CHAPTER XXX.

The strange interview which I have described of course yielded my

thoughts sufficient employment. Was it--could it really be, I asked

myself, that I had spent the last hour in conversation with the

greatest statesman in modern Europe? And in conversation about what?

about Ovid--the task of a school-boy in an inferior class--when I

could have afforded him minute information upon events on which the

fate of nations depended.

Could he have received prior information? Impossible! Our vessel had

sailed with the fairest wind, and the speed of our passage had been

made a marvel of by the sailors; I had lost no time upon the road, and

it was impossible--surely quite impossible--that he could have

received tidings from Catalonia in a shorter space, without, indeed,

the devil, as the vulgar did not scruple to say, sent him tidings from

all parts of the world by especial couriers of his own.

One thing, however, is certain; I went to the Palais Cardinal a very

important person in my own opinion, and I came away from it with my

self-consequence very terribly diminished.

My next reflections turned to the minister's very unclerical dress,

and I puzzled myself for some time in fancying the various errands

which might have required such a disguise--for disguise it evidently

was. Of course, I could conclude upon nothing, and was only obliged to

end in supposing, with the boy who had guided me thither, that no one

knew how, or why, he did anything.

My way home was easily found; and retiring to bed, I dreamed all

night, between sleeping and waking, of courts and prime ministers, and

woke the next morning not at all refreshed for having passed the night

in such company. I had more disagreeable society, however, before

long; for when I had been up about an hour, and was preparing to go

out and view the great and stirring bee-hive, whose hum reached me

even in my own cell, the worthy host of the _auberge_ bustled into the

room with an appearance of great terror, begging a thousand pardons

for his intrusion; but he hoped, he said, that if I had anything in my

bags which I wished to conceal, I would put it away quickly, for that

the officers of justice were in the house, and he had heard them

inquire for a person very much resembling me.

Of course, I laughed at the idea; but the landlord had hardly

concluded his tale, when in rushed two sergeants and a greffier,

dressed in their black robes of office. One stationed himself at the

door, one threw himself between me and the window, and then commanded

me in the king's name to surrender myself.

I replied that I was very willing to surrender, but that there must be

assuredly some mistake, for that I had not been in Paris sufficient

time to commit any great crime.

"No mistake, sir! no mistake!" replied one of the sergeants. "People

who have the knack, commit crimes as fast as I can eat oysters. You

are accused, sir, of filching. They say, sir, you are guilty of

appropriation. A good man, an excellent good man, Jonas Echimillia, of

the persecuted race of Abraham, avers against you, sir, that last

night, towards ten of the clock, you entered his dwelling, sir,

wherein he gives shelter to old servants cast off by ungrateful

masters--in other words, sir, his frippery--and notoriously and

abominably seduced a white silk suit, laced with gold, to elope with

you, to the identity of which suit he will willingly swear. So open

your swallow-all, or trunk mail, and let us see what it contains."

Whilst the worthy sergeant thus proceeded, the warning of my good

friend the grocer came across my mind, and I thought that there was an

affectation about the voice of the respectable officer, which made me

suspect that the whole business might be contrived to extort money;

though how they could know that I had a white silk dress, laced with

gold, in the valise before me, I could not divine. However, I affected

to be very much alarmed; and while I examined well the countenances of

my honest guests, I feigned a wish to bribe them into a connivance.

"Not for a hundred pistoles!" cried the principal sergeant.

"Nay, nay," said the landlord, who had remained in the room, "worthy

sergeant, you must not be too severe upon my young lodger. Consider

his youth and inexperience. Echimillia is a tender-hearted man, and

would not wish you to be hard upon him. Take a hundred pistoles and

let him off."

The sergeant began to show symptoms of a relenting disposition, and

expressed his pity of my youth and ignorance of the ways of Paris with

so much tender-heartedness, that it overcame my gravity, and sitting

down upon a chair I laughed till I cried. The two sergeants looked

rather confounded; but the greffier, a little man, whose risible

organs were apparently somewhat irritable, could not resist the

infectious nature of my laugh, but began a low sort of cachinnation,

which he unsuccessfully tried either to drown in a cough or stifle in

the sleeve of his robe. The sympathy next affected the landlord, who,

after looking wistfully first to one and then to another, with one

eyebrow raised, and one corner of his mouth in a grin while the other

struggled for gravity for near a minute, was at length overpowered by

the greffier's efforts to smother his laughter, and burst forth,

shaking his fat sides till the room rang. The sergeant at the door

tittered; but the principal officer affected a fury that soon brought

me to myself, though in a very different manner from that which he

expected.

