"Go and tell your master that he is not my master!"He seized the valet de chambre by the collar.He was at least a head shorter than his adversary,but his grasp was like iron;and in spite of appearances,great Fritz proved but a weak and nerveless body,and greatly surprised at this unexpected attack,he could only open his large mouth and utter some inarticulate sounds.Gilbert had already dragged him to the top of the staircase.Then Fritz,recovering from his first flurry,tried to struggle,but he lost his footing,stumbled,and fell headlong down the staircase to the bottom.Gilbert came near following him in his descent,but fortunately saved himself by clinging to the balustrade.As he saw him rolling,he feared that he had been too violent,but felt reassured,when he saw him scramble up,feel himself,rub his back,turn to shake his fist and limp away.
He returned to his chamber and breakfasted peaceably.
"Quite an opportune adventure,"thought he."Now,I shall be inflexible,unyielding,and if my trunks are not packed before night,I'm an idiot."Gathering up under his arm a bundle of papers which were needed for the day's work,he left the room,his head erect and his spirits animated;but he had hardly descended the first flight of steps before his exaltation gave way to very different feelings.He could not look without shuddering at the place where he had stood like one petrified,listening to the horrible groans of the somnambulist.He stopped,and,looking at the packet which he held under his arm,thought to himself that it was with a specter he was about to discuss Byzantine history.Then resuming his walk,he arrived at M.Leminof's study,where he almost expected to see the formidable apparition of last night appear before his eyes,and hear a sepuchral voice crying out to him:"Those eyes behind the door were yours!"He remained motionless a few seconds,his hand upon his heart.At last he knocked.A voice cried:"Come in.
He opened the door and entered.Heavens!how far was the reality from his fancy.
M.Leminof was quietly seated in the embrasure of the window,looking at the rain and playing with his monkey.He no sooner perceived his secretary than he uttered an exclamation of joy,and after shutting up Solon in an adjoining room,he approached Gilbert,took both his hands in his and pressed them cordially,saying in an affectionate tone:
"Welcome,my dear Gilbert,I have been looking for you impatiently.
I have been thinking a great deal since yesterday on our famous problem of the Slavonic invasions,and I am far from being convinced by your arguments.Be on your guard,my dear sir!Be on your guard!I propose to give you some thrusts that will trouble you to parry."Gilbert,who had recovered his tranquillity,seated himself,and the discussion commenced.The point in dispute was the question of the degree of importance and influence of the establishment of the Slavonians in the Byzantine empire during the middle ages.Upon this question,much debated at present,Count Kostia had espoused the opinion most favorable to the ambitions of Muscovite policy.
He affected to renounce his country and to censure it without mercy;he had even denationalized himself to the extent of never speaking his mother tongue and of forbidding its use in his house.
In fact,the idiom of Voltaire was more familiar to him than that of Karamzin,and he had accustomed himself for a long time even to think in French.In spite of all this,and of whatever he might say,he remained Russian at heart:this is a quality which cannot be lost.
Twelve o'clock sounded while they were at the height of the discussion.
"If you agree,my dear Gilbert,"said M.Leminof,"we will give ourselves a little relaxation.Indeed you're truly a terrible fellow;there's no persuading you.Let us breakfast in peace,if you please,like two good friends;afterwards we will renew the fight."The breakfast was invariably composed of toast au caviar and a small glass of Madeira wine;and every day at noon they suspended work for a few moments to partake of this little collation.
"Judge of my presumption,"suddenly said M.Leminof,underscoring,so to speak,every word,"I passed LAST NIGHT [and he put a wide space between these two words]in pleading against you the cause of my Slavonians.My arguments seemed to me irresistible.I beat you all hollow.I am like those fencers who are admirable in the training school,but who make a very bad figure in the field.Ihad prodigious eloquence LAST NIGHT;I don't know what has become of it;it seems to have fled like a phantom at the first crowing of the cock."As he pronounced these words,Count Kostia fixed such piercing eyes on Gilbert,that they seemed to search through to the most remote recesses of his soul.Gilbert sustained the attack with perfect sangfroid.
"Ah!sir,"replied he coolly,"I don't know how you argue at night;but I assure you by day you're the most formidable logician Iknow."
Gilbert's tranquil air dissipated the suspicion which seemed to weigh upon M.Leminof.
