he was at the time a deputy-mayor of the second arron- dissement and had just received the decoration of the Legion of honor, granted as much for his devotion to the royal cause in Vendemiaire, on the steps of Saint-Roch, which were stained with liis blood, as for his conciliating spirit, his estimable qualities as a magistrate, and the modesty with which he declined the honors of the mayoralty, pointing out one more worthy of them, the Baron de la Billardiere, one of those noble Vehdeens whom he had learned to value in the dark days." " That phrase is better than mine," whispered Cesar to Pillerault. "At that time the creditors, who received sixty per cent of their claims through the aforesaid relinquishment on the part of this loyal merchant, his wife, and his daughter of all that they possessed, recorded their respect for their debtor in the certificate of bankruptcy granted at the concordat which then took place, giving him at the same time a release from CSsar Birotteau. 395 the remainder of their claims. This testimonial is couched in terms which are worthy of the attention of the Court." Here the procureur-general read the passage from the certificate of bankruptcy. " After receiving such expressions of good-will, gentle- men, most merchants would have considered themselves released from obligation and free to return boldly into the vortex of business. Far from so doing, Birotteau, without allowing himself to be cast down, resolved within his con- science to toil for the glorious day which has at length dawned for him here. Nothing disheartened him. Our beloved sovereign granted to the man who shed his blood on the steps of Saint-Koch an office where he might earn his bread. The salary of that office the bankrupt laid by for his creditors, taking nothing for his own wants ; for family devotion has supported him." Birotteau pressed his uncle's hand, weeping. " His wife and his daughter poured their earnings into the common fund, for they too espoused the noble hope of Birotteau. Each came down from the position she had held and took an inferior one. These sacrifices, gentlemen, should be held in honor, for they are harder than all others to bear. I will now show you what sort of task it was that Birotteau imposed upon himself." Here the procureur-gdneral read a summing-up of the schedule, giving the amounts which had remained unpaid and the names of the creditors. " Each of these sums, with the interest thereon, has been paid, gentlemen ; and the payment is not shown by receipts under private seal, which might be questioned: they are pay- ments made before a notary, properly authenticated ; and ac- cording to the inflexible requirements of this Court they have 396 Cesar Birotteau. been examined' and verified by the proper authority. We now ask you to restore Birotteau, not to honor, but to all the rights of which he was deprived. In doing this you are doing justice. Such exhibitions of character are so rare in this Court that we cannot refrain from testifying to the petitioner how heartily we applaud his conduct, which an august approval has abeady privately encouraged." The prosecuting officer closed by reading his charge in the customary formal terms. The Court deliberated without retiring, and the presi- dent rose to pronounce judgment. " The Court," he said, in closing, " desires me to express to Birotteau the satisfaction with which it renders such a judgment. Clerk, call the next case." Birotteau, clothed with the caftan of honor which the speech of the illustrious procureur-general had cast about him, stood dumb with joy as he listened to the solemn words of the president, which betrayed the quiv- erings of a heart beneath the impassibility of human justice. He was unable to stir from his place before the bar, and seemed for a moment nailed there, gazing at the judges with a wondering air, as though they were angels opening to him the gates of social life. His uncle took him by the arm and led him from the hall. Cesar had not as yet obeyed the command of Louis XVIII., but he now mechanically fastened the ribbon of the Legion of honor to his button-hole. In a moment he was surrounded bj' his friends and borne in triumph down the great stairway to his coach. " Where are you taking me, my friends ? " he said to Joseph Lebas, Pillerault, and Ragon. " To your own home." CSsar Birotteau. 397 " No ; it is only three o'clock. I wish to go to the Bourse, and use mj rights." " To the Bourse!" said Pillerault to the coachman, making an expressive sign to Joseph Lebas, for he saw symptoms in C^sar which led him to fear he might lose his mind. The late perfumer re-entered the Bourse leaning on the arms of the two honored merchants, his uncle and Joseph Lebas. The news of his rehabilitation had pre- ceded him. The first person who saw them enter, fol- lowed hy Eagon, was du Tillet. " Ah ! my dear master," he cried, " I am delighted that you have pulled through. I have perhaps contrib- uted to this happy ending of your troubles by letting that little Popinot drag a feather from my wing. I am as glad of your happiness as if it were my own." "You could not be otherwise," said Pillerault. " Such a thing can never happen to you." " What do 3'ou mean by that? " said du Tillet. "Oh! all in good part," said