Part 19 (2/2)
”Very true. Who's here?”
”Ask who's not here, and your question may be easily answered. All Paris is here! Women of every age and station, and men of all political creeds--Conservatives, Dynastics, Legitimists, Republicans and Communists. Indeed, this soiree seems to me, and I shouldn't wonder if it were designed so to be, a general reunion of the leaders of all the great parties in France, to compare notes and learn the news.”
”And there is news enough to learn, it would seem. Is M. Dantes here?”
”He is, or was, and his beautiful wife, too, the most magnificent woman in Paris. Morrel also is here with his fair bride.”
”And who is that dark, dignified man in the Turkish costume, around whom the ladies have cl.u.s.tered so inquisitively?” asked the Deputy.
”Why, that's the Emir of Algeria, the famous captive of the Duke d'Aumale,” was the reply.
”What! Abd-el-Kader! How comes he here?”
”Oh! as a special favor, I suppose; he has a respite from his sad prison.”
”What a splendid beard, and what keen black eyes!”
”No, his eyes are decidedly gray, but so shaded by his extraordinary lashes that they seem black. They say that he was more distinguished as a scholar, in Algeria, than as a soldier, statesman or priest. In fact, he is as erudite as an Arab can be, and his library, which is contained in two leathern trunks, accompanied him in all his wanderings prior to his submission.”
”And what think you really induced him to surrender himself?”
”Policy of the deepest character, and worthy of Talleyrand, Metternich or Nesselrode, if we are to rely on the eloquent speech of Lamoriciere in the Chamber, the other day.”
”I remember. Bugeaud spoke first, and Lamoriciere followed. He thought that the Arab Curtius leaped into the gulf because, by so doing, he was convinced he could injure French interests more than by his freedom.
Well, perhaps he was right. He bids fair to be a hard bone of contention between the opposition and the Ministry.”
”If I mistake not, Lamoriciere disclaimed all responsibility for accepting the surrender, and placed it on the Governor-General, the young Duke, for whom the Ministry is liable?”
”Yes; and Guizot announced that he would send the Emir back to Alexandria, could security be given against his return to Algeria.”
”As to the Emir's surrender, at which you wonder, the real cause is said to have been not policy, but the universal pa.s.sion--love.”
”He is an Antony, then, instead of a Curtius.”
”So it seems. At the moment when, with incredible efforts, he had effected the pa.s.sage of the Moorish camp, and was off like an ostrich for the desert, the firing of the French, who had reached his deira, struck his ear. Back he flew like the lamiel. Twice his horse fell under him dead--twice he was surrounded and seized, and twice, by his wonderful agility, he regained his freedom. At last, perceiving that all was lost, he turned his face again toward the desert, and, for two days and nights, continued his flight. But his heart was behind him. Certain of escape himself, he preferred hopeless captivity with her he loved, and he returned.”
”Quite poetical, on my word! Worthy of Sadi, the Arab Petrarch, himself!” said Chateau-Renaud.
”He is decidedly a great man, that Abd-el-Kader. They say he bears his misfortunes like a philosopher--or, better, a Turk--unalterably mild and dignified, while his wives and his mother wail at his feet. Every morning he reads the Koran to them, and during the orisons all the windows are open, and a large fire blazes in the centre of the room.”
”He is a decided G.o.dsend to the quidnuncs of Paris.”
”So would be a Hottentot, or a North American savage,” replied Beauchamp.
”Rather a different affair this from the Ministerial soiree a week ago, I fancy,” remarked the editor.
”Rather. I will confess to you, Beauchamp, I attended that soiree from curiosity to see whether M. Guizot retained his habitual placidity of manner amid the clouds every day thickening around him.”
”And what was the result?”
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