"You act,"said he gayly,"like those conquerors who exert themselves to console the generals they have beaten,thereby enhancing their real glory;but bah!arms are fickle,and I shall have my revenge at an early day.""I venture to suggest that you do not delay it long,"answered Gilbert in a grave tone."Who knows how much longer I may remain at Geierfels?"These words re-awakened the suspicions of the Count.
"What do you mean?"exclaimed he.
Whereupon Gilbert related in a firm,distinct tone the morning's adventure.As he advanced in the recital,he became warmer and repeated with an indignant air the remark which Fritz had attributed to the Count,and strongly emphasized his answer:
"Go and tell your master that he is not my master."He flattered himself that he would pique the Count;he saw him already raising his head,and speaking in the clouds.He was destined to be mistaken today in all his conjectures.From the first words of his eloquent recital,Count Kostia appeared to be relieved of a pre-occupation which had disturbed him.He had been prepared for something else,and was glad to find himself mistaken.
He listened to the rest with an undisturbed air,leaning back in his easy-chair with his eyes fixed on the ceiling.When Gilbert had finished--"And tell me,pray,"said he,without changing his posture,"how did you punish this rascal?""I took him by the collar,"replied Gilbert,"and flung him down head first.""Peste!"exclaimed the Count,raising himself and looking at him with an air of surprise and admiration."And tell me,"resumed he,smiling in his enjoyment,"did this domestic animal perish in his fall?""He may perhaps have broken his arms or legs.I didn't take the trouble to inquire."M.Leminof rose and folded his arms on his breast.
"See now,how liable our judgments are to be led astray,and how full of sense that Russian proverb is which says:'It takes more than one day to compass a man!'Yesterday you had such a sentimental pathetic air,when I permitted myself to administer a little correction to my serf,that I took you in all simplicity for a philanthropist.I retract it now.You are one of those tyrants who are only moved for the victims of another.Pure professional jealousy!But,"continued he,"there is one thing which astonishes me still more,and that is,that you Gilbert,you could for an instant believe--"He checked himself,bent forward towards Gilbert,and looked at him scrutinizingly,making a shade of his two bony hands extended over his enormous eyebrows;then taking him by the arm,he led him to the embrasure of the window,and as if he had made a sudden change in his person which rendered him irrecognizable:
"Nothing could be better than your throwing the scoundrel downstairs,"said he,"and if he is not quite dead,I shall drive him from here without pity;but that you should have believed that I,Count Leminof--Oh!it is too much,I dream--No,you are not the Gilbert that I know,the Gilbert I love,though I conceal it from myself--"And taking him by both hands,he added:
"This man was silly enough to tell you that I was your master,and you replied to him with the Mirabeau tone:'Go and tell your master--'My dear Gilbert,in the name of reason,I ask you to remember that the true is never the opposite of the false;it is another thing,that is all;but to which I add,that in answering as you did,you have cruelly compromised yourself.We should never contradict a fool;it is running the risk of being like him."Gilbert blushed.He did not try to amend anything,but readily changing his tactics,he said,smiling:
"I implore you,sir,not to drive this man away.I want him to stay to remind me occasionally that I am liable to lose my senses."But what were his feelings when the Count,having sent for this valet de chambre,said to him:
"You have not done this on your own responsibility--you received orders.Who gave them?"Fritz answered,stammering:
"Do please forgive me,your excellency!It was M.Stephane who,yesterday evening,made me a present of two Russian crowns on condition that every morning for a week I should say to M.Saville,'good-morning,comrade.'"A flash of joy shone in the Count's eyes.He turned towards Gilbert,and pressing his hand,said to him:
"For this once I thank you cordially for having addressed your complaints to me.The affair is more serious than I had thought.
There is a malignant abscess there,which must be lanced once for all."This surgical comparison made Gilbert shudder;he cursed his hasty passion and his stupidity.Why had he not suspected the real culprit?Why was it necessary for him to justify the hatred which Stephane had avowed towards him?
