CHAPTER IV.

The next day, Wednesday, July 6th, commenced one of those eras in the

world's history in which private life would vainly boast that it

overrules Life Public. How many private lives does such a terrible time

influence, absorb, darken with sorrow, crush into graves?

It was the day when the Duc de Gramont uttered the fatal speech which

determined the die between peace and war. No one not at Paris on that

day can conceive the popular enthusiasm with which that speech was

hailed--the greater because the warlike tone of it was not anticipated;

because there had been a rumour amidst circles the best informed that a

speech of pacific moderation was to be the result of the Imperial

Council. Rapturous indeed were the applauses with which the sentences

that breathed haughty defiance were hailed by the Assembly. The ladies

in the tribune rose with one accord, waving their handkerchiefs. Tall,

stalwart, dark, with Roman features and lofty presence, the Minister of

France seemed to say with Catiline in the fine tragedy: "Lo! where I

stand, I am war!"

Paris had been hungering for some hero of the hour--the Duc de Gramont

became at once raised to that eminence. All the journals, save the very

few which were friendly to peace, because hostile to the Emperor,

resounded with praise, not only of the speech, but of the speaker. It is

with a melancholy sense of amusement that one recalls now to mind those

organs of public opinion--with what romantic fondness they dwelt on the

personal graces of the man who had at last given voice to the chivalry of

France: "The charming gravity of his countenance--the mysterious

expression of his eye!"

As the crowd poured from the Chambers, Victor de Mauleon and Savarin, who

had been among the listeners, encountered.

"No chance for my friends the Orleanists now," said Savarin. "You who

mock at all parties are, I suppose, at heart for the Republican--small

chance, too, for that."

"I do not agree with you. Violent impulses have quick reactions."

"But what reaction could shake the Emperor after he returns a conqueror,

bringing in his pocket the left bank of the Rhine?"

"None--when he does that. Will he do it? Does he himself think he will

do it? I doubt--"

"Doubt the French army against the Prussian?"

"Against the German people united--yes, very much."

"But war will disunite the German people. Bavaria will surely assist us

--Hanover will rise against the spoliator--Austria at our first successes

must shake off her present enforced neutrality?"

"You have not been in Germany, and I have. What yesterday was a Prussian

army, to-morrow will be a German population; far exceeding our own in

numbers, in hardihood of body, in cultivated intellect, in military

discipline. But talk of something else. How is my ex-editor--poor

Gustave Rameau?"

"Still very weak, but on the mend. You may have him back in his office

soon."

"Impossible! even in his sick-bed his vanity was more vigorous than ever.

He issued a war-song, which has gone the round of the war journals signed

by his own name. He must have known very well that the name of such a

Tyrtaeus cannot reappear as the editor of _Le Sens Commun_; that in

launching his little firebrand he burned all vessels that could waft him

back to the port he had quitted. But I dare say he has done well for his

own interests; I doubt if _Le Sens Commun_ can much longer hold its

ground in the midst of the prevalent lunacy."

"What! it has lost subscribers?--gone off in sale already, since it

declared for peace?"

"Of course it has; and after the article which, if I live over to-night,

will appear to-morrow, I should wonder if it sell enough to cover the

cost of the print and paper."

"Martyr to principle! I revere, but I do not envy thee."

"Martyrdom is not my ambition. If Louis Napoleon be defeated, what then?

Perhaps he may be the martyr; and the Favres and Gambettas may roast

their own eggs on the gridiron they heat for his majesty."

Here an English gentleman, who was the very able correspondent to a very

eminent journal, and in that capacity had made acquaintance with De

Mauleon, joined the two Frenchmen; Savarin, however, after an exchange of

salutations, went his way.

"May I ask a frank answer to a somewhat rude question, M. le Vicomte?"

said the Englishman. "Suppose that the Imperial Government had to-day

given in their adhesion to the peace party, how long would it have been

before their orators in the Chamber and their organs in the press would

have said that France was governed by poltrons?"

"Probably for most of the twenty-four hours. But there are a few who are

honest in their convictions; of that few I am one."

"And would have supported the Emperor and his Government?"

"No, Monsieur--I do not say that."

"Then the Emperor would have turned many friends into enemies, and no

enemies into friends."

"Monsieur--you in England know that a party in opposition is not

propitiated when the party in power steals its measures. Ha!--pardon me,

who is that gentleman, evidently your countryman, whom I see yonder

talking to the Secretary of your Embassy?"

"He.--Mr. Vane-Graham Vane. Do you not know him? He has been much in

Paris, attached to our Embassy formerly; a clever man--much is expected

from him."

"Ah! I think I have seen him before, but am not quite sure. Did you say

Vane? I once knew a Monsieur Vane, a distinguished parliamentary

orator."

"That gentleman is his son--would you like to be introduced to him?"

"Not to-day--I am in some hurry." Here Victor lifted his hat in parting

salutation, and as he walked away cast at Graham another glance keen and

scrutinising. "I have seen that man before," he muttered, "where?--

when?--can it be only a family likeness to the father? No, the features

are different; the profile is--ha!--Mr. Lamb, Mr. Lamb--but why call

himself by that name?--why disguised?--what can he have to do with poor

Louise? Bah--these are not questions I can think of now. This war--this

war--can it yet be prevented? How it will prostrate all the plans my

ambition so carefully schemed! Oh!--at least if I were but in the

Chamber. Perhaps I yet may be before the war is ended--the Clavignys

have great interest in their department."

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