Starting upon my feet, I caught him by the collar, and knocking his

bonnet off his head, exposed to view the very identical person of my

hectoring guide of the night before, though he had ingeniously

contrived to change completely the shape of his face, by cutting his

immense beard into a small peak, shaving each of his cheeks, and

leaving nothing but a light moustache upon his upper lip. "Scoundrel!"

cried I, giving him a shake that almost tore his borrowed plumes to

pieces, "what, in the name of the devil, tempted you to think you

could impose on me with a stale trick like this?"

"Because you dined at a _table d'hote_ in Flemish lace," replied the

other sergeant, continuing to chuckle at his companion's misfortune.

"But come, young sir, you must let him go, though you have found him

out." And thereupon he threw back his robe, and grasped the sword

which it concealed.

As I had imagined, my man of war was as arrant a coward as ever swore

a big oath, and he trembled violently under my hands, till he saw his

more valiant comrade begin to espouse his cause so manfully. He then,

however, thought it was his cue to bully, and exclaimed, in his

natural voice, "Unhand me, or, by the heart of my father, I'll dash

you to atoms!"

"The devil you will!" said I, seizing the foot he had raised in an

attitude calculated to menace me with a severe kick. The window was

near and open; underneath it was a savoury dunghill from the stables

at the side; the height about twelve feet from the ground; so, without

farther ceremony, I pitched the valiant soldado out head foremost, and

drew my sword upon his companion, who ventured one or two passes, in

the course of which he got a scratch in his arm, and then ran

downstairs as fast as he could after the landlord and the greffier,

who had already led the way. Running to the window, however, from

which I could see over the gate of the court into the street, I

shouted aloud to the passengers to stop the sham sergeants.

The first, who, with my assistance, had gone out the shortest

way--whether he was used to being thrown out of window and did not

mind it, or whether the dunghill was as soft as a bed of down, I know

not; but--by this time had gained his feet, and was half way down the

street. Where the greffier had slunk to I cannot say; but the more

pugnacious personage, who had drawn his sword upon me, was caught by

the people attracted by my cries, as he was in the act of making the

best use of his legs, after his arms had failed him. It would have

given me pleasure, I own, to bring even one of such a set of impostors

to justice, but I was disappointed; for, just as a porter and a

vinegar seller were bringing him back to the inn, he suddenly shook

them off, slipped the sergeant's gown over his head, and scampered

away through a dozen turnings and windings, with a rapidity and

address which smacked singularly of much practice in running off in a

hurry.

After a hot chase, the porter returned to tell me that he could not

catch the nimble-limbed cheat; and calling him up to my chamber, I

bade him take up my packages, and prepared to leave the house, after

examining the contents of each valise, from which I found nothing

missing, though sufficiently disarranged to show that they had

afforded amusement to others during my absence the night before. Had

they met with the diamonds, it is probable that they would have spared

themselves and me the trouble of the somewhat operose contrivance to

which they had recourse; but these, fortunately placed in the very

bottom of the valise, with several things of less consequence, had

escaped their search.

As we were passing into the court, the respectable landlord presented

himself cap in hand, delivered his account, and hoped I had been

satisfied with my entertainment, and would recommend his house to my

friends; while all the time he spoke there was a meaning sort of grin

upon his countenance, as if he could hardly help laughing at his own

impudence.

I answered him somewhat in his own strain, that the entertainment was

what the reputation of his house might lead one to expect; and in

regard to recommending it to my friends, that it was very possible I

should have occasion to visit shortly the criminal lieutenant, when I

would take care to commend it to his notice in the most particular

manner, and point out its deserts to him with care.

"I' faith," answered the host, calmly, "I am afraid that the

worshipful gentleman of whom you speak will find but poor

accommodation at my house; and therefore, feeling myself incompetent

to entertain him as he deserves, I would fain decline the honour of

his company."

After having paid my reckoning, I betook myself to the shop of the

honest grocer, who heard my story without surprise; and in answer to

my inquiry for a lodging, he replied that he knew of one nearly

opposite to his own house, but that he doubted whether it would suit a

person of my condition, for it was small, and kept by an old widow,

who, though very respectable, was anything but rich.