Lebas, smiling at the malicious meaning of Pillerault, who, without knowing the real truth, considered the man a scoundrel. Matifat caught sight of C^sar, and immediately the most noted merchants surrounded him and gave him an ovation boursiere. He was overwhelmed with flat- tering compliments and grasped by the hand, which roused some jealousy and caused some remorse ; for out of every hundred persons walking about that hall fifty at least had "liquidated" their aflfairs. Gigon- net and Gobseck, who were talking together in a cor- ner, looked at the man of commercial honor very much as a naturalist must have looked at the first electric-eel 398 Cisar Birotteau. that was ever brought to him, — a fish armed with the power of a Lej-den jar, which is the greatest curiosity of the animal kingdom. After inhaling the incense of his triumph, Cesar got into the coach to go to his own home, where the marriage contract of his dear Cesarine and the devoted Popinot was ready for signature. His nervous laugh disturbed the minds of the three old friends. It is a fault of youth to think the whole world vigor- ous with its own vigor, — a fault derived from its virtues. Youth sees neither men nor things through spectacles ; it colors all with the reflex glory of its ardent fires, and casts the superabundance of its own life upon the aged. Like C^sar and like Constance, Popinot held in his memory a glowing recollection of the famous ball. Constance and C^sar through their years of trial had often, though they never spoke of it to each other, heard the strains of Collinet's orchestra, often beheld that festive companj', and tasted the joys so swiftly and so cruelly chastised, — as Adam and Eve must have tasted in after times the forbidden fruit which gave both death and life to all posterity ; for it appears that the generation of angels is a m3'stery of the skies. Popinot, however, could dream of the fete without remorse, nay, with ecstasy. Had not Cesarine in all her glory then promised herself to him — to him, poor? During that evening had he not won the assurance that he was loved for himself alone ? So when he bought the appartement restored by Grindot, for Celestin, when he stipulated that all should be kept intact, when he religiously preserved the smallest things that once be- longed to C^sar and to Constance, he was dreaming of Cisar Birotteau. 399 another ball, — his ball, his wedding-ball ! He made loving preparation for it, imitating his old master in necessary expenses, but eschewing all follies, — follies that were now past and done with. So the dinner was to be served by Chevet ; the guests were to be mostly the same : the Abbe Loraux replaced the chancellor of the Legion of honor ; the president of the Court of Commerce, Monsieur Lebas, had promised to be there ; Popinot invited Monsieur Camusot in acknowledgment of the kindness he had bestowed upon Birotteau ; Mon- sieur de Vandenesse and Monsieur de Fontaine took the place of Eoguin and his wife. Cesarine and Popi- not distributed their invitations with much discretion. Both dreaded the publicity of a wedding, and they escaped the jar such scenes must cause to pure and tender hearts by giving the ball on the evening of the day appointed for signing the marriage-contract. Constance found in her room the gown of cherrj' velvet in which she had shone for a single night with fleeting splendor. Cesarine cherished a" dream of ap- pearing before Popinot in the identical ball-dress about which, time and time again, he had talked to her. The appartement was made readj' to present to Cesar's eyes the same enchanting scene he had once enjoyed for a single evening. Neither Constance, nor Cesarine, nor Popinot perceived the danger to Cesar in this sudden and overwhelming surprise, and they awaited his arrival at four o'clock with a dehght that was almost childish. Following close upon the unspeakable emotion his re-entrance at the Bourse had caused him, the hero of commercial honor was now to meet the sudden shock of felicity that awaited him in his old home. He 400 CSsar Birotteau. entered the house, and saw at the foot of the staircase (still new as he had left it) his wife in her velvet robe, C^sarine, the Comte de Fontaine, the Vicomte de Vande- nesse, the Baron de la Billardiere, the illustrious Vau- quelin. A light film dimmed his eyes, and his uncle Pillerault, who held his arm, felt him shudder inwardly. " It is too much," said the philosopher to the happy lover ; " he can never carry all the wine you are pouring out to him." Joy was so vivid in their hearts that each attributed Cesar's emotion and his stumbling step to the natural intoxication of his feelings, — natural, but sometimes mortal. When he found himself once more in his own home, when he saw his salon, his guests, the women in their ball-dresses, suddenly the heroic measure in the finale of the great symphony rang forth in his head and heart. Beethoven's ideal music echoed, vibrated, in many tones, sounding its clarions through the mem- branes of the weary brain, of which it was indeed the grand finale. Oppressed with this inward harmony, C^sar took the arm of his wife and whispered, in a voice suffocated by a rush of blood that was still repressed: " I am not well." Constance, alarmed, led him to her bedroom ; he reached it with difficulty, and fell into a chair, saj'ing : "Monsieur Haudry, Monsieur Loraux." The Abb^ Loraux came, followed by the guests and the women in their ball-dresses, who stopped short, a frightened group. In presence of that shining company C^sar pressed the hand of his confessor and laid his head upon the bosom of his kneeling wife. A vessel CSsar Birotteau. 