Chapter XLVI. La Fontaine in the Character of a Negotiator.
Fouquet pressed La Fontaine's hand most warmly, saying to him, "My dearpoet, write a hundred other tales, not only for the eighty pistoleswhich each of them will produce you, but, still more, to enrich ourlanguage with a hundred new masterpieces of composition."
"Oh!" said La Fontaine, with a little air of pride, "you must notsuppose that I have only brought this idea and the eighty pistoles tothe superintendent."
"Oh! indeed," was the general acclamation from all parts of the room,"M. de la Fontaine is in funds to-day."
"Exactly," replied La Fontaine.
"Quick, quick!" cried the assembly.
"Take care," said Pelisson in La Fontaine's ear; "you have had a mostbrilliant success up to the present moment; do not go beyond yourdepth."
"Not at all, Monsieur Pelisson; and you, who are a man of decided taste,will be the first to approve of what I have done."
"We are talking of millions, remember," said Gourville.
"I have fifteen hundred thousand francs here, Monsieur Gourville," hereplied, striking himself on the chest.
"The deuce take this Gascon from Chateau-Thierry!" cried Loret.
"It is not the pocket you must tap--but the brain," said Fouquet.
"Stay a moment, monsieur le surintendant," added La Fontaine; "you arenot procureur-general--you are a poet."
"True, true!" cried Loret, Conrart, and every person present connectedwith literature.
"You are, I repeat, a poet and a painter, a sculptor, a friend of thearts and sciences; but, acknowledge that you are no lawyer."
"Oh! I do acknowledge it," replied M. Fouquet, smiling.
"If you were to be nominated at the Academy, you would refuse, I think."
"I think I should, with all due deference to the academicians."
"Very good; if, therefore, you do not wish to belong to the Academy, whydo you allow yourself to form one of the parliament?"
"Oh!" said Pelisson, "we are talking politics."
"I wish to know whether the barrister's gown does or does not become M.Fouquet."
"There is no question of the gown at all," retorted Pelisson, annoyed atthe laughter of those who were present.
"On the contrary, it is the gown," said Loret.
"Take the gown away from the procureur-general," said Conrart, "and wehave M. Fouquet left us still, of whom we have no reason to complain;but, as he is no procureur-general without his gown, we agree with M. dela Fontaine and pronounce the gown to be nothing but a bugbear."
"_Fugiunt risus leporesque_," said Loret.
"The smiles and the graces," said some one present.
"That is not the way," said Pelisson, gravely, "that I translate_lepores_."
"How do you translate it?" said La Fontaine.
"Thus: The hares run away as soon as they see M. Fouquet." A burst oflaughter, in which the superintendent joined, followed this sally.
"But why hares?" objected Conrart, vexed.
"Because the hare will be the very one who will not be over pleased tosee M. Fouquet surrounded by all the attributes which his parliamentarystrength and power confer on him."
"Oh! oh!" murmured the poets.
"_Quo non ascendam_," said Conrart, "seems impossible to me, when one isfortunate enough to wear the gown of the procureur-general." [9]
"On the contrary, it seems so to me without that gown," said theobstinate Pelisson; "what is your opinion, Gourville?"
"I think the gown in question is a very good thing," replied the latter;"but I equally think that a million and a half is far better than thegown."
"And I am of Gourville's opinion," exclaimed Fouquet, stopping thediscussion by the expression of his own opinion, which would necessarilybear down all the others.
"A million and a half," Pelisson grumbled out; "now I happen to know anIndian fable--"
"Tell it to me," said La Fontaine; "I ought to know it too."
"Tell it, tell it," said the others.
"There was a tortoise, which was, as usual, well protected by itsshell," said Pelisson; "whenever its enemies threatened it, it tookrefuge within its covering. One day some one said to it, 'You must feelvery hot in such a house as that in the summer, and you are altogetherprevented showing off your graces; there is a snake here, who will giveyou a million and a half for your shell.'"
"Good!" said the superintendent, laughing.
"Well, what next?" said La Fontaine, more interested in the apologuethan in the moral.
"The tortoise sold his shell and remained naked and defenseless. Avulture happened to see him, and being hungry, broke the tortoise's backwith a blow of his beak and devoured it. The moral is, that M. Fouquetshould take very good care to keep his gown."
La Fontaine understood the moral seriously. "You forget Aeschylus," hesaid, to his adversary.
"What do you mean?"
"Aeschylus was bald-headed, and a vulture--your vulture, probably--whowas a great amateur in tortoises, mistook at a distance his head for ablock of stone, and let a tortoise, which was shrunk up in his shell,fall upon it."
"Yes, yes, La Fontaine is right," resumed Fouquet, who had become verythoughtful; "whenever a vulture wishes to devour a tortoise, he wellknows how to break his shell; but happy is that tortoise a snake paysa million and a half for his envelope. If any one were to bring me agenerous-hearted snake like the one in your fable, Pelisson, I wouldgive him my shell."
