CHAPTER I
THE CORPS LĂGISLATIF
For a moment the President remained standing amidst the slight commotion which his entrance had caused. Then he took his seat, saying carelessly and in an undertone: âThe sitting has commenced.â
He next began to arrange the LĂ©gislative bills lying upon the desk in front of him. On his left, a short-sighted clerk, with his nose close to the paper he held, read the minutes of the previous sitting in a rapid and confused manner, none of the deputies paying attention to him. In the buzzing noise that filled the Chamber, these minutes were only heard by the ushers, who maintained a very dignified and decorous bearing which contrasted with the lounging attitudes of the deputies.
There were not a hundred members present. Some were reclining in their red velvet-covered seats, with listless eyes, already half-asleep. Others, leaning over their desks, as though wearied by the compulsory labour of a public sitting, were beating a gentle tattoo on the mahogany with their finger-tips. Through the ceiling-window, which revealed a crescent of grey sky, the light of a rainy May afternoon streamed down perpendicularly upon the pompous severity of the Chamber. It spread over the desks in a sheet of gloomy ruddiness, brightening into a rosy glow here and there where some seat remained unoccupied; while, behind the President, the statues and sculpture-work showed in clear white patches.
One of the deputies on the third row to the right still remained standing in the narrow passage between the seats. He was rubbing his rough fringe of grizzly beard with a thoughtful air, but as an usher came by, he stopped him and asked a question in an undertone.
âNo, Monsieur Kahn,â replied the usher, âthe President of the Council of State has not yet arrived.â
M. Kahn thereupon sat down, and, abruptly turning to his neighbour on the left, inquired, âTell me, BĂ©juin, have you seen Rougon this morning?â
M. BĂ©juin, a small, thin man of dark complexion and silent demeanour, raised his head nervously as though his thoughts were altogether elsewhere. He had drawn out the slide of his desk, and was writing a letter on some blue paper with a business heading formed of these words: âBĂ©juin and Co. The Saint-Florent Cut-Glass Works.â
âRougon?â he repeated. âNo, I havenât seen him. I did not have time to go over to the State Council.â
Then he quietly reverted to his work, consulting a memorandum-book, and beginning a second letter, amidst the confused buzzing murmur of the clerk, who was finishing his reading of the minutes.
M. Kahn leant back in his seat and crossed his arms. He had a face with strongly marked features, and his big but well-shaped nose testified to a Jewish descent. He seemed out of sorts. He gazed upwards at the gilt rose-work on the ceiling and listened to the plashing of a shower which at that moment burst down upon the skylight; and then with vaguely wondering eyes he seemed to be examining the intricate ornamentation of the great wall in front of him. His glance lingered for a few seconds upon two panels hung with green velvet and decked with gilt borders and emblems. Then, after he had scanned the columns between which allegorical statues of Liberty and Public Order showed their marble faces and pupil-less eyes, his attention was turned to a curtain of green silk which concealed a fresco representing King Louis Philippe taking the oath to the Constitution.
By this time the clerk had sat down; nevertheless, the scene remained one of noisy confusion. The President was still leisurely arranging his papers. He again and again pressed his hand on his bell, but its loud ringing failed to check any of the private conversations that were going on. However, he at last stood up amidst all the hubbub and for a moment remained waiting and silent.
âGentlemen,â he began, âI have received a letter â â Then he stopped short to ring his bell again, and once more kept silent, his grave, bored face looking down from the monuÂmental desk which spread out beneath him with panels of red marble bordered with white. His frock-coat, which was buttoned up, showed conspicuously against the bas-relief behind him, rising like a black bar between the peplum-robed figures of Agriculture and Industry with antique profiles.
âGentlemen,â he resumed, when he had succeeded in obtaining something like silence, âI have received a letter from Monsieur de Lamberthon, in which he apologises for not being able to attend to-dayâs sitting.â
At this a laugh resounded on the sixth row of seats in front of the desk. It came from a deputy who could not have been more than twenty-eight years old. He was fair and effeminately pretty, and was trying with his white hands to stifle an outburst of girlish rippling laughter. One of his colleagues, a man of huge build, came up to him and whispered in his ear: âIs it really true that Lamberthon has found his wife? Tell me all about it, La Rouquette.â
The President, however, had taken up a handful of papers. He was speaking in monotonous tones, and stray fragments of sentences reached the far end of the Chamber. âThere are applications for leave of absence from Monsieur Blachet, Monsieur Buquin-Lecomte, Monsieur de la VillardiĂšre ââ
While the Chamber was granting these different requests, M. Kahn, who had probably grown weary of examining the green silk curtain stretched before the seditious portrait of Louis Philippe, turned to glance at the galleries. Above the wall of yellow marble veined with lake red, there was a gallery with hand-rests of amaranthine velvet spanning the spaces from one column to another; and higher up a mantle of embossed leather failed to conceal the gaps left by the suppression of a second tier of seats which had been assigned to journalists and the general public previous to the Empire. The narrow, gloomy boxes between the massive yellowish marble pillars, which stood in somewhat heavy splendour round the semicircle, were for the most part empty, although here and there they were brightened by the light-tinted toilettes of some ladies.
