This reply caused Frederick to make up his mind; and, as he looked about to the right and the left to see whether his friends were prepared to support him, he saw Pellerin on the rostrum in front of him.
The artist assumed a haughty tone in addressing the meeting.
“I would like to get some notion as to who is the candidate amongst all these that represents art. For my part, I have painted a picture.”
“We have nothing to do with painting pictures!” was the churlish remark of a thin man with red spots on his cheekbones.
Pellerin protested against this interruption.
But the other, in a tragic tone:
“Ought not the Government to make an ordinance abolishing prostitution and want?”
And this phrase having at once won to his side the popular favour, he thundered against the corruption of great cities.
“Shame and infamy! We ought to catch hold of wealthy citizens on their way out of the Maison d’Or and spit in their faces—unless it be that the Government countenances debauchery! But the collectors of the city dues exhibit towards our daughters and our sisters an amount of indecency—”
A voice exclaimed, some distance away:
“This is blackguard language! Turn him out!”
“They extract taxes from us to pay for licentiousness! Thus, the high salaries paid to actors—”
“Help!” cried Pellerin.
He leaped from the rostrum, pushed everybody aside, and declaring that he regarded such stupid accusations with disgust, expatiated on the civilising mission of the player. Inasmuch as the theatre was the focus of national education, he would record his vote for the reform of the theatre; and to begin with, no more managements, no more privileges!
“Yes; of any sort!”
The actor’s performance excited the audience, and people moved backwards and forwards knocking each other down.
“No more academies! No more institutes!”
“No missions!”
“No more bachelorships! Down with University degrees!”
“Let us preserve them,” said Sénécal; “but let them be conferred by universal suffrage, by the people, the only true judge!”
Besides, these things were not the most useful. It was necessary to take a level which would be above the heads of the wealthy. And he represented them as gorging themselves with crimes under their gilded ceilings; while the poor, writhing in their garrets with famine, cultivated every virtue. The applause became so vehement that he interrupted his discourse. For several minutes he remained with his eyes closed, his head thrown back, and, as it were, lulling himself to sleep over the fury which he had aroused.
Then he began to talk in a dogmatic fashion, in phrases as imperious as laws. The State should take possession of the banks and of the insurance offices. Inheritances should be abolished. A social fund should be established for the workers. Many other measures were desirable in the future. For the time being, these would suffice, and, returning to the question of the elections: “We want pure citizens, men entirely fresh. Let someone offer himself.”
Frederick arose. There was a buzz of approval made by his friends. But Sénécal, assuming the attitude of a Fouquier-Tinville, began to ask questions as to his Christian name and surname, his antecedents, life, and morals.
Frederick answered succinctly, and bit his lips. Sénécal asked whether anyone saw any impediment to this candidature.
“No! no!”
But, for his part, he saw some. All around him bent forward and strained their ears to listen. The citizen who was seeking for their support had not delivered a certain sum promised by him for the foun dation of a democratic journal. Moreover, on the twenty-second of February, though he had had sufficient notice on the subject, he had failed to be at the meeting-place in the Place de Panthéon.
“I swear that he was at the Tuileries!” exclaimed Dussardier.
“Can you swear to having seen him at the Panthéon?”
Dussardier hung down his head. Frederick was silent. His friends, scandalised, regarded him with disquietude.
“In any case,” Sénécal went on, “do you know a patriot who will answer to us for your principles?”
“I will!” said Dussardier.
“Oh! this is not enough; another!”
Frederick turned round to Pellerin. The artist replied to him with a great number of gestures, which meant:
“Ah! my dear boy, they have rejected myself! The deuce! What would you have?”
Thereupon Frederick gave Regimbart a nudge.
“Yes, that’s true; ’tis time! I’m going.”
And Regimbart stepped upon the platform; then, pointing towards the Spaniard, who had followed him:
“Allow me, citizens, to present to you a patriot from Barcelona!”
The patriot made a low bow, rolled his gleaming eyes about, and with his hand on his heart:
“Ciudadanos! mucho aprecio el honor that you have bestowed on me! however great may be vuestra bondad, mayor vuestra atención!”
“I claim the right to speak!” cried Frederick.
“Desde que se proclamo la constitutión de Cadiz, ese pacto fundamental of las libertades Españolas, hasta la ultima revolución, nuestra patria cuenta numerosos y heroicos mártires.”
Frederick once more made an effort to obtain a hearing:
“But, citizens!—”
The Spaniard went on: “El martes proximo tendra lugar en la iglesia de la Magdelena un servicio fúnebre.”
“In fact, this is ridiculous! Nobody understands him!”
This observation exasperated the audience.
“Turn him out! Turn him out!”
“Who? I?” asked Frederick.
“Yourself!” said Sénécal, majestically. “Out with you!”
He rose to leave, and the voice of the Iberian pursued him:
“Y todos los Españoles descarien ver alli reunidas las disputaciónes de los clubs y de la milicia nacional. An oración fúnebre en honour of the libertad Española y del mundo entero will be prononciado por un miembro del clero of Paris en la sala Bonne Nouvelle. Honour al pueblo frances que llamaría yo el primero pueblo del mundo, sino fuese ciudadano de otra nación!”
“Aristo!” screamed one blackguard, shaking his fist at Frederick, as the latter, boiling with indignation, rushed out into the yard adjoining the place where the meeting was held.
He reproached himself for his devotedness, without reflecting that, after all, the accusations brought against him were just.
What fatal idea was this candidature! But what asses! what idiots! He drew comparisons between himself and these men, and soothed
