Part 70 (1/2)
Under pretext of aiding others, independently of minding her own business, which, for worlds, she would never have spared herself, she had put her fingers and eyes into so many things that they ended by overwhelming her. However, she ascribed the delay in which she was almost caught to the hairdresser, whom she had sent for to make, on this extraordinary occasion, what she called her ”part.” That artist having, unadvisedly, dressed her hair in the fas.h.i.+on, he was compelled, after she had looked at herself in the gla.s.s, to do his work over again, and conform to the usual style of his client, which consisted chiefly in never being ”done” at all, a method that gave her head a general air of what is vulgarly called ”a cross cat.”
About half-past one o'clock la Peyrade, Thuillier, Colleville, Madame Thuillier, and Celeste were a.s.sembled in the salon. Flavie joined them soon after, fastening her bracelets as she came along to avoid a rebuff, and having the satisfaction of knowing that she was ready before Brigitte. As for the latter, already furious at finding herself late, she had another cause for exasperation. The event of the day seemed to require a corset, a refinement which she usually discarded. The unfortunate maid, whose duty it was to lace her and to discover the exact point to which she was willing to be drawn in, alone knew the terrors and storms of a corset day.
”I'd rather,” said the girl, ”lace the obelisk; I know it would lend itself to being laced better than she does; and, anyhow, it couldn't be bad-tongued.”
While the party in the salon were amusing themselves, under their breaths, at the ”flagrante delicto” of unpunctuality in which Queen Elizabeth was caught, the porter entered, and gave to Thuillier a sealed package, addressed to ”Monsieur Thuillier, director of the 'Echo de la Bievre.' _In haste_.”
Thuillier opened the envelope, and found within a copy of a ministerial journal which had hitherto shown itself discourteous to the new paper by refusing the _exchange_ which all periodicals usually make very willingly with one another.
Puzzled by the fact of this missive being sent to his own house and not to the office of the ”Echo,” Thuillier hastily opened the sheet, and read, with what emotion the reader may conceive, the following article, commended to his notice by a circle in red ink:--
An obscure organ was about to expire in its native shade when an ambitious person of recent date bethought himself of galvanizing it. His object was to make it a foothold by which to climb from munic.i.p.al functions to the coveted position of deputy. Happily this object, having come to the surface, will end in failure.
Electors will certainly not be inveigled by so wily a manner of advancing self-interests; and when the proper time arrives, if ridicule has not already done justice on this absurd candidacy, we shall ourselves prove to the pretender that to aspire to the distinguished honor of representing the nation something more is required than the money to buy a paper and pay an underling to put into good French the horrible diction of his articles and pamphlets. We confine ourselves to-day to this limited notice, but our readers may be sure that we shall keep them informed about this electoral comedy, if indeed the parties concerned have the melancholy courage to go on with it.
Thuillier read twice over this sudden declaration of war, which was far from leaving him calm and impa.s.sible; then, taking la Peyrade aside, he said to him:--
”Read that; it is serious.”
”Well?” said la Peyrade, after reading the article.
”Well? how well?” exclaimed Thuillier.
”I mean, what do you find so serious in that?”
”What do I find so serious?” repeated Thuillier. ”I don't think anything could be more insulting to me.”
”You can't doubt,” said la Peyrade, ”that the virtuous Cerizet is at the bottom of it; he has thrown this firecracker between your legs by way of revenge.”
”Cerizet, or anybody else who wrote that diatribe is an insolent fellow,” cried Thuillier, getting angry, ”and the matter shall not rest there.”
”For my part,” said la Peyrade, ”I advise you to make no reply. You are not named; though, of course, the attack is aimed at you. But you ought to let our adversary commit himself farther; when the right moment comes, we'll rap him over the knuckles.”
”No!” said Thuillier, ”I won't stay quiet one minute under such an insult.”
”The devil!” said the barrister; ”what a sensitive epidermis! Do reflect, my dear fellow, that you have made yourself a candidate and a journalist, and therefore you really must harden yourself better than that.”
”My good friend, it is a principle of mine not to let anybody step on my toes. Besides, they say themselves they are going on with this thing.
Therefore, it is absolutely necessary to cut short such impertinence.”
”But do consider,” said la Peyrade. ”Certainly in journalism, as in candidacy, a hot temper has its uses; a man makes himself respected, and stops attacks--”
”Just so,” said Thuillier, ”'principiis obsta.' Not to-day, because we haven't the time, but to-morrow I shall carry that paper into court.”
”Into court!” echoed la Peyrade; ”you surely wouldn't go to law in such a matter as this? In the first place, there is nothing to proceed upon; you are not named nor the paper either, and, besides, it is a pitiable business, going to law; you'll look like a boy who has been fighting, and got the worst of it, and runs to complain to his mamma. Now if you had said that you meant to make Fleury intervene in the matter, I could understand that--though the affair is rather personal to you, and it might be difficult to make it seem--”
”Ah ca!” said Thuillier, ”do you suppose I am going to commit myself with a Cerizet or any other newspaper bully? I pique myself, my dear fellow, on possessing civic courage, which does not give in to prejudices, and which, instead of taking justice into its own hands, has recourse to the means of defence that are provided by law. Besides, with the legal authority the Court of Ca.s.sation now has over duelling, I have no desire to put myself in the way of being expatriated, or spending two or three years in prison.”
”Well,” said la Peyrade, ”we'll talk it over later; here's your sister, and she would think everything lost if this little matter reached her ears.”