Part 15 (1/2)

”You are jesting, lad,” said Francisco.

”Indeed, I am not,” returned Lucien, relating the circ.u.mstances of the whole matter to his astonished and somewhat horrified auditors.

”And now,” he continued, ”I must let you know your destination. Don't be disappointed. You must remember that we are slaves, and have just been delivered from the Bagnio. The Dey seems to have taken a fancy for me--”

”I don't wonder,” interrupted Mariano enthusiastically, seizing and squeezing his brother's hand.

”And,” continued Lucien, ”he has permitted me to select situations for you. I have arranged that you, father, shall be my a.s.sistant in the secretary's office, and that you, Mariano, shall be shopman to Bacri the Jew.”

Lucien looked awkwardly at his father and brother as he spoke, feeling uncertain, no doubt, as to the manner in which they would receive this information. He was therefore rather relieved than otherwise by a smile on the face of Mariano.

”Why, Lucien,” he said, ”I always thought you a great original, and this last display of your powers confirms me in my opinion. Not that I deem it strange your having appointed father your clerk--for, in the circ.u.mstances, it would have been charity to have appointed him even to the office of shoe-black--anything being better than the Bagnio,--but what wild fancy induced you to make _me_ shop-boy to a Jew?”

”That,” replied Lucien, ”you shall find out in good time--only, pray, remember that I am not the Dey's Grand Vizier, and have not many places to offer.”

”Well, well, be it so,” returned the other; ”I am well content with what your wisdom provides.”

”And so am I,” said Francisco, cheerfully. ”I suppose you will feed us better than we have been fed of late?”

”That will I, father, but there is no pay attached to your offices, for slaves, you know, get no wages.”

”They get splendid habiliments, it would seem,” observed Francisco, regarding his son with twinkling eyes. ”But come, Lucien, I am all impatience to begin the work of under-secretary of state! You bear in remembrance, I trust, that I can read and write nothing save my mother tongue?”

”Yes; Italian will suffice, father; such of the duties as you fail to perform I can easily fulfil.--Now, Mariano,” he said, taking his brother aside, and speaking in a low earnest tone, ”see that you act wisely in the situation I have selected for you. The Jew is a kind, good man, despite what is said about his wors.h.i.+p of Mammon. I would that all in this city were like him, for in that case we should have no slavery.

During the short period I have held my office, my eyes have been opened to much that I may not mention. There, the very walls of this palace have ears! I have said enough. You remember Angela?”

”Remember her!” exclaimed Mariano, with a deep flush and a look of intense surprise, ”how can you ask me, Lucien?”

”Well, you will hear of her from Bacri. Good bye--go!”

He rang a bell as he spoke, and ordered the slave who answered the summons to lead Mariano to the abode of Bacri; at the same time he took his father's hand and conducted him to his office or bureau.

Amazed at all that had happened, particularly at his summary dismissal by his brother, the youth followed his conductor in silence, and in a short time reached the iron-bolted door of the chief of the Jews.

”This is Bacri's house,” said his guide in Italian, and, having discharged this duty, he turned on his heel, and abruptly left him.

Pausing a moment to think, and finding that the more he thought the less he seemed to be capable of thinking to any purpose, Mariano applied his knuckles to the door.

For a youth of his character it was a timid knock, and produced no result.

Mariano was one who--in peculiar circ.u.mstances, like those in which at that time he found himself--might once in a way act with timidity, but he was not the man to act so twice. Finding that the first knock was useless, he hit the door a blow that caused the old house to resound.

In a few seconds it was opened slightly, and the face of a beautiful girl in Jewish costume appeared.

If Mariano had been suddenly petrified he could not have stood more rigidly motionless; amazement sat enthroned on his countenance.

”Angela!”

”Signor Mariano!”