guessing at future contingencies, and hugging its presentiments.
Sechard
senior living at a distance, far from the
workshop and the
machinery which possessed such a
fascination for him, reminding him,
as it did, of days when he was making his way, could FEEL that there
were disquieting symptoms of inactivity in his son. The name of
Cointet Brothers
haunted him like a dread; he saw Sechard & Son
dropping into the second place. In short, the old man scented
misfortune in the wind.
His presentiments were too well founded;
disaster was hovering over
the house of Sechard. But there is a tutelary deity for misers, and by
a chain of unforeseen circumstances that tutelary deity was so
ordering matters that the purchase-money of his extortionate bargain
was to be tumbled after all into the old toper's pouch.
Indifferent to the religious
reaction brought about by the
Restoration,
indifferent no less to the Liberal
movement, David
preserved a most
unlucky neutrality on the burning questions of the
day. In those times
provincial men of business were bound to profess
political opinions of some sort if they meant to secure custom; they
were forced to choose for themselves between the
patronage of the
Liberals on the one hand or the Royalists on the other. And Love,
moreover, had come to David's heart, and with his scientific
preoccupation and finer nature he had not room for the dogged greed of
which our successful man of business is made; it choked the keen
money-getting
instinct which would have led him to study the
differences between the Paris trade and the business of a
provincialprinting-house. The shades of opinion so
sharply defined in the
country are blurred and lost in the great currents of Parisian
business life. Cointet Brothers set themselves
deliberately to
assimilate all shades of monarchical opinion. They let every one know
that they fasted of a Friday and kept Lent; they
haunted the
cathedral; they
cultivated the society of the
clergy; and in
consequence, when books of
devotion were once more in demand, Cointet
Brothers were the first in this lucrative field. They slandered David,
accusing him of Liberalism, Atheism, and what not. How, asked they,
could any one employ a man whose father had been a Septembrist, a
Bonapartist, and a
drunkard to boot? The old man was sure to leave
plenty of gold pieces behind him. They themselves were poor men with
families to support, while David was a
bachelor and could do as he
pleased; he would have plenty one of these days; he could afford to
take things easily;
whereas . . . and so forth and so forth.
Such tales against David, once put into
circulation, produced their
effect. The
monopoly of the prefectorial and diocesan work passed
gradually into the hands of Cointet Brothers; and before long David's
keen competitors, emboldened by his inaction, started a second local
sheet of advertisements and announcements. The older
establishment was
left at length with the job-printing orders from the town, and the
circulation of the Charente Chronicle fell off by one-half. Meanwhile
the Cointets grew richer; they had made handsome profits on their
devotional books; and now they offered to buy Sechard's paper, to have
all the trade and
judicial announcements of the department in their
own hands.
The news of this proposal sent by David to his father brought the old
vinegrower from Marsac into the Place du Murier with the
swiftness of
the raven that scents the corpses on a battlefield.
"Leave me to manage the Cointets," said he to his son; "don't you
meddle in this business."
The old man saw what the Cointets meant; and they took alarm at his
clearsighted
sagacity. His son was making a
blunder, he said, and he,
Sechard, had come to put a stop to it.
"What was to become of the
connection if David gave up the paper? It
all depended upon the paper. All the attorneys and solicitors and men
of business in L'Houmeau were Liberals to a man. The Cointets had
tried to ruin the Sechards by accusing them of Liberalism, and by so
doing gave them a plank to cling to--the Sechards should keep the
Liberal business. Sell the paper indeed! Why, you might as well sell
the stock-in-trade and the license!"
Old Sechard asked the Cointets sixty thousand francs for the printing
business, so as not to ruin his son; he was fond of his son; he was
taking his son's part. The vinegrower brought his son to the front to
gain his point, as a
peasant brings in his wife.
His son was
unwilling to do this, that, or the other; it varied
according to the offers which he wrung one after another from the
Cointets, until, not without an effort, he drew them on to give