I need not say this was the very sort of situation I desired; for

after having paid mine host of the Rue des Prouvaires, my purse

offered nothing but a long and lamentable vacuity, with three louis

d'ors at the bottom, looking as lank and empty, when I drew it out of

my pocket, as an eel-skin just stripped off one of those luckless

aquatic St. Bartholomews. I was soon, then, installed in my new

apartment; and being left to myself, gazed upon my scanty stock of

riches, as many an unfortunate wretch has doubtless often gazed before

me, calculating how long each several piece would keep life and soul

together. And when they were expended, what then? I asked myself. Must

I then write to my parents--confess my attachment to Helen--own that I

murdered her brother--take from her mind any blessed doubt that might

still remain upon it--snap each lingering affection that might still

bind her to me in twain at once, and at the same time encounter the

angry expostulation of my father for loving below my degree; as well

as the calm reproaches of my mother, for having blinded her to that

love--expostulations and reproaches which for Helen's sake I could

have encountered, while there remained a chance of her being mine, but

which now I felt no strength to bear, no motive to call upon my head?

Oh! no, no! I could not write--poverty, beggary, wretchedness,

anything sooner than that; and starting up, I proceeded into the

street, hoping to drive away thought amongst all the gay sights I had

heard of in Paris.

As I passed along the Rue St. Jacques, a beggar asked me for charity;

and instinctively I put my hand in my pocket, when suddenly the

thought of my own beggary came upon my mind, and with a sickness of

heart impossible to describe, I drew my hand back, saying I had

nothing for him. "Do! my good lord, do!" cried the mendicant; "may you

never suffer such poverty as mine; and if you should--for who can tell

in this uncertain life--and if you should, may you never be refused by

those you beg of!"

I could refuse no longer. It came so painfully home to my own bosom,

that I gave him a small piece which I had received in change, and then

walked on, feeling as if I had just cast away a fortune, instead of

giving a piece of a few sols to a beggar. Oh, circumstance!

circumstance! thou art like a juggler at a fair, making us see the

same object with a thousand different hues as thou offerest thy

many-coloured glasses to our eyes.

Passing on, I found my way to the Palais Cardinal, where, after having

gazed for a moment or two at the enormous pile of building before me,

the thousand minute beauties of which the darkness had hidden from me

the night before, I mounted the steps to leave my address, as I had

been commanded. The doors of the palace, far from being guarded as I

had previously found them, now seemed open to every one. Crowds of

people of all classes were going in and coming out; and every sort of

dress was there, from the princely _justaucorps_, whose arabesqued

embroidery left scarcely an inch of the original stuff visible, to the

threadbare pourpoint, whose long experience in the ways of the world

had rendered it as polished and as smooth as the tongue of an old

courtier. All was whisper, and smiles, and hurry, and bustle; and

though every here and there an anxious face might be seen, giving

shade to the picture, no one would have imagined that through those

gates issued forth each day a thousand orders of death, of misery, and

of despair.

I entered with the rest; and as the way seemed open to every one, was

walking on, when I soon found that all who passed were known; for

hardly had I taken two steps across the vestibule, when an attendant

placed himself in my way, asking my business. It was easily explained;

and leading me into a small cabinet adjoining the hall, he took down a

ponderous folio, and desired me to write my address. When I opened it

I found it quite full; and the page took down another, wherein, at the

end of many thousands of names, I wrote my own, with ink that I

doubted not would prove true Lethe, and turned away even more hopeless

than I came.

Spare time now became my curse, and, joining with a restless and

excited spirit, drove me through everything that was to be seen in

Paris with an eagerness which soon exhausted its object. Day passed by

after day, and the minister took no notice of me. I spun out my meagre

funds, like the thread of a spider; but still every hour I saw them

diminish. Twice each day I sent to the auberge where I had lodged, to

inquire whether little Achilles had yet arrived; and still my

disappointment was renewed. Nor was this disappointment one of the

least painful of my feelings, for in the solitariness of my being in

that great city I would have given worlds for his company, even

although I could neither respect nor esteem him. And yet let me not do

him injustice; mean qualities were so mingled in him with great

ones--his folly was so strangely mixed with shrewdness, and his love

of himself so singularly contrasted with the generous attachment which

he had conceived towards me, that I hardly knew whether to look upon

him with regard or contempt. Yet certainly I longed for his coming;

and as the days went by and he came not, even while I smiled at

remembering his poltroonery, I could not help hoping that the little

coward had met with no obstruction in the road.

