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And in so doing, am I + not bound to put on record the memory of the amiable and + intelligent man who, meeting the Scribe (another clerk-amateur) at + a ball, said, "Just give the office a turn; there is work for you + there, I assure you." But do you need this public testimony to + feel assured of the affection of the writer? + + DE BALZAC. +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h3> + <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> AN EPISODE UNDER THE TERROR </a><br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_4_0002"> ADDENDUM </a><br /> + </h3> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h1> + AN EPISODE UNDER THE TERROR + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + On the 22nd of January, 1793, towards eight o'clock in the evening, an old + lady came down the steep street that comes to an end opposite the Church + of Saint Laurent in the Faubourg Saint Martin. It had snowed so heavily + all day long that the lady's footsteps were scarcely audible; the streets + were deserted, and a feeling of dread, not unnatural amid the silence, was + further increased by the whole extent of the Terror beneath which France + was groaning in those days; what was more, the old lady so far had met no + one by the way. Her sight had long been failing, so that the few foot + passengers dispersed like shadows in the distance over the wide + thoroughfare through the faubourg, were quite invisible to her by the + light of the lanterns. + </p> + <p> + She had passed the end of the Rue des Morts, when she fancied that she + could hear the firm, heavy tread of a man walking behind her. Then it + seemed to her that she had heard that sound before, and dismayed by the + idea of being followed, she tried to walk faster toward a brightly lit + shop window, in the hope of verifying the suspicions which had taken hold + of her mind. + </p> + <p> + So soon as she stood in the shaft of light that streamed out across the + road, she turned her head suddenly, and caught sight of a human figure + looming through the fog. The dim vision was enough for her. For one moment + she reeled beneath an overpowering weight of dread, for she could not + doubt any longer that the man had followed her the whole way from her own + door; then the desire to escape from the spy gave her strength. Unable to + think clearly, she walked twice as fast as before, as if it were possible + to escape from a man who of course could move much faster; and for some + minutes she fled on, till, reaching a pastry-cook's shop, she entered and + sank rather than sat down upon a chair by the counter. + </p> + <p> + A young woman busy with embroidery looked up from her work at the rattling + of the door-latch, and looked out through the square window-panes. She + seemed to recognize the old-fashioned violet silk mantle, for she went at + once to a drawer as if in search of something put aside for the newcomer. + Not only did this movement and the expression of the woman's face show a + very evident desire to be rid as soon as possible of an unwelcome visitor, + but she even permitted herself an impatient exclamation when the drawer + proved to be empty. Without looking at the lady, she hurried from her desk + into the back shop and called to her husband, who appeared at once. + </p> + <p> + "Wherever have you put?——" she began mysteriously, glancing at + the customer by way of finishing her question. + </p> + <p> + The pastry-cook could only see the old lady's head-dress, a huge black + silk bonnet with knots of violet ribbon round it, but he looked at his + wife as if to say, "Did you think I should leave such a thing as that + lying about in your drawer?" and then vanished. + </p> + <p> + The old lady kept so still and silent that the shopkeeper's wife was + surprised. She went back to her, and on a nearer view a sudden impulse of + pity, blended perhaps with curiosity, got the better of her. The old + lady's face was naturally pale; she looked as though she secretly + practised austerities; but it was easy to see that she was paler than + usual from recent agitation of some kind. Her head-dress was so arranged + as to almost hide hair that was white, no doubt with age, for there was + not a trace of powder on the collar of her dress. The extreme plainness of + her dress lent an air of austerity to her face, and her features were + proud and grave. The manners and habits of people of condition were so + different from those of other classes in former times that a noble was + easily known, and the shopkeeper's wife felt persuaded that her customer + was a <i>ci-devant</i>, and that she had been about the Court. + </p> + <p> + "Madame," she began with involuntary respect, forgetting that the title + was proscribed. + </p> + <p> + But the old lady made no answer. She was staring fixedly at the shop + windows as though some dreadful thing had taken shape against the panes. + The pastry-cook came back at that moment, and drew the lady from her + musings, by holding out a little cardboard box wrapped in blue paper. + </p> + <p> + "What is the matter, citoyenne?