401 had broken in Ms breast, and the rush of blood strangled his last sigh. " Behold the death of the righteous ! " said the Abbe Loraux solemnly, pointing to C^^sar with the divine ges- ture which Rembrandt gave to Christ in his picture ol the -Raising of Lazarus. Jesus commanded the earth to give up its prey ; tlie priest called heaven to behold a martyr of commercial honor worthy to receive the everlasting palm. 26 University Press : Jolin Wilson & Son, Cambridge. From The Art Interchange, a Household Jour- nal, of February 13, 1886. THE DUCHESSE DE LANGEAIS, WITH An Episode under the Terror, The Illustrious Gaudissart, a Passion in the Desert, and A Hidden Masterpiece. By HONORE DE BALZAC. Since the days when Thackeray and Dickens were issuing in numbers those novels which have delighted so many readers, or George Eliot's pub- lishers were able to announce a new novel from her pen, there has been no series of novels given to the public so notable and so well worthy of wide attention on the part of adult readers as this translation of Balzac from the press of Roberts Brothers. If it be objected, as it perhaps will be, that there is a flavor of immorality in Balzac, and that his works are not well adapted to general reading, it can be shown, we think, at least so far as the charge of immorality is concerned, that the objection is a superficial one ; and that while there is much in the times and society which form the ground-work of Balzac's marvellous stories that is improper and fortunately counter to our civilization, still, Balzac's tone concerning these very things is a healthy one, and his belief in purity and goodness, his faith in the possibilities of humanity, is too clear to admit of a, question. He gives us wonderful pic- tures of the world he lived in. It was not altogether a good world. As it was he portrays it. Its virtues be praises and its vices he condemns, not by a page of mere moralizing, but by events and action, which, swaying the ethics of society with apparent uncertainty hither and thither, yet have an upward tread, even as they do in our world of to-day. " The Duchesse de Langeais " is the novel of this volume. It is from the Scenes de la Vie Parisienne of the Com^die Humaine. The temptation and struggle of the Duchess is one which could hardly, in our day, present itself to a pure- minded woman. In that day and time it could, and did; in spite of her wild abandonment to the lover who spurned her, the reader feels that Madame de Langeais was a noble-hearted woman, purer than those who counselled her a concealed enjoyment of her passion, nobler and better than the society which made her what she was. With great power and pathos is her story told. It is a very powerful scene when her lover meets her in the convent, and very dramatic is her tortured cry to the Mother Superior: " This man is my lover 1 " How strong and pitiful the end, and the sad commitment to the waves of what was a woman and now is nothing I The volume also contains four short stories. " An Episode under the Terror," from Scenes de la Vie Politique, is a story already familiar from previous translation, and which has drifted around in English as much perhaps as any of Balzac's shorter stories. "-The Illustrious Gaudissart " is from Scenes de la Vie "de Province, an admirable example of Balzac's humor. Gaudissart is a commercial traveller, — a drummer, in familiar parlance. He might be a drummer of to-day. If he were, he could easily find employ- ment with a high-class house. The shrewdness and impudence of the class has not varied much since Balzac's time. Gaudissart adds to his line a children's magazine and the agency of a Life Insurance Company. He is advised by the humorist of a provincial town to try his powers of persua- sion on a man who turns out to be a harmless, but decided lunatic. The scene between the two is humorous in the extreme. When Gaudissart calls the insuring one's life for a large sum " the discounting of future genius," he adds a persuasive phrase to the repertoire of the life-insurance agent. *'A Passion in the Desert'* is from Scenes de la Vie Militaire, and is as singular a tale as might be imagined from the affection of a man and a tiger. The last of the four is " The Hidden Masterpiece," from :^tudes Philosophiques. Here, to the readers of this edition, Balzac is seen in a new vein. Here is something of the strange, weird touch of Hawthorne, something of unreality, and the lingering vision of a possible moraL The translation could hardly be in better hands. The English is delightfully clear and nervous. Whoever reads these books will know Balzac very well, and it is safe to assume that they will like him very much. One handsome \7.mo volume, uniform with ^^P^re Goriot^^ and " Cisar Birotteau^^ Bound in half morocco^ French style. Price $1.50. ROBERTS BROTHERS, Publishers, Boston. [^From