Part 14 (2/2)
Never did Cerizet make an error, nor his poor people either; neither side ever denied what was due, either capital or interests. Many a time Cerizet, who was born among the people, corrected from one week to another some accidental error, to the benefit of a poor man who had never discovered it. He was called a Jew, but an honest one, and his word in that city of sorrows was sacred. A woman died, causing a loss to him of thirty francs:
[*] A book on which the author has been at work since 1833, the year in which it was first announced.--Author's note.
”See my profits! there they go!” he said to his a.s.semblage, ”and you howl upon me! You know I'll never trouble the brats; in fact, Cadenet has already taken them bread and heel-taps.”
After that it was said of him in both faubourgs:--
”He is not a bad fellow!”
The ”loan by the little week,” as interpreted by Cerizet, is not, considering all things, so cruel a thing as the p.a.w.n-shop. Cerizet loaned ten francs Tuesday on condition of receiving twelve francs Sunday morning. In five weeks he doubled his capital; but he had to make many compromises. His kindness consisted in accepting, from time to time, eleven francs and fifty centimes; sometimes the whole interest was still owing. When he gave fifty francs for sixty to a fruit-stall man, or a hundred francs for one hundred and twenty to a seller of peat-fuel, he ran great risks.
On reaching the rue des Poules through the rue des Postes, Theodose and Dutocq saw a great a.s.semblage of men and women, and by the light which the wine-merchant's little oil-lamps cast upon these groups, they were horrified at beholding that ma.s.s of red, seamed, haggard faces; solemn with suffering, withered, distorted, swollen with wine, pallid from liquor; some threatening, others resigned, some sarcastic or jeering, others besotted; all rising from the midst of those terrible rags, which no designer can surpa.s.s in his most extravagant caricatures.
”I shall be recognized,” said Theodose, pulling Dutocq away; ”we have done a foolish thing to come here at this hour and take him in the midst of his business.”
”All the more that Claparon may be sleeping in his lair, the interior of which we know nothing about. Yes, there are dangers for you, but none for me; I shall be thought to have business with my copying-clerk, and I'll go and tell him to come and dine with us; this is court day, so we can't have him to breakfast. I'll tell him to meet us at the 'Chaumiere'
in one of the garden dining-rooms.”
”Bad; anybody could listen to us there without being seen,” said la Peyrade. ”I prefer the 'Pet.i.t Rocher de Cancale'; we can go into a private room and speak low.”
”But suppose you are seen with Cerizet?”
”Well, then, let's go to the 'Cheval Rouge,' quai de la Tournelle.”
”That's best; seven o'clock; n.o.body will be there then.”
Dutocq advanced alone into the midst of that congress of beggars, and he heard his own name repeated from mouth to mouth, for he could hardly fail to encounter among them some jail-bird familiar with the judge's office, just as Theodose was certain to have met a client.
In these quarters the justice-of-peace is the supreme authority; all legal contests stop short at his office, especially since the law was pa.s.sed giving to those judges sovereign power in all cases of litigation involving not over one hundred and forty francs. A way was made for the judge's clerk, who was not less feared than the judge himself. He saw women seated on the staircase; a horrible display of pallor and suffering of many kinds. Dutocq was almost asphyxiated when he opened the door of the room in which already sixty persons had left their odors.
”Your number? your number?” cried several voices.
”Hold your jaw!” cried a gruff voice from the street, ”that's the pen of the judge.”
Profound silence followed. Dutocq found his copying clerk clothed in a jacket of yellow leather like that of the gloves of the gendarmerie, beneath which he wore an ign.o.ble waistcoat of knitted wool. The reader must imagine the man's diseased head issuing from this species of scabbard and covered with a miserable Madras handkerchief, which, leaving to view the forehead and neck, gave to that head, by the gleam of a tallow candle of twelve to the pound, its naturally hideous and threatening character.
”It can't be done that way, papa Lantimeche,” Cerizet was saying to a tall old man, seeming to be about seventy years of age, who was standing before him with a red woollen cap in his hand, exhibiting a bald head, and a breast covered with white hairs visible through his miserable linen jacket. ”Tell me exactly what you want to undertake. One hundred francs, even on condition of getting back one hundred and twenty, can't be let loose that way, like a dog in a church--”
The five other applicants, among whom were two women, both with infants, one knitting, the other suckling her child, burst out laughing.
When Cerizet saw Dutocq, he rose respectfully and went rather hastily to meet him, adding to his client:--
”Take time to reflect; for, don't you see? it makes me doubtful to have such a sum as that, one hundred francs! asked for by an old journeyman locksmith!”
”But I tell you it concerns an invention,” cried the old workman.
”An invention and one hundred francs!” said Dutocq. ”You don't know the laws; you must take out a patent, and that costs two thousand francs, and you want influence.”
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