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Nothing, nothing, my friends," she answered, in a gentle voice. She + looked up at the man as she spoke, as if to thank him by a glance; but she + saw the red cap on his head, and a cry broke from her. "Ah! <i>You</i> + have betrayed me!" + </p> + <p> + The man and his young wife replied by an indignant gesture, that brought + the color to the old lady's face; perhaps she felt relief, perhaps she + blushed for her suspicions. + </p> + <p> + "Forgive me!" she said, with a childlike sweetness in her tones. Then, + drawing a gold louis from her pocket, she held it out to the pastry-cook. + "That is the price agreed upon," she added. + </p> + <p> + There is a kind of want that is felt instinctively by those who know want. + The man and his wife looked at one another, then at the elderly woman + before them, and read the same thoughts in each other's eyes. That bit of + gold was so plainly the last. Her hands shook a little as she held it out, + looking at it sadly but ungrudgingly, as one who knows the full extent of + the sacrifice. Hunger and penury had carved lines as easy to read in her + face as the traces of asceticism and fear. There were vestiges of bygone + splendor in her clothes. She was dressed in threadbare silk, a neat but + well-worn mantle, and daintily mended lace,—in the rags of former + grandeur, in short. The shopkeeper and his wife, drawn two ways by pity + and self-interest, began by lulling their consciences with words. + </p> + <p> + "You seem very poorly, citoyenne——" + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps madame might like to take something," the wife broke in. + </p> + <p> + "We have some very nice broth," added the pastry-cook. + </p> + <p> + "And it is so cold," continued his wife; "perhaps you have caught a chill, + madame, on your way here. But you can rest and warm yourself a bit." + </p> + <p> + "We are not so black as the devil!" cried the man. + </p> + <p> + The kindly intention in the words and tones of the charitable couple won + the old lady's confidence. She said that a strange man had been following + her, and she was afraid to go home alone. + </p> + <p> + "Is that all!" returned he of the red bonnet; "wait for me, citoyenne." + </p> + <p> + He handed the gold coin to his wife, and then went out to put on his + National Guard's uniform, impelled thereto by the idea of making some + adequate return for the money; an idea that sometimes slips into a + tradesman's head when he has been prodigiously overpaid for goods of no + great value. He took up his cap, buckled on his sabre, and came out in + full dress. But his wife had had time to reflect, and reflection, as not + unfrequently happens, closed the hand that kindly intentions had opened. + Feeling frightened and uneasy lest her husband might be drawn into + something unpleasant, she tried to catch at the skirt of his coat, to hold + him back, but he, good soul, obeying his charitable first thought, brought + out his offer to see the lady home, before his wife could stop him. + </p> + <p> + "The man of whom the citoyenne is afraid is still prowling about the shop, + it seems," she said sharply. + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid so," said the lady innocently. + </p> + <p> + "How if it is a spy?... a plot?... Don't go. And take the box away from + her——" + </p> + <p> + The words whispered in the pastry-cook's ear cooled his hot fit of courage + down to zero. + </p> + <p> + "Oh! I will just go out and say a word or two. I will rid you of him soon + enough," he exclaimed, as he bounced out of the shop. + </p> + <p> + The old lady meanwhile, passive as a child and almost dazed, sat down on + her chair again. But the honest pastry-cook came back directly. A + countenance red enough to begin with, and further flushed by the + bake-house fire, was suddenly blanched; such terror perturbed him that he + reeled as he walked, and stared about him like a drunken man. + </p> + <p> + "Miserable aristocrat! Do you want to have our heads cut off?" he shouted + furiously. "You just take to your heels and never show yourself here + again. Don't come to me for materials for your plots." + </p> + <p> + He tried, as he spoke, to take away the little box which she had slipped + into one of her pockets. But at the touch of a profane hand on her + clothes, the stranger recovered youth and activity for a moment, + preferring to face the dangers of the street with no protector save God, + to the loss of the thing she had just paid for. She sprang to the door, + flung it open, and disappeared, leaving the husband and wife dumfounded + and quaking with fright. + </p> + <p> + Once outside in the street, she started away at a quick walk; but her + strength soon failed her. She heard the sound of the snow crunching under + a heavy step, and knew that the pitiless spy was on her track. She was + obliged to stop. He