âAh! so Colonel Jobelin has come!â murmured M. Kahn.
And forthwith he smiled at the colonel, who had perceived him. Colonel Jobelin was wearing the dark-blue frock-coat which he had adopted as a kind of civilian uniform ever since his retirement from the service. He sat quite alone in the questorsâ gallery, and his rosette as an officer of the Legion of Honour was so large as to look almost like the bow of a cravat.
But M. Kahnâs eyes had already strayed to a young man and woman who were nestling in a corner of the gallery of the Council of State. The young man was continually bendÂing his head and whispering to the young woman, who smiled with a gentle air, but did not turn to look at him, her eyes being fixed upon the allegorical figure of Public Order.
âI say, BĂ©juin,â M. Kahn remarked, nudging his colleague with his knee.
M. BĂ©juin, who was now busy with his fifth letter, again raised his head with an expression of absent-mindedness.
âLook up there,â continued M. Kahn, âdonât you see little Escorailles and pretty Madame Bouchard? Iâll be bound heâs making love to her. What eyes sheâs got! All Rougonâs friends seem to have made a point of coming to-day. Thereâs Madame Correur and the Charbonnels up there in the public gallery.â
However, the bell sounded again for some moments, and an usher called out in a fine bass voice: âSilence, gentlemen!â
Then the deputies began to listen, and the President spoke the following words, not a syllable of which was lost: âMonsieur Kahn asks permission to publish the speech which he delivered on the bill for the establishment of a municipal tax upon vehicles and horses in Paris.â
A murmur ran along the benches, and then the different conversations were resumed. Quitting his own place, M. La Rouquette came and sat down near M. Kahn. âSo you work for the people, eh?â he said playfully, and, without waiting for a reply, he added: âYou havenât seen or heard anything of Rougon, have you? Everyone is talking about the matter, but it seems that nothing is definitely settled yet.â Then he turned round and glanced at the clock. âTwenty minutes past two already!â he exclaimed. âWell, I should certainly be off now, if it were not for the reading of that confounded report. Is it really to come off to-day?â
âWe have all been notified to that effect,â M. Kahn replied, âand I have heard nothing of any change of plans. You had better remain. The 400,000 francs for the baptism will be voted straight off.â
âNo doubt,â said La Rouquette. âOld General Legrain, who has lost the use of both legs, has had himself carried here by his servant, and is now in the Conference Hall waitÂing till the vote comes on. The Emperor is quite right in reckoning upon the devotion of the whole Corps LĂ©gislatif. All our votes ought to be given him upon this solemn occasion.â
While speaking the young deputy did his utmost to assume the expression of a serious politician. His doll-like face, which was ornamented by a few pale hairs, wagged gravely over his collar, and he seemed to be relishing the flavour of the two last sentences he had uttered â sentences which he had remembered from somebody elseâs speech. Then he suddenly broke into a laugh. âGood gracious!â he exclaimed, âwhat frights those Charbonnels are!â
M. Kahn and himself thereupon began to make merry at the Charbonnelsâ expense. The wife was wearing an outÂrageous yellow shawl, and her husband sported a country-cut frock-coat which looked as though it had been hewn into shape with an axe. They were both very short, stout and red, and were eagerly pressing forward, with their chins almost resting upon the balustrade of the gallery in order to get a better view of the proceedings, which, judging by their blank, staring eyes, were utterly unintelligible to them.
âIf Rougon gets the sack,â said La Rouquette, âI wouldnât give a couple of sous for the Charbonnelsâ case. It will be just the same with Madame Correur.â Then he inclined his head towards M. Kahnâs ear, and continued in a very low tone: âYou, now, who know Rougon, just tell me who and what that Madame Correur is. She formerly kept a lodging-house, didnât she? Rougon used to lodge with her, and it is even said that she lent him money. What does she do now?â
M. Kahn assumed a very grave expression and slowly rubbed his beard. âMadame Correur is a highly respectable lady,â he replied curtly.
