Children,' just as I say when I get ten subscriptions to a newspaper
called the 'Movement,' 'I've got ten Movements.' Now don't you see?"
"That's all right. Are you going into
politics? If you do you'll get
into Saint-Pelagie, and I shall have to trot down there after you. Oh!
if one only knew what one puts one's foot into when we love a man, on
my word of honor we would let you alone to take care of yourselves,
you men! However, if you are going away to-morrow we won't talk of
disagreeable things,--that would be silly."
The coach stopped before a pretty house, newly built in the Rue
d'Artois, where Gaudissart and Jenny climbed to the fourth story. This
was the abode of Mademoiselle Jenny Courand,
commonly reported to be
privately married to the
illustrious Gaudissart, a rumor which that
individual did not deny. To
maintain her
supremacy, Jenny kept him to
the
performance of
innumerable small attentions, and threatened
continually to turn him off if he omitted the least of them. She now
ordered him to write to her from every town, and render a minute
account of all his proceedings.
"How many 'Children' will it take to furnish my
chamber?" she asked,
throwing off her shawl and sitting down by a good fire.
"I get five sous for each
subscriber."
"Delightful! And is it with five sous that you expect to make me rich?
Perhaps you are like the Wandering Jew with your pockets full of
money."
"But, Jenny, I shall get a thousand 'Children.' Just
reflect that
children have never had a newspaper to themselves before. But what a
fool I am to try to explain matters to you,--you can't understand such
things."
"Can't I? Then tell me,--tell me, Gaudissart, if I'm such a goose why
do you love me?"
"Just because you are a goose,--a
sublime goose! Listen, Jenny. See
here, I am going to
undertake the 'Globe,' the 'Movement,' the
'Children,' the insurance business, and some of my old articles Paris;
instead of earning a
miserable eight thousand a year, I'll bring back
twenty thousand at least from each trip."
"Unlace me, Gaudissart, and do it right; don't
tighten me."
"Yes, truly," said the traveller, complacently; "I shall become a
shareholder in the newspapers, like Finot, one of my friends, the son
of a hatter, who now has thirty thousand francs
income, and is going
to make himself a peer of France. When one thinks of that little
Popinot,--ah, mon Dieu! I forgot to tell you that Monsieur Popinot was
named
minister of
commerceyesterday. Why shouldn't I be
ambitioustoo? Ha! ha! I could easily pick up the jargon of those fellows who
talk in the
chamber, and
bluster with the rest of them. Now, listen to
me:--
"Gentlemen," he said,
standing behind a chair, "the Press is neither a
tool nor an article of
barter: it is, viewed under its political
aspects, an
institution. We are bound, in
virtue of our position as
legislators, to consider all things politically, and
therefore" (here
he stopped to get breath)--"and
therefore we must examine the Press
and ask ourselves if it is useful or noxious, if it should be
encouraged or put down, taxed or free. These are serious questions. I
feel that I do not waste the time, always precious, of this Chamber by
examining this article--the Press--and explaining to you its
qualities. We are on the verge of an abyss. Undoubtedly the laws have
not the nap which they ought to have--Hein?" he said, looking at
Jenny. "All orators put France on the verge of an abyss. They either
say that or they talk about the
chariot of state, or convulsions, or
political horizons. Don't I know their dodges? I'm up to all the
tricks of all the trades. Do you know why? Because I was born with a
caul; my mother has got it, but I'll give it to you. You'll see! I
shall soon be in the government."
"You!"
"Why shouldn't I be the Baron Gaudissart, peer of France? Haven't they
twice elected Monsieur Popinot as
deputy from the fourth
arrondissement? He dines with Louis Phillippe. There's Finot; he is
going to be, they say, a member of the Council. Suppose they send me
as
ambassador to London? I tell you I'd nonplus those English! No man