stopped likewise. From sheer terror, or lack of + intelligence, she did not dare to speak or to look at him. She went slowly + on; the man slackened his pace and fell behind so that he could still keep + her in sight. He might have been her very shadow. + </p> + <p> + Nine o'clock struck as the silent man and woman passed again by the Church + of Saint Laurent. It is in the nature of things that calm must succeed to + violent agitation, even in the weakest soul; for if feeling is infinite, + our capacity to feel is limited. So, as the stranger lady met with no harm + from her supposed persecutor, she tried to look upon him as an unknown + friend anxious to protect her. She thought of all the circumstances in + which the stranger had appeared, and put them together, as if to find some + ground for this comforting theory, and felt inclined to credit him with + good intentions rather than bad. + </p> + <p> + Forgetting the fright that he had given the pastry-cook, she walked on + with a firmer step through the upper end of the Faubourg Saint Martin; and + another half-hour's walk brought her to a house at the corner where the + road to the Barriere de Pantin turns off from the main thoroughfare. Even + at this day, the place is one of the least frequented parts of Paris. The + north wind sweeps over the Buttes-Chaumont and Belleville, and whistles + through the houses (the Hovels rather), scattered over an almost + uninhabited low-lying waste, Where the fences are heaps of earth and + bones. It was a desolate-looking place, a fitting refuge for despair and + misery. + </p> + <p> + The sight of it appeared to make an impression upon the relentless pursuer + of a poor creature so daring as to walk alone at night through the silent + streets. He stood in thought, and seemed by his attitude to hesitate. She + could see him dimly now, under the street lamp that sent a faint, + flickering light through the fog. Fear gave her eyes. She saw, or thought + she saw, something sinister about the stranger's features. Her old terrors + awoke; she took advantage of a kind of hesitation on his part, slipped + through the shadows to the door of the solitary house, pressed a spring, + and vanished swiftly as a phantom. + </p> + <p> + For awhile the stranger stood motionless, gazing up at the house. It was + in some sort a type of the wretched dwellings in the suburb; a tumble-down + hovel, built of rough stones, daubed over with a coat of yellowish stucco, + and so riven with great cracks that there seemed to be danger lest the + slightest puff of wind might blow it down. The roof, covered with brown + moss-grown tiles, had given way in several places, and looked as though it + might break down altogether under the weight of the snow. The frames of + the three windows on each story were rotten with damp and warped by the + sun; evidently the cold must find its way inside. The house standing thus + quite by itself looked like some old tower that Time had forgotten to + destroy. A faint light shone from the attic windows pierced at irregular + distances in the roof; otherwise the whole building was in total darkness. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the old lady climbed not without difficulty up the rough, + clumsily built staircase, with a rope by way of a hand-rail. At the door + of the lodging in the attic she stopped and tapped mysteriously; an old + man brought forward a chair for her. She dropped into it at once. + </p> + <p> + "Hide! hide!" she exclaimed, looking up at him. "Seldom as we leave the + house, everything that we do is known, and every step is watched——" + </p> + <p> + "What is it now?" asked another elderly woman, sitting by the fire. + </p> + <p> + "The man that has been prowling about the house yesterday and to-day, + followed me to-night——" + </p> + <p> + At those words all three dwellers in the wretched den looked in each + other's faces and did not try to dissimulate the profound dread that they + felt. The old priest was the least overcome, probably because he ran the + greatest danger. If a brave man is weighed down by great calamities or the + yoke of persecution, he begins, as it were, by making the sacrifice of + himself; and thereafter every day of his life becomes one more victory + snatched from fate. But from the way in which the women looked at him it + was easy to see that their intense anxiety was on his account. + </p> + <p> + "Why should our faith in God fail us, my sisters?" he said, in low but + fervent tones. "We sang His praises through the shrieks of murderers and + their victims at the Carmelites. If it was His will that I should come + alive out of that butchery, it was, no doubt, because I was reserved for + some fate which I am bound to endure without murmuring. God will protect + His own; He can do with them according to His will. It is for you, not for + me that we must think." + </p> + <p> + "No," answered one of the women. "What is our life compared to a priest's + life?" + </p> + <p> + "Once outside the Abbaye de Chelles, I look