At the moment when Canalis uttered this judgment on Giraud, the latter was returning with Maxime to the group; and forgetting the presence of a stranger whose discretion was not known to them like that of Leon and Bixiou, he took Canalis by the hand in a very significant manner.
"Well," he said, "I consent to what Monsieur de Trailles proposes.
I'll put the question to you in the Chamber, but I shall do it with great severity."
"Then we shall have the house with us, for a man of your weight and your eloquence is certain to have the ear of the Chamber," said Canalis. "I'll reply to you; but I shall do it sharply, to crush you."
"You could bring about a change of the cabinet, for on such ground you can do what you like with the Chamber, and be master of the situation."
"Maxime has trapped them both," said Leon to his cousin; "that fellow is like a fish in water among the intrigues of the Chamber."
"Who is he?" asked Gazonal.
"An ex-scoundrel who is now in a fair way to become an ambassador," replied Bixiou.
"Giraud!" said Leon to the councillor of state, "don't leave the Chamber without asking Rastignac what he promised to tell you about a suit you are to render a decision on two days hence. It concerns my cousin here; I'll go and see you to-morrow morning early about it."
The three friends followed the three deputies, at a distance, into the lobby.
"Cousin, look at those two men," said Leon, pointing out to him a former minister and the leader of the Left Centre. "Those are two men who really have 'the ear of the Chamber,' and who are called in jest ministers of the department of the Opposition. They have the ear of the Chamber so completely that they are always pulling it."
"It is four o'clock," said Bixiou, "let us go back to the rue de Berlin."
"Yes; you've now seen the heart of the government, cousin, and you must next be shown the ascarides, the taenia, the intestinal worm,--the republican, since I must needs name him," said Leon.
When the three friends were once more packed into their hackney-coach, Gazonal looked at his cousin and Bixiou like a man who had a mind to launch a flood of oratorical and Southern bile upon the elements.
"I distrusted with all my might this great hussy of a town," he rolled out in Southern accents; "but since this morning I despise her! The poor little province you think so petty is an honest girl; but Paris is a prostitute, a greedy, lying comedian; and I am very thankful not to be robbed of my skin in it."
"The day is not over yet," said Bixiou, sententiously, winking at Leon.
"And why do you complain in that stupid way," said Leon, "of a prostitution to which you will owe the winning of your lawsuit? Do you think you are more virtuous than we, less of a comedian, less greedy, less liable to fall under some temptation, less conceited than those we have been making dance for you like puppets?"
"Try me!"
"Poor lad!" said Leon, shrugging his shoulders, "haven't you already promised Rastignac your electoral influence?"
"Yes, because he was the only one who ridiculed himself."
"Poor lad!" repeated Bixiou, "why slight me, who am always ridiculing myself? You are like a pug-dog barking at a tiger. Ha! if you saw us really ridiculing a man, you'd see that we can drive a sane man mad."
This conversation brought Gazonal back to his cousin's house, where the sight of luxury silenced him, and put an end to the discussion.
Too late he perceived that Bixiou had been making him pose.
At half-past five o'clock, the moment when Leon de Lora was making his evening toilet to the great wonderment of Gazonal, who counted the thousand and one superfluities of his cousin, and admired the solemnity of the valet as he performed his functions, the "pedicure of monsieur" was announced, and Publicola Masson, a little man fifty years of age, made his appearance, laid a small box of instruments on the floor, and sat down on a small chair opposite to Leon, after bowing to Gazonal and Bixiou.
"How are matters going with you?" asked Leon, delivering to Publicola one of his feet, already washed and prepared by the valet.
"I am forced to take two pupils,--two young fellows who, despairing of fortune, have quitted surgery for corporistics; they were actually dying of hunger; and yet they are full of talent."
"I'm not asking you about pedestrial affairs, I want to know how you are getting on politically."
Masson gave a glance at Gazonal, more eloquent than any species of question.
"Oh! you can speak out, that's my cousin; in a way he belongs to you; he thinks himself legitimist."
"Well! we are coming along, we are advancing! In five years from now Europe will be with us. Switzerland and Italy are fermenting finely; and when the occasion comes we are all ready. Here, in Paris, we have fifty thousand armed men, without counting two hundred thousand citizens who haven't a penny to live upon."
"Pooh," said Leon, "how about the fortifications?"
"Pie-crust; we can swallow them," replied Masson.
"In the first place, we sha'n't let the cannon in, and, in the second, we've got a little machine more powerful than all the forts in the world,--a machine, due to a doctor, which cured more people during the short time we worked it than the doctors ever killed."
"How you talk!" exclaimed Gazonal, whose flesh began to creep at Publicola's air and manner.
"Ha! that's the thing we rely on! We follow Saint-Just and Robespierre; but we'll do better than they; they were timid, and you see what came of it; an emperor! the elder branch! the younger branch!
The Montagnards didn't lop the social tree enough."
"Ah ca! you, who will be, they tell me, consul, or something of that kind, tribune perhaps, be good enough to remember," said Bixiou, "that I have asked your protection for the last dozen years."
"No harm shall happen to you; we shall need wags, and you can take the place of Barere," replied the corn-doctor.
"And I?" said Leon.