In the meanwhile, my frugality served to prolong the sojourn of my

three louis in my purse far longer than I could have expected, and

perhaps my pain with it, at seeing them daily decrease. It was like

the handfuls of couscousou that they give in Morocco to persons dying

of impalement, the means only of extending moments of misery. One day,

however, in passing along the Rue St. Jacques, I saw lying on a

book-stall two treatises upon very different subjects; one relating to

military tactics, and the other entitled "_The Sure Way of Winning;

or, Hazard not Chance_." The price of each was but a trifle, and in a

fit of extravagance I bought them both. I had now wherewithal to

employ my time, and I studied each of these two books with an ardour

which, had it been employed continuously on any great or important

subject, might have changed the face of my fortune for ever. The

treatise on strategy, though perhaps not the best that ever was

written, was, at all events, no detrimental employment; and on it I

bestowed one half of my time. The other half was given to "_The Sure

Way of Winning_," which was neither more nor less than an elaborate

treatise upon gaming; with all the profound calculations of chances

necessary to qualify a complete gambler. Thank God, I was not by

nature a lover of play, or by such a study I should have been

irretrievably lost. As it was, I soon began to look upon the

gaming-table as the only resource which fortune held out to me; and

with indescribable assiduity and application, I went through every

calculation in the book, working them out in my mind hundreds and

hundreds of times, till their results became no longer matters of

arithmetic, but of memory.

Three weeks elapsed before I deemed myself qualified to encounter the

well-experienced Parisians; and by this time I had but one louis

remaining. This I changed into crowns, and with an anxious heart

proceeded as soon as it was dark to a house, where I was informed that

the minor sort of gambling, in which alone I could indulge, was

carried on every night.

A narrow dirty passage conducted to a small staircase, at the bottom

of which I began to hear the voices of the throng above. At the top

were two men wrangling in no very measured terms; and passing on, I

entered a large room, where about twenty tables were set out, and most

of them occupied. A crown was demanded for admission, which I paid;

and then proceeded to examine the various groups that were scattered

through the room. Squalid misery, devouring passion, and debasing

vice, were written in every countenance I beheld.

Of course, the whole assembly were divided between losers and winners.

Of the first, some were talking high and angrily; some were

blaspheming with the insanity of disappointment; some were gazing with

the silent stupefaction of despair, and some were laughing with that

wringing, soulless mockery of mirth, with which vanity sometimes

strives to hide the bitterest pangs of the human heart. Of the

winners, some were amassing their gains with greedy satisfaction; some

were smiling with a sneering triumph at the poor fools they plundered;

and some, with the eager falcon eye of avarice, were gazing keenly at

the rolling dice or turning cards, as if they feared that chance might

yet snatch their prey from out their talons.

The whole scene came upon my heart with a sickening faintness that had

nearly made me turn and fly it all; but at that moment a very polite

personage, seeing a stranger, approached, and invited me in courteous

terms to sit at one of the vacant tables, and try a throw of the dice;

or, if I loved better the more scientific games, we would open a pack

of cards, he said. I agreed to the latter proposal, and we sat down to

piquet. He played a bold and more hazardous game, I the quiet and more

certain one; and though some fortunate runs of the cards made him

eventually the winner, my loss was but two crowns.

"One throw with these for what you have lost," said my adversary,

before we rose, offering me the dice at the same time. We threw, and I

lost two crowns more. We threw again, and I was penniless.

I bore it more calmly than I had expected; but I believe it was more

the calmness of despair, than anything else, which supported me.

However wishing my adversary good night as politely as I could, I

walked away, hearing him say in a whisper to one who stood near, "He

plays very well at piquet, that young gentleman. It was as much as I

could do to beat him."

Beyond a doubt this was meant for my hearing, and if so, it had its

effect; for my first thought was what article of my scanty stock I

could part with, to yield the means of recovering that night's loss.

The diamonds which Achilles had entrusted to me instantly suggested

themselves to my mind; and the tempter, who still lies hid in the

bottom of man's heart till passion calls him forth, did not fail to

suggest a thousand excellent and plausible motives for using them.

"Achilles," said the devil, "had himself voluntarily given them to me;

and even if he had not done so, I had just as much a right to them as

he had--but if my conscience forbade me to take them ultimately, it

would be very easy to repay the value, either when I should have

recovered my losses at the gaming-table, or when I was restored to the

bosom of my family."