upon myself as dead," added + the nun who had not left the house, while the Sister that had just + returned held out the little box to the priest. + </p> + <p> + "Here are the wafers... but I can hear some one coming up the stairs." + </p> + <p> + At this, the three began to listen. The sound ceased. + </p> + <p> + "Do not be alarmed if somebody tries to come in," said the priest. + "Somebody on whom we could depend was to make all necessary arrangements + for crossing the frontier. He is to come for the letters that I have + written to the Duc de Langeais and the Marquis de Beauseant, asking them + to find some way of taking you out of this dreadful country, and away from + the death or the misery that waits for you here." + </p> + <p> + "But are you not going to follow us?" the nuns cried under their breath, + almost despairingly. + </p> + <p> + "My post is here where the sufferers are," the priest said simply, and the + women said no more, but looked at their guest in reverent admiration. He + turned to the nun with the wafers. + </p> + <p> + "Sister Marthe," he said, "the messenger will say <i>Fiat Voluntas</i> in + answer to the word <i>Hosanna</i>." + </p> + <p> + "There is some one on the stairs!" cried the other nun, opening a + hiding-place contrived in the roof. + </p> + <p> + This time it was easy to hear, amid the deepest silence, a sound echoing + up the staircase; it was a man's tread on the steps covered with dried + lumps of mud. With some difficulty the priest slipped into a kind of + cupboard, and the nun flung some clothes over him. + </p> + <p> + "You can shut the door, Sister Agathe," he said in a muffled voice. + </p> + <p> + He was scarcely hidden before three raps sounded on the door. The holy + women looked into each other's eyes for counsel, and dared not say a + single word. + </p> + <p> + They seemed both to be about sixty years of age. They had lived out of the + world for forty years, and had grown so accustomed to the life of the + convent that they could scarcely imagine any other. To them, as to plants + kept in a hot-house, a change of air meant death. And so, when the grating + was broken down one morning, they knew with a shudder that they were free. + The effect produced by the Revolution upon their simple souls is easy to + imagine; it produced a temporary imbecility not natural to them. They + could not bring the ideas learned in the convent into harmony with life + and its difficulties; they could not even understand their own position. + They were like children whom mothers have always cared for, deserted by + their maternal providence. And as a child cries, they betook themselves to + prayer. Now, in the presence of imminent danger, they were mute and + passive, knowing no defence save Christian resignation. + </p> + <p> + The man at the door, taking silence for consent, presented himself, and + the women shuddered. This was the prowler that had been making inquiries + about them for some time past. But they looked at him with frightened + curiosity, much as shy children stare silently at a stranger; and neither + of them moved. + </p> + <p> + The newcomer was a tall, burly man. Nothing in his behavior, bearing, or + expression suggested malignity as, following the example set by the nuns, + he stood motionless, while his eyes traveled round the room. + </p> + <p> + Two straw mats laid upon planks did duty as beds. On the one table, placed + in the middle of the room, stood a brass candlestick, several plates, + three knives, and a round loaf. A small fire burned in the grate. A few + bits of wood in a heap in a corner bore further witness to the poverty of + the recluses. You had only to look at the coating of paint on the walls to + discover the bad condition of the roof, and the ceiling was a perfect + network of brown stains made by rain-water. A relic, saved no doubt from + the wreck of the Abbaye de Chelles, stood like an ornament on the + chimney-piece. Three chairs, two boxes, and a rickety chest of drawers + completed the list of the furniture, but a door beside the fireplace + suggested an inner room beyond. + </p> + <p> + The brief inventory was soon made by the personage introduced into their + midst under such terrible auspices. It was with a compassionate expression + that he turned to the two women; he looked benevolently at them, and + seemed, at least, as much embarrassed as they. But the strange silence did + not last long, for presently the stranger began to understand. He saw how + inexperienced, how helpless (mentally speaking), the two poor creatures + were, and he tried to speak gently. + </p> + <p> + "I am far from coming as an enemy, citoyennes——" he began. + Then he suddenly broke off and went on, "Sisters, if anything should + happen to you, believe me, I shall have no share in it. I have come to ask + a favor of you." + </p> + <p> + Still the women were silent. + </p> + <p> + "If I am annoying you—if—if I am intruding, speak freely, and + I will go; but you must understand that I am entirely at your service; + that