Events followed their due course. Monsieur Bergeret continued to look for a flat; it was his sister who found one. Thus the positive mind has the advantage over the speculative mind. It must be admitted that Mademoiselle Bergeret made an excellent choice. She was lacking neither in experience of life nor in common sense. Having been a governess, she had lived in Russia, and had travelled about Europe. She had observed the manners and customs of the different nations. She knew the world, and that helped her to know Paris. “That’s it,” she said to her brother, stopping before a new house overlooking the Luxembourg garden. “The stairs look decent enough,” said Monsieur Bergeret, “but it’s rather a stiff climb.” “Nonsense, Lucien. You are quite young enough to go up five short flights of stairs without getting exhausted.” She was careful to point out that the stair-carpet ran right to the top of the house, and he smilingly accused her of being susceptible to trifling vanities. “But it is possible,” he added, “that I myself should feel slightly offended were the carpet to stop short at the floor below ours. We profess to be wise, but we still have our weak points. That reminds me of what I noticed yesterday, after lunch, as I was passing a church. The outer steps were covered with a red carpet which had been trodden, after the ceremony, by the guests at some great wedding. A working-class couple with their party were waiting for the last of the wealthy company to leave so that they might enter the church. They were laughing at the idea of climbing the steps upon this unexpected splendour. The little bride’s white feet were already on the edge of the carpet when the beadle waved her away. The men in charge of the trappings of the wealthy wedding slowly rolled up the carpet of honour, and only when it formed a huge cylinder did they allow the humble wedding party to mount the bare steps. I stood for a moment and watched the worthy folk, who seemed greatly amused by the incident. Humble folk surrender with admirable equanimity “Here we are,” said Mademoiselle Bergeret. “I’m out of breath,” remarked Monsieur Bergeret. “Because you would talk,” replied Mademoiselle Bergeret. “You shouldn’t tell anecdotes while you are going upstairs.” “After all,” said Monsieur Bergeret, “it is the common destiny of men of learning to live close under the roof. Science and meditation are often hidden away in garrets, and when we come to think of it, no marble hall is worth an attic filled with beautiful thoughts.” “This room,” replied Mademoiselle Bergeret, “is not a garret. It is lighted by a big window and is to be your study.” On hearing this, Monsieur Bergeret looked at the four walls in alarm, like a man on the brink of a precipice. “What is the matter?” asked his sister uneasily. But he did not reply. The little square room, hung with light paper, seemed to him dark with the unknown future. He entered with a slow and fearful step as though he were entering upon a hidden destiny. Then, measuring on the floor the position of his work-table, he said: “The most difficult thing of all,” put in Zoe, “was to find three bedrooms.” “It is certain,” rejoined Monsieur Bergeret, “that humanity, in its youth, did not conceive of “That may be,” remarked Zoe, “but it is very “Let us go and see them both,” said Monsieur Bergeret, as he obediently promenaded his animal mechanism through the little square rooms hung with flowered paper, pursuing the course of his reflections the while. “The savages,” he said, “make no distinction between past, present and future. Languages, which are undoubtedly the oldest monuments of the human race, permit us to go back to the days when our ancestors had not yet accomplished this metaphysical operation. Monsieur Michel BrÉal, who has just published an admirable essay on the subject, shows that the verb, so rich to-day in its resources for marking the priority of an action, had originally no means of expressing the past, and in order to perform this function forms were employed which implied a double affirmation of the present.” As he spoke, he returned to the room which was to be his study, which had at first sight seemed, in its emptiness, to be filled with the shadows of the ineffable future. Mademoiselle Bergeret opened the window. “Look, Lucien.” “These black boughs,” he said, “will assume, in the timid April sunlight, the purple hue of their buds; then they will break forth into soft green foliage. That will be delightful. It will, indeed, be charming. Zoe, you are full of wisdom and kindness, a worthy steward and a most endearing sister. Let me kiss you.” Monsieur Bergeret kissed his sister, repeating: “You are a good creature, Zoe.” And Mademoiselle Bergeret’s reply was: “Our father and mother were both good.” Monsieur Bergeret would have embraced her a second time, but she protested: “You’ll make my hair untidy, Lucien, and that I can’t bear.” Monsieur Bergeret stretched out his hand as he stood by the open window. “Look, Zoe, to the right. On the site of those ugly buildings used to be the PÉpiniÈre. There, our elders have told me, was a maze of paths bordered by green trelliswork windows among the shrubs. Our father used to walk there when he was a young man. He used to read the philosophy of Kant and the novels of George Sand, seated on a bench behind the statue of VellÉda. A dreaming VellÉda, with hands folded over her mystic sickle, “The Empire destroyed the PÉpiniÈre. It was an evil deed, for there is a soul even in inanimate things. The noble ideas of many young men perished with the gardens. How many beautiful dreams and stupendous hopes have taken shape under the shadow of Maindron’s romantic VellÉda! To-day our students have palaces with a bust of the President of the Republic over the mantelpiece in the principal room. Who will restore to them the winding alleys of the PÉpiniÈre, where they were wont to discuss the establishment of peace and happiness and the liberty of the world? Who will give back to them the garden where, amid the joyous songs of the birds, they repeated the generous sayings of their masters, Quinet and Michelet?” “No doubt they were enthusiastic enough,” said Mademoiselle Bergeret, “but in the end they became doctors and lawyers in their own provinces. One must resign oneself to the mediocrity of life. You know well enough, it is very difficult to live, and one must not expect too much of one’s fellow-creatures. Anyhow, do you like the rooms?” “She has, but young girls are never delighted with anything.” “Pauline is not unhappy with us.” “No, indeed. She is very happy, but she does not realize it.” “I am going to the Rue Saint-Jacques,” announced Monsieur Bergeret, “to ask Roupart to put up some shelves in my study.” |