bankers,--
"He makes a mint of money."
"They say he is very grasping," added Canalis.
The praises which Modeste showered on Desplein had annoyed the poet.
Vanity acts like a woman,--they both think they are defrauded when
love or praise is bestowed on others. Voltaire was
jealous of the wit
of a roue whom Paris admired for two days; and even a
duchess takes
offence at a look bestowed upon her maid. The
avarice excited by these
two sentiments is such that a
fraction of them given to the poor is
thought robbery.
"Do you think,
monsieur," said Modeste, smiling, "that we should judge
genius by ordinary standards?"
"Perhaps we ought first of all to
define the man of
genius," replied
Canalis. "One of the conditions of
genius is invention,--invention of
a form, a
system, a force. Napoleon was an
inventor, apart from his
other conditions of
genius. He invented his method of making war.
Walter Scott is an
inventor, Linnaeus is an
inventor, Geoffrey Saint-
Hilaire and Cuvier are
inventors. Such men are men of
genius of the
first rank. They renew, increase, or modify both science and art. But
Desplein is merely a man whose vast
talent consists in properly
applying laws already known; in observing, by means of a natural gift,
the limits laid down for each
temperament, and the time appointed by
Nature for an operation. He has not founded, like Hippocrates, the
science itself. He has invented no
system, as did Galen, Broussais,
and Rasori. He is merely an
executivegenius, like Moscheles on the
piano, Paganini on the
violin, or Farinelli on his own larynx,--men
who have developed
enormous faculties, but who have not created music.
You must permit me to discriminate between Beethoven and la Catalani:
to one belongs the
immortal crown of
genius and of
martyrdom, to the
other
innumerable five-franc pieces; one we can pay in coin, but the
world remains throughout all time a
debtor to the other. Each day
increases our debt to Moliere, but Baron's comedies have been
overpaid."
"I think you make the
prerogative of ideas too exclusive," said Ernest
de La Briere, in a quiet and melodious voice, which formed a sudden
contrast to the peremptory tones of the poet, whose
flexible organ had
abandoned its caressing notes for the strident and magisterial voice
of the rostrum. "Genius must be estimated according to its
utility;
and Parmentier, who brought potatoes into general use, Jacquart, the
inventor of silk looms; Papin, who first discovered the elastic
quality of steam, are men of
genius, to whom statues will some day be
erected. They have changed, or they will change in a certain sense,
the face of the State. It is in that sense that Desplein will always
be considered a man of
genius by thinkers; they see him attended by a
generation of sufferers whose pains are stifled by his hand."
That Ernest should give
utterance to this opinion was enough to make
Modeste oppose it.
"If that be so,
monsieur," she said, "then the man who could discover
a way to mow wheat without injuring the straw, by a machine that could
do the work of ten men, would be a man of
genius."
"Yes, my daughter," said Madame Mignon; "and the poor would bless him
for cheaper bread,--he that is
blessed by the poor is
blessed of God."
"That is putting
utility above art," said Modeste, shaking her head.
"Without
utility what would become of art?" said Charles Mignon. "What
would it rest on? what would it live on? Where would you lodge, and
how would you pay the poet?"
"Oh! my dear papa, such opinions are fearfully flat and antediluvian!
I am not surprised that Gobenheim and Monsieur de La Briere, who are
interested in the
solution of social problems should think so; but
you, whose life has been the most
uselesspoetry of the century,--
useless because the blood you shed all over Europe, and the horrible
sufferings exacted by your colossus, did not prevent France from
losing ten departments acquired under the Revolution,--how can YOU
give in to such excessively pig-tail notions, as the idealists say? It
is plain you've just come from China."
The impertinence of Modeste's speech was heightened by a little air of
contemptuous
disdain which she purposely put on, and which fairly
astounded Madame Mignon, Madame Latournelle, and Dumay. As for Madame
Latournelle, she opened her eyes so wide she no longer saw anything.