if I can do anything for you, you need not fear to make use of me. I, + and I only, perhaps, am above the law, since there is no King now." + </p> + <p> + There was such a ring of sincerity in the words that Sister Agathe hastily + pointed to a chair as if to bid their guest be seated. Sister Agathe came + of the house of Langeais; her manner seemed to indicate that once she had + been familiar with brilliant scenes, and had breathed the air of courts. + The stranger seemed half pleased, half distressed when he understood her + invitation; he waited to sit down until the women were seated. + </p> + <p> + "You are giving shelter to a reverend father who refused to take the oath, + and escaped the massacres at the Carmelites by a miracle——" + </p> + <p> + "<i>Hosanna</i>!" Sister Agathe exclaimed eagerly, interrupting the + stranger, while she watched him with curious eyes. + </p> + <p> + "That is not the name, I think," he said. + </p> + <p> + "But, monsieur," Sister Marthe broke in quickly, "we have no priest here, + and——" + </p> + <p> + "In that case you should be more careful and on your guard," he answered + gently, stretching out his hand for a breviary that lay on the table. "I + do not think that you know Latin, and——" + </p> + <p> + He stopped; for, at the sight of the great emotion in the faces of the two + poor nuns, he was afraid that he had gone too far. They were trembling, + and the tears stood in their eyes. + </p> + <p> + "Do not fear," he said frankly. "I know your names and the name of your + guest. Three days ago I heard of your distress and devotion to the + venerable Abbe de——" + </p> + <p> + "Hush!" Sister Agathe cried, in the simplicity of her heart, as she laid + her finger on her lips. + </p> + <p> + "You see, Sisters, that if I had conceived the horrible idea of betraying + you, I could have given you up already, more than once——" + </p> + <p> + At the words the priest came out of his hiding-place and stood in their + midst. + </p> + <p> + "I cannot believe, monsieur, that you can be one of our persecutors," he + said, addressing the stranger, "and I trust you. What do you want with + me?" + </p> + <p> + The priest's holy confidence, the nobleness expressed in every line in his + face, would have disarmed a murderer. For a moment the mysterious + stranger, who had brought an element of excitement into lives of misery + and resignation, gazed at the little group; then he turned to the priest + and said, as if making a confidence, "Father, I came to beg you to + celebrate a mass for the repose of the soul of—of—of an august + personage whose body will never rest in consecrated earth——" + </p> + <p> + Involuntarily the abbe shivered. As yet, neither of the Sisters understood + of whom the stranger was speaking; they sat with their heads stretched out + and faces turned towards the speaker, curiosity in their whole attitude. + The priest meanwhile, was scrutinizing the stranger; there was no + mistaking the anxiety in the man's face, the ardent entreaty in his eyes. + </p> + <p> + "Very well," returned the abbe. "Come back at midnight. I shall be ready + to celebrate the only funeral service that it is in our power to offer in + expiation of the crime of which you speak." + </p> + <p> + A quiver ran through the stranger, but a sweet yet sober satisfaction + seemed to prevail over a hidden anguish. He took his leave respectfully, + and the three generous souls felt his unspoken gratitude. + </p> + <p> + Two hours later, he came back and tapped at the garret door. Mademoiselle + de Beauseant showed the way into the second room of their humble lodging. + Everything had been made ready. The Sisters had moved the old chest of + drawers between the two chimneys, and covered its quaint outlines over + with a splendid altar cloth of green watered silk. + </p> + <p> + The bare walls looked all the barer, because the one thing that hung there + was the great ivory and ebony crucifix, which of necessity attracted the + eyes. Four slender little altar candles, which the Sisters had contrived + to fasten into their places with sealing-wax, gave a faint, pale light, + almost absorbed by the walls; the rest of the room lay well-nigh in the + dark. But the dim brightness, concentrated upon the holy things, looked + like a ray from Heaven shining down upon the unadorned shrine. The floor + was reeking with damp. An icy wind swept in through the chinks here and + there, in a roof that rose sharply on either side, after the fashion of + attic roofs. Nothing could be less imposing; yet perhaps, too, nothing + could be more solemn than this mournful ceremony. A silence so deep that + they could have heard the faintest sound of a voice on the Route + d'Allemagne, invested the night-piece with a kind of sombre majesty; while + the grandeur of the service—all the grander for the strong contrast + with the poor surroundings—produced a feeling of reverent awe. + </p> + <p> + The Sisters kneeling on each side of the altar, regardless of the deadly + chill from the wet brick