Then Property rose in their regard to the level of Religion, and was confounded with God. The attacks made on it appeared to them a sacrilege; almost a species of cannibalism. In spite of the most humane legislation that ever existed, the spectre of ’93 reappeared, and the chopper of the guillotine vibrated in every syllable of the word “Republic,” which did not prevent them from despising it for its weakness. France, no longer feeling herself mistress of the situation, was beginning to shriek with terror, like a blind man without his stick or an infant that had lost its nurse.
Of all Frenchmen, M. Dambreuse was the most alarmed. The new condition of things threatened his fortune, but, more than anything else, it deceived his experience. A system so good! a king so wise! was it possible? The ground was giving way beneath their feet! Next morning he dismissed three of his servants, sold his horses, bought a soft hat to go out into the streets, thought even of letting his beard grow; and he remained at home, prostrated, reading over and over again newspapers most hostile to his own ideas, and plunged into such a gloomy mood that even the jokes about the pipe of Flocon19 had not the power to make him smile.
As a supporter of the last reign, he was dreading the vengeance of the people so far as concerned his estates in Champagne when Frederick’s lucubration fell into his hands. Then it occurred to his mind that his young friend was a very useful personage, and that he might be able, if not to serve him, at least to protect him, so that, one morning, M. Dambreuse presented himself at Frederick’s residence, accompanied by Martinon.
This visit, he said, had no object save that of seeing him for a little while, and having a chat with him. In short, he rejoiced at the events that had happened, and with his whole heart adopted “our sublime motto, ‘Liberty, Equality, and Fraternity,’ ” having always been at bottom a Republican. If he voted under the other regime with the Ministry, it was simply in order to accelerate an inevitable downfall. He even inveighed against M. Guizot, “who has got us into a nice hobble, we must admit!” By way of retaliation, he spoke in an enthusiastic fashion about Lamartine, who had shown himself “magnificent, upon my word of honour, when, with reference to the red flag—”
“Yes, I know,” said Frederick. After which he declared that his sympathies were on the side of the workingmen.
“For, in fact, more or less, we are all workingmen!” And he carried his impartiality so far as to acknowledge that Proudhon had a certain amount of logic in his views. “Oh, a great deal of logic, deuce take it!”
Then, with the disinterestedness of a superior mind, he chatted about the exhibition of pictures, at which he had seen Pellerin’s work. He considered it original and well-painted.
Martinon backed up all he said with expressions of approval; and likewise was of his opinion that it was necessary to rally boldly to the side of the Republic. And he talked about the husbandman, his father, and assumed the part of the peasant, the man of the people. They soon came to the question of the elections for the National Assembly, and the candidates in the arrondissement of La Fortelle. The Opposition candidate had no chance.
“You should take his place!” said M. Dambreuse.
Frederick protested.
“But why not?” For he would obtain the suffrages of the Extremists owing to his personal opinions, and that of the Conservatives on account of his family; “And perhaps also,” added the banker, with a smile, “thanks to my influence, in some measure.”
Frederick urged as an obstacle that he did not know how to set about it.
There was nothing easier if he only got himself recommended to the patriots of the Aube by one of the clubs of the capital. All he had to do was to read out, not a profession of faith such as might be seen every day, but a serious statement of principles.
“Bring it to me; I know what goes down in the locality; and you can, I say again, render great services to the country—to us all—to myself.”
In such times people ought to aid each other, and, if Frederick had need of anything, he or his friends—
“Oh, a thousand thanks, my dear Monsieur!”
“You’ll do as much for me in return, mind!”
Decidedly, the banker was a decent man.
Frederick could not refrain from pondering over his advice; and soon he was dazzled by a kind of dizziness.
The great figures of the Convention passed before his mental vision. It seemed to him that a splendid dawn was about to rise. Rome, Vienna and Berlin were in a state of insurrection, and the Austrians had been driven out of Venice. All Europe was agitated. Now was the time to make a plunge into the movement, and perhaps to accelerate it; and then he was fascinated by the costume
