Rise and Fall of Cesar Birotteau [138]
instead of losing, public respect."
Birotteau took the hands of the judge and wrung them, with tears in his eyes. Camusot asked him what he now meant to do. Birotteau replied that he should work till he had paid his creditors in full to the last penny.
"If to accomplish that noble task you should ever want a few thousand francs, you will always find them with me," said Camusot. "I would give them with a great deal of pleasure to witness a deed so rare in Paris."
Pillerault, Ragon, and Birotteau retired.
"Well! that wasn't the ocean to drink," said Pillerault, as they left the court-room.
"I recognize your hand in it," said the poor man, much affected.
"Now, here you are, free, and we are only a few steps from the Rue des Cinq-Diamants; come and see my nephew," said Ragon.
A cruel pang shot through Cesar's heart when he saw Constance sitting in a little office in the damp, dark /entresol/ above the shop, whose single window was one third darkened by a sign which intercepted the daylight and bore the name,--A. POPINOT.
"Behold a lieutenant of Alexander," said Cesar, with the gaiety of grief, pointing to the sign.
This forced gaiety, through which an inextinguishable sense of the superiority which Birotteau attributed to himself was naively revealed, made Ragon shudder in spite of his seventy years. Cesar saw his wife passing down letters and papers for Popinot to sign; he could neither restrain his tears nor keep his face from turning pale.
"Good-morning, my friend," she said to him, smiling.
"I do not ask if you are comfortable here," said Cesar, looking at Popinot.
"As if I were living with my own son," she answered, with a tender manner that struck her husband.
Birotteau took Popinot and kissed him, saying,--
"I have lost the right, forever, of calling him my son."
"Let us hope!" said Popinot. "/Your/ oil succeeds--thanks to my advertisements in the newspapers, and to Gaudissart, who has travelled over the whole of France; he has inundated the country with placards and prospectuses; he is now at Strasburg getting the prospectuses printed in the German language, and he is about to descend, like an invasion, upon Germany itself. We have received orders for three thousand gross."
"Three thousand gross!" exclaimed Cesar.
"And I have bought a piece of land in the Faubourg Saint-Marceau,--not dear,--where I am building a manufactory."
"Wife," whispered Cesar to Constance, "with a little help we might have pulled through."
*****
After that fatal day Cesar, his wife, and daughter understood each other. The poor clerk resolved to attain an end which, if not impossible, was at least gigantic in its enterprise,--namely, the payment of his debts to their last penny. These three beings,--father, mother, daughter,--bound together by the tie of a passionate integrity, became misers, denying themselves everything; a farthing was sacred in their eyes. Out of sheer calculation Cesarine threw herself into her business with the devotion of a young girl. She sat up at night, taxing her ingenuity to find ways of increasing the prosperity of the establishment, and displaying an innate commercial talent. The masters of the house were obliged to check her ardor for work; they rewarded her by presents, but she refused all articles of dress and the jewels which they offered her. Money! money! was her cry. Every month she carried her salary and her little earnings to her uncle Pillerault. Cesar did the same; so did Madame Birotteau. All three, feeling themselves incapable, dared not take upon themselves the responsibility of managing their money, and they made over to Pillerault the whole business of investing their savings. Returning thus to business, the latter made the most of these funds by negotiations at the Bourse. It was known afterwards that he had been helped in this work by Jules Desmarets and Joseph Lebas, both of whom were eager to point out opportunities which Pillerault might take without risk.
Cesar, though he lived with his uncle, never ventured to question him as to what
Birotteau took the hands of the judge and wrung them, with tears in his eyes. Camusot asked him what he now meant to do. Birotteau replied that he should work till he had paid his creditors in full to the last penny.
"If to accomplish that noble task you should ever want a few thousand francs, you will always find them with me," said Camusot. "I would give them with a great deal of pleasure to witness a deed so rare in Paris."
Pillerault, Ragon, and Birotteau retired.
"Well! that wasn't the ocean to drink," said Pillerault, as they left the court-room.
"I recognize your hand in it," said the poor man, much affected.
"Now, here you are, free, and we are only a few steps from the Rue des Cinq-Diamants; come and see my nephew," said Ragon.
A cruel pang shot through Cesar's heart when he saw Constance sitting in a little office in the damp, dark /entresol/ above the shop, whose single window was one third darkened by a sign which intercepted the daylight and bore the name,--A. POPINOT.
"Behold a lieutenant of Alexander," said Cesar, with the gaiety of grief, pointing to the sign.
This forced gaiety, through which an inextinguishable sense of the superiority which Birotteau attributed to himself was naively revealed, made Ragon shudder in spite of his seventy years. Cesar saw his wife passing down letters and papers for Popinot to sign; he could neither restrain his tears nor keep his face from turning pale.
"Good-morning, my friend," she said to him, smiling.
"I do not ask if you are comfortable here," said Cesar, looking at Popinot.
"As if I were living with my own son," she answered, with a tender manner that struck her husband.
Birotteau took Popinot and kissed him, saying,--
"I have lost the right, forever, of calling him my son."
"Let us hope!" said Popinot. "/Your/ oil succeeds--thanks to my advertisements in the newspapers, and to Gaudissart, who has travelled over the whole of France; he has inundated the country with placards and prospectuses; he is now at Strasburg getting the prospectuses printed in the German language, and he is about to descend, like an invasion, upon Germany itself. We have received orders for three thousand gross."
"Three thousand gross!" exclaimed Cesar.
"And I have bought a piece of land in the Faubourg Saint-Marceau,--not dear,--where I am building a manufactory."
"Wife," whispered Cesar to Constance, "with a little help we might have pulled through."
*****
After that fatal day Cesar, his wife, and daughter understood each other. The poor clerk resolved to attain an end which, if not impossible, was at least gigantic in its enterprise,--namely, the payment of his debts to their last penny. These three beings,--father, mother, daughter,--bound together by the tie of a passionate integrity, became misers, denying themselves everything; a farthing was sacred in their eyes. Out of sheer calculation Cesarine threw herself into her business with the devotion of a young girl. She sat up at night, taxing her ingenuity to find ways of increasing the prosperity of the establishment, and displaying an innate commercial talent. The masters of the house were obliged to check her ardor for work; they rewarded her by presents, but she refused all articles of dress and the jewels which they offered her. Money! money! was her cry. Every month she carried her salary and her little earnings to her uncle Pillerault. Cesar did the same; so did Madame Birotteau. All three, feeling themselves incapable, dared not take upon themselves the responsibility of managing their money, and they made over to Pillerault the whole business of investing their savings. Returning thus to business, the latter made the most of these funds by negotiations at the Bourse. It was known afterwards that he had been helped in this work by Jules Desmarets and Joseph Lebas, both of whom were eager to point out opportunities which Pillerault might take without risk.
Cesar, though he lived with his uncle, never ventured to question him as to what