floor, were engaged in prayer, while the priest, + arrayed in pontifical vestments, brought out a golden chalice set with + gems; doubtless one of the sacred vessels saved from the pillage of the + Abbaye de Chelles. Beside a ciborium, the gift of royal munificence, the + wine and water for the holy sacrifice of the mass stood ready in two + glasses such as could scarcely be found in the meanest tavern. For want of + a missal, the priest had laid his breviary on the altar, and a common + earthenware plate was set for the washing of hands that were pure and + undefiled with blood. It was all so infinitely great, yet so little, + poverty-stricken yet noble, a mingling of sacred and profane. + </p> + <p> + The stranger came forward reverently to kneel between the two nuns. But + the priest had tied crape round the chalice of the crucifix, having no + other way of marking the mass as a funeral service; it was as if God + himself had been in mourning. The man suddenly noticed this, and the sight + appeared to call up some overwhelming memory, for great drops of sweat + stood out on his broad forehead. + </p> + <p> + Then the four silent actors in the scene looked mysteriously at one + another; and their souls in emulation seemed to stir and communicate the + thoughts within them until all were melted into one feeling of awe and + pity. It seemed to them that the royal martyr whose remains had been + consumed with quicklime, had been called up by their yearning and now + stood, a shadow in their midst, in all the majesty of a king. They were + celebrating an anniversary service for the dead whose body lay elsewhere. + Under the disjointed laths and tiles, four Christians were holding a + funeral service without a coffin, and putting up prayers to God for the + soul of a King of France. No devotion could be purer than this. It was a + wonderful act of faith achieved without an afterthought. Surely in the + sight of God it was like the cup of cold water which counterbalances the + loftiest virtues. The prayers put up by two feeble nuns and a priest + represented the whole Monarchy, and possibly at the same time, the + Revolution found expression in the stranger, for the remorse in his face + was so great that it was impossible not to think that he was fulfilling + the vows of a boundless repentance. + </p> + <p> + When the priest came to the Latin words, <i>Introibo ad altare Dei</i>, a + sudden divine inspiration flashed upon him; he looked at the three + kneeling figures, the representatives of Christian France, and said + instead, as though to blot out the poverty of the garret, "We are about to + enter the Sanctuary of God!" + </p> + <p> + These words, uttered with thrilling earnestness, struck reverent awe into + the nuns and the stranger. Under the vaulted roof of St. Peter's at Rome, + God would not have revealed Himself in greater majesty than here for the + eyes of the Christians in that poor refuge; so true is it that all + intermediaries between God and the soul of man are superfluous, and all + the grandeur of God proceeds from Himself alone. + </p> + <p> + The stranger's fervor was sincere. One emotion blended the prayers of the + four servants of God and the King in a single supplication. The holy words + rang like the music of heaven through the silence. At one moment, tears + gathered in the stranger's eyes. This was during the <i>Pater Noster</i>; + for the priest added a petition in Latin, and his audience doubtless + understood him when he said: "<i>Et remitte scelus regicidis sicut + Ludovicus eis remisit semetipse</i>"—forgive the regicides as Louis + himself forgave them. + </p> + <p> + The Sisters saw two great tears trace a channel down the stranger's manly + checks and fall to the floor. Then the office for the dead was recited; + the Domine salvum fac regem chanted in an undertone that went to the + hearts of the faithful Royalists, for they thought how the child-King for + whom they were praying was even then a captive in the hands of his + enemies; and a shudder ran through the stranger, as he thought that a new + crime might be committed, and that he could not choose but take his part + in it. + </p> + <p> + The service came to an end. The priest made a sign to the sisters, and + they withdrew. As soon as he was left alone with the stranger, he went + towards him with a grave, gentle face, and said in fatherly tones: + </p> + <p> + "My son, if your hands are stained with the blood of the royal martyr, + confide in me. There is no sin that may not be blotted out in the sight of + God by penitence as sincere and touching as yours appears to be." + </p> + <p> + At the first words the man started with terror, in spite of himself. Then + he recovered composure, and looked quietly at the astonished priest. + </p> + <p> + "Father," he said, and the other could not miss the tremor in his voice, + "no one is more guiltless than I of the blood shed——" + </p> + <p> + "I am bound to believe you," said the priest. He paused a moment, and + again he scrutinized his penitent. But, persisting in the idea that the + man before him was one of the members of the Convention, one of the voters + who betrayed an inviolable and anointed head to save their own, he began + again gravely: + </p> + <p> + "Remember, my son, that it is not enough to have taken no active part in + the great crime; that fact does not absolve you. The men who might have + defended the King and left their swords in their scabbards, will have a + very heavy account to render to the King of Heaven—Ah! yes," he + added, with an eloquent shake of the head, "heavy indeed!