Rise and Fall of Cesar Birotteau [123]
of men. Meditate upon the agonies of his passion, and you will be able to bear the mortification which God has laid upon you--"
"My brother, the abbe, has already prepared me," said Cesar, showing the letter, which he had re-read and now held out to his confessor.
"You have a good brother," said Monsieur Loraux, "a virtuous and gentle wife, a tender daughter, two good friends,--your uncle and our dear Anselme,--two indulgent creditors, the Ragons: all these kind hearts will pour balm upon your wounds daily, and will help you to bear your cross. Promise me to have the firmness of a martyr, and to face the blow without faltering."
The abbe coughed, to give notice to Pillerault who was waiting in the salon.
"My resignation is unbounded," said Cesar, calmly. "Dishonor has come; I must now think only of reparation."
The firm voice of the poor man and his whole manner surprised Cesarine and the priest. Yet nothing could be more natural. All men can better bear a known and definite misfortune than the cruel uncertainties of a fate which, from one moment to another, brings excessive hope or crushing sorrow.
"I have dreamed a dream for twenty-two years; to-day I awake with my cudgel in my hand," said Cesar, his mind turning back to the Tourangian peasant days.
Pillerault pressed his nephew in his arms as he heard the words. Birotteau saw that his wife, Anselme, and Celestin were present. The papers which the head-clerk held in his hand were significant. Cesar calmly contemplated the little group where every eye was sad but loving.
"Stay!" he said, unfastening his cross, which he held out to the Abbe Loraux; "give it back to me on the day when I can wear it without shame. Celestin," he added, "write my resignation as deputy-mayor,-- Monsieur l'abbe will dictate the letter to you; date it the 14th, and send it at once to Monsieur de la Billardiere by Raguet."
Celestin and the abbe went down stairs. For a quarter of an hour silence reigned unbroken in Cesar's study. Such strength of mind surprised the family. Celestin and the abbe came back, and Cesar signed his resignation. When his uncle Pillerault presented the schedule and the papers of his assignment, the poor man could not repress a horrible nervous shudder.
"My God, have pity upon me!" he said, signing the dreadful paper, and holding it out to Celestin.
"Monsieur," said Anselme Popinot, over whose dejected brow a luminous light flashed suddenly, "madame, do me the honor to grant me the hand of Mademoiselle Cesarine."
At these words tears came into the eyes of all present except Cesar; he rose, took Anselme by the hand and said, in a hollow voice, "My son, you shall never marry the daughter of a bankrupt."
Anselme looked fixedly at Birotteau and said: "Monsieur, will you pledge yourself, here, in presence of your whole family, to consent to our marriage, if mademoiselle will accept me as her husband, on the day when you have retrieved your failure?"
There was an instant's silence, during which all present were affected by the emotions painted on the worn face of the poor man.
"Yes," he said, at last.
Anselme made a gesture of unspeakable joy, as he took the hand which Cesarine held out to him, and kissed it.
"You consent, then?" he said to her.
"Yes," she answered.
"Now that I am one of the family, I have the right to concern myself in its affairs," he said, with a strange, excited expression of face.
He left the room precipitately, that he might not show a joy which contrasted too cruelly with the sorrow of his master. Anselme was not actually happy at the failure, but love is such an egoist! Even Cesarine felt within her heart an emotion that counteracted her bitter grief.
"Now that we have got so far," whispered Pillerault to Constance, "shall we strike the last blow?"
Madame Birotteau let a sign of grief rather than of acquiescence escape her.
"My nephew," said Pillerault, addressing Cesar, "what do you intend to do?"
"To carry on my business."
"That would not be my judgment," said Pillerault. "Take
"My brother, the abbe, has already prepared me," said Cesar, showing the letter, which he had re-read and now held out to his confessor.
"You have a good brother," said Monsieur Loraux, "a virtuous and gentle wife, a tender daughter, two good friends,--your uncle and our dear Anselme,--two indulgent creditors, the Ragons: all these kind hearts will pour balm upon your wounds daily, and will help you to bear your cross. Promise me to have the firmness of a martyr, and to face the blow without faltering."
The abbe coughed, to give notice to Pillerault who was waiting in the salon.
"My resignation is unbounded," said Cesar, calmly. "Dishonor has come; I must now think only of reparation."
The firm voice of the poor man and his whole manner surprised Cesarine and the priest. Yet nothing could be more natural. All men can better bear a known and definite misfortune than the cruel uncertainties of a fate which, from one moment to another, brings excessive hope or crushing sorrow.
"I have dreamed a dream for twenty-two years; to-day I awake with my cudgel in my hand," said Cesar, his mind turning back to the Tourangian peasant days.
Pillerault pressed his nephew in his arms as he heard the words. Birotteau saw that his wife, Anselme, and Celestin were present. The papers which the head-clerk held in his hand were significant. Cesar calmly contemplated the little group where every eye was sad but loving.
"Stay!" he said, unfastening his cross, which he held out to the Abbe Loraux; "give it back to me on the day when I can wear it without shame. Celestin," he added, "write my resignation as deputy-mayor,-- Monsieur l'abbe will dictate the letter to you; date it the 14th, and send it at once to Monsieur de la Billardiere by Raguet."
Celestin and the abbe went down stairs. For a quarter of an hour silence reigned unbroken in Cesar's study. Such strength of mind surprised the family. Celestin and the abbe came back, and Cesar signed his resignation. When his uncle Pillerault presented the schedule and the papers of his assignment, the poor man could not repress a horrible nervous shudder.
"My God, have pity upon me!" he said, signing the dreadful paper, and holding it out to Celestin.
"Monsieur," said Anselme Popinot, over whose dejected brow a luminous light flashed suddenly, "madame, do me the honor to grant me the hand of Mademoiselle Cesarine."
At these words tears came into the eyes of all present except Cesar; he rose, took Anselme by the hand and said, in a hollow voice, "My son, you shall never marry the daughter of a bankrupt."
Anselme looked fixedly at Birotteau and said: "Monsieur, will you pledge yourself, here, in presence of your whole family, to consent to our marriage, if mademoiselle will accept me as her husband, on the day when you have retrieved your failure?"
There was an instant's silence, during which all present were affected by the emotions painted on the worn face of the poor man.
"Yes," he said, at last.
Anselme made a gesture of unspeakable joy, as he took the hand which Cesarine held out to him, and kissed it.
"You consent, then?" he said to her.
"Yes," she answered.
"Now that I am one of the family, I have the right to concern myself in its affairs," he said, with a strange, excited expression of face.
He left the room precipitately, that he might not show a joy which contrasted too cruelly with the sorrow of his master. Anselme was not actually happy at the failure, but love is such an egoist! Even Cesarine felt within her heart an emotion that counteracted her bitter grief.
"Now that we have got so far," whispered Pillerault to Constance, "shall we strike the last blow?"
Madame Birotteau let a sign of grief rather than of acquiescence escape her.
"My nephew," said Pillerault, addressing Cesar, "what do you intend to do?"
"To carry on my business."
"That would not be my judgment," said Pillerault. "Take