the New York Tribune of October 13, 1885.] BALZAC IN ENGLISH. PERE GORIOT. Honors de Balzac. Translated. Boston : Roberts Brothers. In publishing a translation of Balzac's " Pere Goriat," the Boston firm undertaking the enterprise seems to feel that there is some doubt as to the success of the experiment, which includes, if the public approve the initial essay, the presentation in English of several of the great French- man's other works. Perhaps the slow recognition of Balzac's genius by the American and English public may be capable of intelligible explana- tion. The magnitude of his work is alone sufficient to repel such as only look to French fiction for ephemeral sensation, while the seriousness of liis purpose might intimidate those who imagined that he was didactic and therefore dull. But the time should now be ripe for the introduction of English-speaking people to an author who by right of genius stands alone xmong his contemporaries, and whose marvellous knowledge of human na- 'ure^ subtle analytic power, encyclopadic learning, and brilliant descriptive talent justify the daring comparison of his productive force with that of 'i.iakespeare. To understand Balzac thoroughly, indeed, he must be read in the jriginal and as a whole. Selected pieces from the " Com^die Humaine " nay convey a sufficiently clear apprehension, for the public, of his powers, }ut a careful study of that wonderful scheme throughout is indispensable a real knowledge of his aim and scope. The " Comedie Humaine " is he most remarkable work of its kind extant. It is not mere fiction. It s, as Balzac intended it to be, a, faithful history of the France of his ime ; a history so faithful and so detailed that were all other contem- lorary literature destroyed, posterity could from this work reconstruct an xact and finished picture of the age. In his general preface (which the American publishers have judiciously prefixed to their translation of Pere Goriot") the author gives some account of his plan. His aim was 3 do for society what Buffon had done for the animal kingdom. Since, owever, men and women are complex creatures, and since their acts and 2 BALZAC IN ENGLISH. suff ertngs are caused mainly by the influence of passions whose treatment demands a profound study of psychology, it is evident that the task of the novelist, or, as he might be better named, the social historian, must be much more difficult than that of the naturalist. Balzac, however, supported by that confidence in its own powers which so often characterizes genius, grappled boldly with this arduous undertak- ing. He was to write the history of his time, nothing extenuating, and setting down nought in malice, painting in their due proportions the vices and the virtues of the period, showing the springs that moved society, the passions that furnished motives to action, the meannesses, the magnanimi- ties, the rapacity, the self-sacrifice, the sensuality, the purity, the piety, the heathenism of his fellow men and women. His equipment for the work was splendid. His erudition was both extensive and curious. He knew not only common but recondite things. In science he had out- stripped his generation. In the " Comedie Humaine " may be recognized the practical embodiment of evolutionary philosophy. The influence of the environment upon character and conduct is always insisted upon by him. And because he never loses sight of the natural processes through which character is moulded and changed, his characters possess a peculiar reality and vitality. To him they were indeed living, and the rare faculty by which, in the alembic of his mind, all the complex influences and agencies concerned went to form, complete, and vivify these creations, has endowed them with so strong an individuality that they live and move still for the reader. Nothing that belonged to Balzac's time escaped him, and he explored the obscurer lines of research as conscientiously as those more open and clear. Thus it is that there is to be found in his works references to what are now thought the supernatural theories of the day, and he has sounded the depths of mysticism with the same devotion shown in his pursuit of physical science. Critics have regretted that he had no high moral aim ; but this regret seems to imply misapprehension of his purpose not less than error as to his achievements. His aim was to describe life as it was being lived under his eyes. That his tendencies were not debasing is shown by the striking pontrast between his work and that of Zola. In the latter's writ ! ings the ugly, vile, and horrible is so elaborated, exaggerated, and kept in the foreground that it colors and characterizes everything. In Balzac there is not less realism, and nothing more graphic than his descriptions of the seamy side of life has ever been written. But there is no taint of lubricity and no suggestion of liking for the scenes so depicted. A sombre fire runs through all the pictures of low and vicious life, which, while enhancing the skill of the artist, moves to pity or indignation be- cause of the destinies so sadly fixed. Perhaps no better example of his BALZAC IN ENGLISH. 