—for by + doing nothing they became accomplices in the awful wickedness——" + </p> + <p> + "But do you think that an indirect participation will be punished?" the + stranger asked with a bewildered look. "There is the private soldier + commanded to fall into line—is he actually responsible?" + </p> + <p> + The priest hesitated. The stranger was glad; he had put the Royalist + precisian in a dilemma, between the dogma of passive obedience on the one + hand (for the upholders of the Monarchy maintained that obedience was the + first principle of military law), and the equally important dogma which + turns respect for the person of a King into a matter of religion. In the + priest's indecision he was eager to see a favorable solution of the doubts + which seemed to torment him. To prevent too prolonged reflection on the + part of the reverend Jansenist, he added: + </p> + <p> + "I should blush to offer remuneration of any kind for the funeral service + which you have just performed for the repose of the King's soul and the + relief of my conscience. The only possible return for something of + inestimable value is an offering likewise beyond price. Will you deign, + monsieur, to take my gift of a holy relic? A day will perhaps come when + you will understand its value." + </p> + <p> + As he spoke the stranger held out a box; it was very small and exceedingly + light. The priest took it mechanically, as it were, so astonished was he + by the man's solemn words, the tones of his voice, and the reverence with + which he held out the gift. + </p> + <p> + The two men went back together into the first room. The Sisters were + waiting for them. + </p> + <p> + "This house that you are living in belongs to Mucius Scaevola, the + plasterer on the first floor," he said. "He is well known in the Section + for his patriotism, but in reality he is an adherent of the Bourbons. He + used to be a huntsman in the service of his Highness the Prince de Conti, + and he owes everything to him. So long as you stay in the house, you are + safer here than anywhere else in France. Do not go out. Pious souls will + minister to your necessities, and you can wait in safety for better times. + Next year, on the 21st of January,"—he could not hide an involuntary + shudder as he spoke,—"next year, if you are still in this dreary + refuge, I will come back again to celebrate the expiatory mass with you——" + </p> + <p> + He broke off, bowed to the three, who answered not a word, gave a last + look at the garret with its signs of poverty, and vanished. + </p> + <p> + Such an adventure possessed all the interest of a romance in the lives of + the innocent nuns. So, as soon as the venerable abbe told them the story + of the mysterious gift, it was placed upon the table, and by the feeble + light of the tallow dip an indescribable curiosity appeared in the three + anxious faces. Mademoiselle de Langeais opened the box, and found a very + fine lawn handkerchief, soiled with sweat; darker stains appeared as they + unfolded it. + </p> + <p> + "That is blood!" exclaimed the priest. + </p> + <p> + "It is marked with a royal crown!" cried Sister Agathe. + </p> + <p> + The women, aghast, allowed the precious relic to fall. For their simple + souls the mystery that hung about the stranger grew inexplicable; as for + the priest, from that day forth he did not even try to understand it. + </p> + <p> + Before very long the prisoners knew that, in spite of the Terror, some + powerful hand was extended over them. It began when they received firewood + and provisions; and next the Sisters knew that a woman had lent counsel to + their protector, for linen was sent to them, and clothes in which they + could leave the house without causing remark upon the aristocrat's dress + that they had been forced to wear. After awhile Mucius Scaevola gave them + two civic cards; and often tidings necessary for the priest's safety came + to them in roundabout ways. Warnings and advice reached them so + opportunely that they could only have been sent by some person in the + possession of state secrets. And, at a time when famine threatened Paris, + invisible hands brought rations of "white bread" for the proscribed women + in the wretched garret. Still they fancied that Citizen Mucius Scaevola + was only the mysterious instrument of a kindness always ingenious, and no + less intelligent. + </p> + <p> + The noble ladies in the garret could no longer doubt that their protector + was the stranger