Volume III Part 41 (1/2)
”Oh! I know it but too well.”
”He believes that to cut off the head of a criminal does not sufficiently repair the evil he has done. With the proofs which he holds, if he were to deliver us to the tribunals, what would be the result? Two corpses, at the most only good to fatten the graveyard.”
”Oh! yes--it is tears, and anguish, and tortures which this prince demands--this demon. But I do not know him, I have never done him any harm.
Why does he pursue me thus?”
”In the first place he pretends to reward the good, and punish the evil done to others; and, besides, he knows those whom you have injured, and he punishes you in his own way.”
”But by what right?”
”Come, come, Jacques, between us, do not speak of right; he had the power to have your head taken off in a judicial manner. What would have been the result? Your relations are all dead--the state would have profited by your fortune instead of those whom you have despoiled. On the contrary, in redeeming your life at the price of your money all your victims will be remunerated for their sufferings, in the manner already decided upon. So in this point of view, we can confess to each other that if society should have gained nothing by your death, it gains much by your living.”
”And it is this which causes my rage--and this is not my only torture.”
”The prince knows it well. Now what will he decide to do with us? I am ignorant. He has promised to spare us our lives if we faithfully obey his orders. He will keep his promise. But if he does not believe our crimes sufficiently expiated he will know how to make us prefer death a thousand times to the life he grants us. You do not know him. Besides, he has more than one devil in his service--for this Cecily--whom may the thunder blast!”
”Once more, be still--not that name--not that name!”
”Yes, yes! may the thunder blast her who bears that name! It is she who has ruined all. Our heads would now be in security on our shoulders but for your silly love for this creature.”
Instead of storming with rage, Jacques Ferrand answered with a deep sigh, ”Do you know this woman? Speak. Have you ever seen her?”
”Never. They say she is beautiful.”
”Beautiful!” answered the notary, shrugging his shoulders. ”Hold!” he added with a kind of bitter desperation; ”be still! Do not speak of what you do not know. Do not accuse me! What I have done you would have done in my place.”
”I place my life at the mercy of a woman!”
”Of that one--yes--and I would do it again.”
”By Jove, he is still under the charm,” cried Polidori amazed.
”Listen,” answered the notary, in a low, calm voice, ”listen: you know if I love gold? You know what I have braved to acquire it? To reckon up the sums I possessed, to see them doubled by my avarice, to endure every privation, and know myself the master of a treasure--it was my joy, my happiness. Yes, to possess, not to enjoy, but to theorize, was my life. One month since, if they had said to me, 'Between your fortune and your head choose,' I would have given up my head.”
”But of what use to have money when one dies?”
”Ask me, then, 'Of what use to possess it, when one makes no use of what one possesses?' I, a millionaire, did I lead the life of a millionaire? No: I lived like a poor beggar. I loved, then, to possess, for possession's sake.”
”But once more I ask you, of what use is it when one dies?”
”To the possessing! Yes, to enjoy that even to the last moment for which you have braved privations, infamy, the scaffold; yes, to say once more, the head under the ax, 'I possess!' Oh! do you see, death is sweet compared to the torments that are endured on seeing one's self during life dispossessed, as I am, of all that I have ama.s.sed at the price of so much pain, so much danger! Oh! to say, at each moment of the day, 'I, who had more than a million--I, who have endured every privation to preserve it--I, who in ten years would have doubled it, tripled it--I have no longer anything. It is cruel! it is to die, not each day, but each moment of the day. Yes, to this horrible agony, which may endure for years, perhaps, I would have preferred death a thousand times. Once more, I could have said in dying, 'I possess.'”
Polidori looked at his accomplice with profound astonishment.
”I cannot comprehend you. Then why have you obeyed the commands of him who might have caused your head to roll from the scaffold? Why have you preferred life, without your treasure, if this life seems so horrible to you?”
”It is, do you see,” answered the notary, in a voice sunk to a whisper, ”it is not the thought of death--it is annihilation. And Cecily!”
”And you hope!” cried Polidori, astonished.
”I hope not; I possess---”