3 Btyle than " PJre Goriot " could be selected. Pfere Goriot is the Lear of modern society; and though the passions which move the characters are for the most part sordid and base, the pathos and power of the story are so great, that even in translation the genius of the master is unmistakable. There is nothing in fiction more pitiful than the figure of old Goriot, and the skill of the creator, which sets down all the defects and limitations of the hero, thereby accentuates his devotion and the ignoble tragedy r' his fate. Balzac, however, never adopted the modern vice known as the " sta- system " in dramatic management. There were no " sticks " in his com pany. Evei'y character is complete, intelligible, consistent, progressive. Neither does he pad. From beginning to end, save as regards his de- scriptions of things and places, every sentence has direct relation to the working out of the plot. And as to those long and minute descriptions, which have vexed some critics, they were written with the distinct and avowed purpose of preserving faithful likenesses which should be of use to the historian of the future. Nor are they tiresome, but often seem to sharpen the realization of the story, and in all cases increase the gen- eral impression of fidelity to facts. The style of Balzac is very remarkable for its power. It is nervous, full of suppressed fire, suggesting a brain so prolific of thoughts that the utmost care had to be exercised to prevent them from overcrowding one another. The concentrated force of expression fre- quently reminds one of Shakespeare, and bursts of marvellous impassioned eloquence — not of the frothy kind, but presenting truths deep as the centre — at intervals flash out, adding to the sense of repressed volcanic power which pervades these works. The defects of Balzac are those of his time and country. It is curious that while he himself finds no really lofty female characters in English fiction, even belittling the heroines of Scott, and advancing the strange theory that the neglect by Protestant peoples of the worship of the Virgin has lowered their standard of womanhood, — his own most ambitious types of piety and purity in woman exhibit less of his characteristic knowl- edge of human nature than any of his other characters. This type, in fact, he appears to have described from pure imagination, with the result that his creations of this class are cold, unapproachable, abnormal, bloodless beings, whose goodness does not impress us as meritorious, because they are essentially incapable of wrong-doing. In a word, he has filled up the vacant niche with conventional angels, only removing their wings. As to the low plane of the ambitions which move so many of his characters, no doubt he would have said that he merely took the world as he found it ; that these were the prevailing ambitions, and that he could not make society better than it was. And doubtless there is much force in this, 4 BALZAC IN ENGLISH. though it must be acknowledged that the France of Balzac's time afforded almost as abundant material for satire as the Rome of Juvenal. Taking him at his own estimate, however, and accepting his view of the duties of the novelist under the given conditions, — a view, be it said, which is always open to doubt and dispute, — it is impossible not to admire the depth of his insight and the marvellous scope and comprehensiveness of his genius. The enterprise he undertook was gigantic, yet what he ac- complished was so monumental a work as to prove the justness of his self-appreciation. Some day, perhaps, a complete translation of the " Comedie Humaine " will be undertaken. Possibly the success of Messrs. Roberts' venture may induce them to extend their enterprise. "Cesar Birotteau," and one or two more of Balzac's stories, have been put into English already, though inadequately. There ought to be, in the United States and England, at the present time enough lovers of good liter- ature to make such an undertaking as a complete translation of this author remunerative. When we consider what masses of trash pour from mod- ern presses, and what capital is employed in reproductions of so-called classics which have become rare and obscure because they deserved obliv- ion, it seems reasonable to expect that Balzac would find purchasers if issued in the form suggested. The translation of " Pire Goriot " is very good, and Balzac is not the easiest author to translate. The publishers cannot do better than to intrust the succeeding volumes to the same capable hands, and it would be only justice to the translator to put his or her name on the titlepage. For it is a merito- rious deed to have turned into excellent, nervous English the prose -of this ^reat Frenchman, whose fire and fervor, clear sight aud powerful description, when contrasted with the average novel of the day, shine forth with redoubled splendor, and whose brilliant genius in the analysis of human character casts altogether into the shade the amateurish essays at psychologic fiction which are gravely spoken of in these degenerate times as the promising productions of a new and higher school of literary art. PERE G-ORIOT. A Novel. By Honors de Balzac. i2mo. 349 pages. Prefaced with Balzac's own account of his plan in writing the " Comedie Humaine," xix pages. Half- bound in morocco, French style. Price $1.50. ROBERTS BROTHERS, Publishers, Boston.