of the expiatory mass on the night of the 22nd of + January, 1793; and a kind of cult of him sprung up among them. Their one + hope was in him; they lived through him. They added special petitions for + him to their prayers; night and morning the pious souls prayed for his + happiness, his prosperity, his safety; entreating God to remove all snares + far from his path, to deliver him from his enemies, to grant him a long + and peaceful life. And with this daily renewed gratitude, as it may be + called, there blended a feeling of curiosity which grew more lively day by + day. They talked over the circumstances of his first sudden appearance, + their conjectures were endless; the stranger had conferred one more + benefit upon them by diverting their minds. Again, and again, they said, + when he next came to see them as he promised, to celebrate the sad + anniversary of the death of Louis XVI., he could not escape their + friendship. + </p> + <p> + The night so impatiently awaited came at last. At midnight the old wooden + staircase echoed with the stranger's heavy footsteps. They had made the + best of their room for his coming; the altar was ready, and this time the + door stood open, and the two Sisters were out at the stairhead, eager to + light the way. Mademoiselle de Langeais even came down a few steps, to + meet their benefactor the sooner. + </p> + <p> + "Come," she said, with a quaver in the affectionate tones, "come in; we + are expecting you." + </p> + <p> + He raised his face, gave her a dark look, and made no answer. The sister + felt as if an icy mantle had fallen over her, and said no more. At the + sight of him, the glow of gratitude and curiosity died away in their + hearts. Perhaps he was not so cold, not so taciturn, not so stern as he + seemed to them, for in their highly wrought mood they were ready to pour + out their feeling of friendship. But the three poor prisoners understood + that he wished to be a stranger to them; and submitted. The priest fancied + that he saw a smile on the man's lips as he saw their preparations for his + visit, but it was at once repressed. He heard mass, said his prayer, and + then disappeared, declining, with a few polite words, Mademoiselle de + Langeais' invitation to partake of the little collation made ready for + him. + </p> + <p> + After the 9th Thermidor, the Sisters and the Abbe de Marolles could go + about Paris without the least danger. The first time that the abbe went + out he walked to a perfumer's shop at the sign of <i>The Queen of Roses</i>, + kept by the Citizen Ragon and his wife, court perfumers. The Ragons had + been faithful adherents of the Royalist cause; it was through their means + that the Vendean leaders kept up a correspondence with the Princes and the + Royalist Committee in Paris. The abbe, in the ordinary dress of the time, + was standing on the threshold of the shop—which stood between Saint + Roch and the Rue des Frondeurs—when he saw that the Rue Saint Honore + was filled with a crowd and he could not go out. + </p> + <p> + "What is the matter?" he asked Madame Ragon. + </p> + <p> + "Nothing," she said; "it is only the tumbril cart and the executioner + going to the Place Louis XV. Ah! we used to see it often enough last year; + but to-day, four days after the anniversary of the twenty-first of + January, one does not feel sorry to see the ghastly procession." + </p> + <p> + "Why not?" asked the abbe. "That is not said like a Christian." + </p> + <p> + "Eh! but it is the execution of Robespierre's accomplices. They defended + themselves as long as they could, but now it is their turn to go where + they sent so many innocent people." + </p> + <p> + The crowd poured by like a flood. The abbe, yielding to an impulse of + curiosity, looked up above the heads, and there in the tumbril stood the + man who had heard mass in the garret three days ago. + </p> + <p> + "Who is it?" he asked; "who is the man with——" + </p> + <p> + "That is the headsman," answered M. Ragon, calling the executioner—the + <i>executeur des hautes oeuvres</i>—by the name he had borne under + the Monarchy. + </p> + <p> + "Oh! my dear, my dear! M. l'Abbe is dying!" cried out old Madame Ragon. + She caught up a flask of vinegar, and tried to restore the old priest to + consciousness. + </p> + <p> + "He must have given me the handkerchief that the King used to wipe his + brow on the way to his martyrdom," murmured he. "... Poor man!... There + was a heart in the steel blade, when none was found in all France..." + </p> + <p> + The perfumers thought that the poor abbe was raving. + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + PARIS, January 183l. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ADDENDUM + </h2> + <h3> + The following personages appear in other stories of the Human Comedy. + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Beauseant, Marquis and Comte de + Father Goriot + + Ragon, M. and Mme. + Cesar Birotteau +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 1456 ***</div> +</body> +</html> |