"And how happens it,sir,"resumed Count Kostia,with less of anger in his tone,"that you have an opportunity of holding secret conversations with my son in the evening?When did you enter his service?Do you not know that you are to receive neither orders,messages,nor communications of any kind from him?"Fritz,who in his heart blessed the admirable invention of lightning rods,explained as well as he could,that the evening before,in going up to his excellency's room,he had met Ivan on the staircase,going down to the grand hall to find a cap which his young master had forgotten.Apparently he had neglected to close the wicket,for Fritz,in going out through the gallery,had found Stephane,who,approaching him stealthily,had given him his little lesson in a mysterious tone,and as Ivan returned at this moment without the cap he said:
"Dost thou not see,imbecile,that it's on my head,"and he drew the cap from his pocket and proudly put it on his head,while he ran to his rooms laughing.
When he had finished his story,Fritz was profuse in his protestations of repentance,servile and tearful;the Count cut him short,declaring to him,that at the request of Gilbert he consented to pardon him;but that at the first complaint brought against him,he would give him but two hours to pack.When he had gone out,M.Leminof pulled another bell which communicated with the room of Ivan,who presently appeared.
"Knowest thou,my son,"said the Count to him in German,"that thou hast been very negligent for some time?Thy mind fails,thy sight is feeble.Thou art growing old,my poor friend.Thou art like an old bloodhound in his decline,without teeth and without scent,who knows neither how to hunt the prey nor how to catch it.Thou must be on the retired list.I have already thought of the office Ishall give thee in exchange...Oh!do not deceive thyself.It is in vain to shrug thy shoulders,my son;thou art wrong in believing thyself necessary.By paying well I shall easily find one who will be worth as much--"Ivan's eyes flashed.
"I do not believe you,"replied he,in Russian;"you know very well that you are not amiable,but that I love you in spite of it,and when you have spent a hundred thousand roubles,you will not have secured one to replace me,whose affection for you will be worth a kopeck.""Why dost thou speak Russian?"resumed the Count."Thou knowest well that I have forbidden it.Apparently thou wishest that no one but myself may understand the sweet things which thou sayest to me.
Go and cry them upon the roof,if that will give thee pleasure;but I have never asked thee to love me.I exact only faithful service on thy part,and I answer for it that thy substitute,when his young master shall tell him 'go and find my cap,which I have left in the grand hall,'will answer him coolly:'I am not blind,my little father,your cap is in your pocket.'"Ivan looked at his master attentively,and the expression of his face appeared to reassure him,for he began to smile.
"Meantime,"said the Count,"so long as I keep thee in thy office,study to satisfy me.Go to thy room and reflect,and at the end of a quarter of an hour,bring thy little father here to me;I want to talk with him,and I will permit thee to listen,if that will give thee pleasure."As soon as Ivan had gone,Gilbert begged M.Leminof not to pursue this miserable business."I have punished Fritz,"said he,"with perhaps undue severity;you yourself have rebuked and threatened him;I am satisfied.""Pardon me.In all this Fritz was but an instrument.It would not be right to allow the real culprit to go unpunished!""It is no trouble to me to pardon that culprit,"exclaimed Gilbert,with an animation beyond his control,"he is so unhappy!"M.Leminof gave Gilbert a haughty and angry look.He strode through the room several times,his hands behind his back;then,with the easy tempered air of an absolute prince,who condescends to some unreasonable fancy of one of his favorites,made Gilbert sit down,and placing himself by his side:
"My dear sir,"said he to him,"your last words show a singular forgetfulness on your part of our reciprocal agreements.You had engaged,if you remember,not to take any interest in any one here but yourself and myself.After that,what difference can it make to you,whether my son is happy or unhappy?Since,however,you have raised this question,I consent to an explanation;but let it be fully understood,that you are never,never,to revive the subject again.You can readily perceive,that if your society is agreeable to me,it is because I have the pleasure of forgetting with you the petty annoyances of domestic life.And now speak frankly,and tell me what makes you conclude that my son is unhappy."Gilbert had a thousand things to reply,but they were difficult to say.So he hesitated to answer for a moment,and the Count anticipated him:
"Mon Dieu!I must needs proceed in advance of your accusations,a concession which I dare to hope you will appreciate.Perhaps you reproach me with not showing sufficient affection for my son in daily life.But what can you expect?The Leminofs are not affectionate.I don't remember ever to have received a single caress from my father.I have seen him sometimes pat his hounds,or give sugar to his horse;but I assure you that I never partook of his sweetmeats or his smiles,and at this hour I thank him for it.The education which he gave me hardened the affections,and it is the best service which a father can render his son.Life is a hard stepmother,my dear Gilbert;how many smiles have you seen pass over her brazen lips!Besides,I have particular reasons for not treating Stephane with too much tenderness.He seems to you to be unhappy,he will be so forever if I do not strive to discipline his inclinations and to break his intractable disposition.The child was born under an evil star.At once feeble and violent,he unites with very ardent passions a deplorable puerility of mind;incapable of serious thought,the merest trivialities move him to fever heat,and he talks childish prattle with all the gestures of great passion.And what is worse,interesting himself greatly in himself,he thinks it very natural that this interest should be shared by all the world.Do not imagine that his is a loving heart that feels a necessity of spending itself on others.He likes to make his emotions spectacular,and as his impressions are events for him,he would like to display them,even to the inhabitants of Sirius.His soul is like a lake swept by a gale of wind that would drive a man-of-war at the rate of twenty-five knots an hour;and on this lake Stephane sails his squadrons of nutshells,and he sees them come,go,tack,run around,and capsize.He keeps his log-book very accurately,pompously registers all the shipwrecks,and as these spectacles transport him with admiration,he is indignant to find that he alone is moved by them.This is what makes him unhappy;and you will agree with me that it is not my fault.The regime which I prescribe for my invalid may appear to you a little severe,but it's the only way by which I can hope to cure him.
Leading a regular,uniform life,--and sad enough I admit--he will gradually become surfeited with his own emotions when the objects of them are never renewed,and he will end,I hope,by demanding the diversions of work and study.May he be able some day to discover that a problem of Euclid is more interesting than the wreck of a nutshell!Upon that day he will enter upon full convalescence,and I shall not be the last to rejoice in it."M.Leminof spoke in a tone so serious and composed,that for a few moments Gilbert could have imagined him a pedagogue gravely explaining his maxims of education;but he could not forget that expression of ferocious joy which was depicted on his face at the moment when Stephane fled sobbing from the garden,and he remembered also the somnambulist who,on the preceding night,had uttered certain broken phrases in regard to a LIVING PORTRAIT and a BURIED SMILE.These mysterious words,terrible in their obscurity,had appeared to him to allude to Stephane,and they accorded badly with the airs of paternal solicitude which M.Leminof had deigned to affect in the past few minutes.He had a show of reason,however,in his argument;and the picture which he drew of his son,if cruelly exaggerated,had still some points of resemblance.Only Gilbert had reason to think that the Count purposely confounded cause and effect,and that Stephane's malady was the work of the physician.
"Will you permit me,sir,"answered he,"to tell you all that Ihave on my heart?"
"Speak,speak,improve the opportunity:I swear to you it won't occur again."And looking at his watch:
"You have still five minutes to talk with me about my son.Hurry;I will not grant you two seconds more."
"I have heard it said,"resumed Gilbert,"that in building bridges and causeways,the best foundations are those which HUMOR the waves of the sea.These are foundations with inclined slopes,which,instead of breaking the waves abruptly,check their movement by degrees,and abate their force without violence.""You favor anodynes,Monsieur disciple of Galen,"exclaimed M.
Leminof."Each one according to his temperament.We cannot reconstruct ourselves.I am a very violent,very passionate man,and when,for example,a servant offends me I throw him headforemost downstairs.This happens to me every day.""Between your son and your valet de chambre,the difference is great,"answered Gilbert,a little piqued.
"Did not your famous revolution proclaim absolute equality between all men?""In the law it is admirable,but not in the heart of a father.""Good God!"cried the Count,"I do not know that I have a father's heart for my son;I know only that I think a great deal about him,and that I strive according to my abilities to correct in him very grave faults,which threaten to compromise his future welfare.Iknow also for a certainty that this whiner enjoys some pleasures of which many children of his age are deprived,as,for example,a servant for himself,a horse,and as much money as he wants for his petty diversions.You are not ignorant of the use which he makes of this money,neither in regard to the two thalers expended yesterday to corrupt my valet,nor of the seven crowns with which he purchased the delightful pleasure,the other day in your presence,of having his foot kissed by a troop of young rustics.
And at this point,I will tell you that Ivan has reported to me that,on the same day,Stephane turned up his sleeve to make you admire a scar which he carried upon one of his wrists.Oblige me by telling me what blue story he related to you on this subject."This unexpected question troubled Gilbert a little.