Thank Heaven, however, I had honour enough left not to violate a trust

reposed in me. I had still a diamond ring of my own. My mother had

given it to me, it is true; but necessity more strong than feeling

required me to part with it, and I determined to do so the next

morning. In looking for it, for I had ceased to wear it since I set

out for Marseilles, I met with the packet of papers regarding the

Count de Bagnols, which I had almost always kept about me; and looking

over them, I was tempted again to read some of the letters. I went on

from one to another, through the whole correspondence between the

Count, then a very young man, and the rebellious Rochellois, and I

found throughout that fine discrimination between right and wrong

which is the chivalry of the mind. It was a lesson and a reproach; but

as I had passed to the brink of vice, not by the short and flowery

path of pleasure, but by a road where every step was upon thorns--as I

had been driven by errors and by accidents, rather than led by

indulgence, the road back seemed not so long as to those who have

followed every maze of enjoyment in their course from virtue to vice.

With me it wanted but one effort of the mind--but the moral courage to

communicate my true situation to those I loved, and I should at once

free myself of the enthralment of circumstances. Such reflections

passed rapidly through my mind, and I resolved to do what I should

have done. But what are resolutions?--Air.

The next morning I carried my diamond ring to a most respectable

jeweller, who bought it of me for one-fifth of its worth, and vowed

all the while that he should lose by his bargain. Six louis, however,

now swelled my purse; and as night came, my good resolutions faded

like the waning sunshine. The cursed book of games found its way into

my hands, and at seven o'clock I stood before the same house where I

had left my money the night before.

Like the gates of Dis, the doors stood ever open, and those feet which

had once trod that magic path could hardly cross it without again

turning in the same direction.

On entering the room, the society which it contained struck me as even

more ruffianly than the night before, and I fancied that many eyes

turned upon me, as on one whose appearance there on the former evening

had been remarked. My polite adversary was looking on at one of the

tables, where the parties were playing for louis; but the moment his

eye fell upon me, he came forward and offered me my revenge. "They are

playing too high at that table," said he, as we sat down. "To my mind,

it takes away all the pleasure of the game to have such a stake upon

it as would pain one to lose. No _gentleman_ ever plays for the sake

of winning a great deal of other people's money, and therefore he

ought to take care that he does not part with too much of his own. I

play for _amusement_ alone, and therefore let us begin with crowns, as

we did last night."

His moderation pleased me, and, opening the cards, we again commenced

our evening with piquet. He again played boldly, and I even more

cautiously than before; but the cards were no longer favourable to my

adversary,--he lost everything, and in an hour I had fifty crowns

lying beside me. Half-a-dozen persons had now crowded round us, and

all joined in praises of my skilful play.

"Too skilful for me, I am afraid," said my adversary, maintaining his

good temper admirably, though I thought I discovered a little vexation

in his tone. "I own, fair sir, that you are my master with the cards;

but you will not refuse me an opportunity of mending my luck with

these;" and he took up the dice-boxes.

The spirit had now seized me; I had gained enough to wish to gain

more. Bright hopes of turning Fortune's frowns to smiles, of freeing

myself of all difficulties, of rising superior to my oppressive fate,

began to swim before my eyes; and I willingly agreed to his proposal,

never doubting that my ascendancy would still continue.

We played on rapidly, and soon the pile of coin by my side

diminished--vanished--grew higher and higher on his; and with agony of

mind beyond all that I had ever felt, my golden hopes passed away, and

despair began to come fast upon me, as louis after louis of my last

and only resource melted from my touch. With the cards all had been

fair--that was evident enough; but now my suspicions began to be

awakened in regard to the dice. I remembered those which I had split

open at Luz, and as I threw I watched narrowly to see whether there

was anything in those I played with which might show them to be

loaded. But no! they rolled over and over, turning each side

alternately as fairly as possible. I next fixed my eyes on my

adversary, when suddenly I saw him, with the dexterity of a juggler,

hold the dice he took up in the palm of his hand, and slip two others

in from the frill round his hand. When about to throw again, I saw him

prepare to perform the same trick, and springing up, I pinned his hand

to the table.

A loud outcry instantly took place; "The man's mad!" "What is he

about?" "Turn him out!" "Throw him out of the window!" cried a dozen

voices.

"You shall do it, if you like, gentlemen," cried I, "provided this man

has not two false dice under his hand."

As I spoke, I lifted his hand from the table, when, to my horror and

surprise, there were no dice there.

I was dumb as if thunderstruck, and my adversary, with every feature

convulsed with rage, lifted the hand I had liberated, and struck me a

violent blow in the face. Instinctively I laid my hand upon my sword,

when every one round threw themselves upon me, and in the midst of a

thousand blows, I was hurried to the window, and though struggling

violently to save myself, pitched over into the street.

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