This answer checked La Rouquetteâs curiosity. He bit his lips with the expression of a schoolboy who has just been lectured. For a moment they both looked in silence at Madame Correur, who was sitting near the Charbonnels. She was wearing a very showy dress of mauve silk, with a profusion of lace and ornaments. Her face showed too much colour, her forehead was covered with little fair dollish curls, and her plump neck, still very comely in spite of her eight-and-forty years, was fully exposed to view.
Just at this moment, however, the sudden sound of a door opening and a rustle of skirts at the far end of the Chamber caused all heads to turn. A tall girl exquisitely beautiful, but strangely dressed in an ill-made sea-green satin gown, had entered the box assigned to the diplomatic body, followed by an elderly lady in black.
âAh! thereâs the fair Clorinde!â said M. La Rouquette, who had risen to bow at random.
M. Kahn had also risen; but he stooped towards M. BĂ©juin, who was now enclosing his letters in envelopes: âCountess Balbi and her daughter are there,â he said. âI am going up to ask them if they have seen Rougon.â
The President meanwhile had taken a fresh handful of papers from his desk. Without ceasing his perusal of them he cast a glance at the beautiful Clorinde Balbi, whose arrival had given rise to a buzz of comments in the Chamber. Then, while he passed the papers one by one to a clerk, he said in monotonous tones, never even pausing to punctuate his words: âPresentation of a bill to continue certain extra duties in the town of Lille... of a bill to unite into one single commune the communes of Doulevant-le-Petit and Ville-en-Blaisais (Haute-Marne) ââ
When M. Kahn came back again he seemed quite disconÂsolate. âReally, no one appears to have seen anything of him,â he said to his colleagues, BĂ©juin and La Rouquette, whom he met at the foot of the semicircle. âI hear that the Emperor sent for him yesterday evening, but I havenât been able to learn the result of their interview. There is nothing so provoking as being unable to get a satisfactory account of what happens.â
La Rouquette turned round and whispered into M. BĂ©juinâs ear: âPoor Kahn is terribly afraid lest Rougon should get into disfavour at the Tuileries. He might fish for his railway if that should occur.â
In reply M. BĂ©juin, who was of a taciturn disposition, said very gravely: âThe day when Rougon retires from the Council of State, we shall all be losers.â Then he beckoned to one of the ushers and gave him the letters which he had just written, to post.
The three deputies remained standing on the left of the Presidentâs desk, discreetly discussing the disfavour with which Rougon was threatened. It was an intricate story. A disÂtant relation of the Empress, one Señor Rodriguez, had been claiming a sum of two million francs from the French GovernÂment since the year 1808. During the war with Spain, a vessel freighted with sugar and coffee, and belonging to this Rodriguez, who was a shipowner, had been taken in the Bay of Biscay by a French frigate, the Vigilante, and brought to Brest. Acting upon information received from a local comÂmission, the administrative officials had declared the capture to be a valid one, without referring the matter to the Prize Committee. Rodriguez, however, had promptly appealed to the Council of State, and, after his death, his son, under every successive Government, had vainly tried to bring the matter to an issue until the day came when a word from his distant cousin, EugĂ©nie de Montijo, now all-powerful, had secured the insertion of his action in the official cause list.
Of this the three deputies talked, while the Presidentâs monotonous voice still resounded above their heads: âPresenÂtation of a bill authorising the department of Calvados to borrow 300,000 francs... of a bill authorising the town of Amiens to borrow 200,000 francs for the purpose of making new promenades... of a bill authorising the department of CĂŽtes-du-Nord to borrow 345,000 francs to cover the deficiencies in the revenues of the last five years.â
âThe truth is,â said M. Kahn, again lowering his voice, âthat this Rodriguez had a very artful method of managing his business. He and a son-in-law of his, residing at New York, were the owners of vessels which sailed either under the American flag or the Spanish, according as one or the other might subject them to the least risk during their passage. Rougon told me that the captured vessel was exclusively the property of Rodriguez, and that there is no valid ground whatever for the claims that are made.â
âAnd then,â interposed M. BĂ©juin, âthe steps that were taken by the officials cannot be impugned. The administrative officer at Brest was perfectly right in declaring the capture a valid one in accordance with the customs of the port, without referring the matter to the Prize Committee.â
Then they lapsed into silence for a moment while La Rouquette, with his back resting against the marble wall, raised his head, and tried to attract the attention of the fair Clorinde. âBut,â he asked naively, âwhy does Rougon object to the two millions ...