"To conceal nothing from you,"answered he hesitatingly,"he told me,that for an escapade which he had made,he had been condemned to pass a fortnight in a dungeon in irons.""And you believed it!"cried the Count,shrugging his shoulders.
"The truth is,that,for a fortnight,I compelled my son to pass one hour every evening in an uninhabited wing of this castle;my intention was not so much to punish him for an act of insubordination,as to cure him of the foolish terrors by which he is tormented,for this boy of sixteen,who often shows himself brave even to rashness,believes in ghosts,in apparitions,in vampires.I ought to authorize him to guard himself at night by the best-toothed of my bulldogs.Oh what a strange compound has God given me for a son!"At this moment the sound of steps was heard in the corridor.
"In the name of the kind friendship which you profess for me,sir,"exclaimed Gilbert,seizing one of M.Leminof's hands,"I beg of you,do not punish this child for a boyish freak for which Iforgive him with all my heart!"
"I can refuse you nothing,my dear Gilbert,"answered he with a smiling air."I spare him from his pretended dungeons.I dare hope that you will give me credit for it.""I thank you;but one thing more:the flowers you deprived him of.""Mon Dieu!since you wish it,we will have them restored to him,and to please you,I will content myself with having him make apologies to you in due form.""Make apologies to me!"cried Gilbert in consternation;"but that will be the most cruel of punishments.""We will leave him the choice,"said the Count dryly.And as Gilbert insisted:"This time you ask too much!"added he in a tone which admitted of no reply."It is a question of principles,and in such matters I never compromise."Gilbert perceived that even in Stephane's interest,it was necessary to desist,but he understood also to what extent the pride of the young man would suffer,and cursed himself a thousand times for having spoken.
Someone knocked at the door.
"Come in,"cried the Count in a hoarse voice;and Stephane entered,followed by Ivan.
X
Stephane remained standing in the middle of the room.He was paler than usual,and kept his eyes on the floor;but his bearing was good,and he affected a resolute air which he rarely displayed in the presence of his father.The Count remained silent for some time;he gazed with a cold eye on the supple and delicate body of his son,the exquisite elegance of his form,his fine and delicate features,framed in the slightly darkened gold of his hair.Never had the beauty of his child filled the heart of his father with keener bitterness.As for Gilbert,he had eyes only for a little black spot which he noticed for the first time upon the uniformly pale complexion of Stephane:it was like an almost imperceptible fly,under the left corner of his mouth.
"That is the mole,"thought he,and he fancied he could hear the voice of the somnambulist cry:
"Take away that mole!it hurts me!"
Shuddering at this recollection,he felt tempted to rush from the room;but a look from the Count recalled him to himself;he made a strong effort to master his emotion,and fixing his eyes upon the window,he looked at the falling rain.
"As a preliminary question,"suddenly exclaimed the Count,speaking to his son;"do me the favor,sir,to tell me how much time you have passed in what you call a dungeon,for I do not remember."Stephane's face colored with a vivid blush.He hesitated a moment and then answered:
"I was there in all fifteen hours,which appeared to me as long as fifteen days.""You see!"said the Count,looking at Gilbert."And now,"resumed he,"let us come to the point;a scene of the greatest impropriety occurred in this house this morning.Fritz,my valet,in presenting himself to my secretary,who is my friend,permitted himself to say three times:'Good-morning,comrade;comrade,good-morning!'"
At these words Stephane's lips contracted slightly,as if about to smile;but the smile was arrested on its way.
"My little story amuses you,apparently,"pursued the Count,raising his head.
"It is the incredible folly of Fritz which diverts me,"answered Stephane.
"His folly seems to me less than his insolence,"replied the Count;"but without discussing words,I am delighted to see that you disavow his conduct.I ought not to conceal from you the fact,that this scoundrel wished to make me believe that he acted upon your orders,and I was resolved to punish you severely.I see now that he has lied,and it remains for me but to dismiss him in disgrace."Gilbert trembled lest Stephane's veracity should succumb under this temptation;the young man hesitated but an instant.
"I am the guilty one,"answered he in a firm voice,"and it is Iwho should be punished."
"What,"said M.Leminof,"was it then my son,who,availing himself of the only resources of his mind,conceived this truly happy idea.