"_Rara avis in terres!_" cried Conrart. [10]
"And like a black swan, is he not?" added La Fontaine; "well, then, thebird in question, black and rare, is already found."
"Do you mean to say that you have found a purchaser for my post ofprocureur-general?" exclaimed Fouquet.
"I have, monsieur."
"But the superintendent never said that he wished to sell," resumedPelisson.
"I beg your pardon," said Conrart, "you yourself spoke about it, even--"
"Yes, I am a witness to that," said Gourville.
"He seems very tenacious about his brilliant idea," said Fouquet,laughing. "Well, La Fontaine, who is the purchaser?"
"A perfect blackbird, for he is a counselor belonging to the parliament,an excellent fellow."
"What is his name?"
"Vanel."
"Vanel!" exclaimed Fouquet. "Vanel the husband of--"
"Precisely, her husband; yes, monsieur."
"Poor fellow!" said Fouquet, with an expression of great interest.
"He wishes to be everything that you have been, monsieur," saidGourville, "and to do everything that you have done."
"It is very agreeable; tell us all about it, La Fontaine."
"It is very simple. I see him occasionally, and a short time ago I methim, walking about on the Place de la Bastile, at the very moment when Iwas about to take the small carriage to come down here to Saint-Mande."
"He must have been watching his wife," interrupted Loret.
"Oh, no!" said La Fontaine, "he is far from being jealous. He accostedme, embraced me, and took me to the inn called L'Image Saint-Fiacre, andtold me all about his troubles."
"He has his troubles, then?"
"Yes; his wife wants to make him ambitious."
"Well, and he told you--"
"That some one had spoken to him about a post in parliament; that M.Fouquet's name had been mentioned; that ever since, Madame Vanel dreamsof nothing else than being called madame la procureur-generale, and thatit makes her ill and kills her every night she does not dream about it."
"The deuce!"
"Poor woman!" said Fouquet.
"Wait a moment. Conrart is always telling me that I do not know how toconduct matters of business; you will see how I managed this one."
"Well, go on."
"'I suppose you know,' said I to Vanel, 'that the value of a post suchas that which M. Fouquet holds is by no means trifling.'
"'How much do you imagine it to be?' he said.
"'M. Fouquet, I know,
has refused seventeen hundred thousand francs.'
"'My wife,' replied Vanel, 'had estimated it at about fourteen hundredthousand.'
"'Ready money?' I said.
"'Yes; she has sold some property of hers in Guienne, and has receivedthe purchase money.'"
"That's a pretty sum to touch all at once," said the Abbe Fouquet, whohad not hitherto said a word.
"Poor Madame Vanel!" murmured Fouquet.
Pelisson shrugged his shoulders, as he whispered in Fouquet's ear, "Thatwoman is a perfect fiend."
"That may be; and it will be delightful to make use of this fiend'smoney to repair the injury which an angel has done herself for me."
Pelisson looked with a surprised air at Fouquet, whose thoughts werefrom that moment fixed upon a fresh object in view.
"Well!" inquired La Fontaine, "what about my negotiation?"
"Admirable, my dear poet."
"Yes," said Gourville; "but there are some people who are anxious tohave the steed who have not even money enough to pay for the bridle."
"And Vanel would draw back from his offer if he were to be taken at hisword," continued the Abbe Fouquet.
"I do not believe it," said La Fontaine.
"What do you know about it?"
"Why, you have not yet heard the _denouement_ of my story."
"If there is a _denouement_, why do you beat about the bush so much?"
"_Semper ad eventum_. Is that correct?" said Fouquet, with the air of anobleman who condescends to barbarisms. To which the Latinists presentanswered with loud applause. [11]
"My _denouement_," cried La Fontaine, "is that Vanel, that determinedblackbird, knowing that I was coming to Saint-Mande, implored me tobring him with me, and, if possible, to present him to M. Fouquet."
"So that--"
"So that he is here; I left him in that part of the ground calledBel-Air. Well, M. Fouquet, what is your reply?"
"Well, it is not respectful towards Madame Vanel that her husbandshould run the risk of catching cold outside my house; send for him, LaFontaine, since you know where he is."
"I will go myself."
"And I will accompany you," said the Abbe Fouquet; "I will carry themoney bags."
"No jesting," said Fouquet, seriously; "let the business be a seriousone, if it is to be one at all. But first of all, let us show we arehospitable. Make my apologies, La Fontaine, to M. Vanel, and tell himhow distressed I am to have kept him waiting, but that I was notaware he was there."
La Fontaine set off at once, fortunately accompanied by Gourville,for, absorbed in his own calculations, the poet would have mistakenthe route, and was hurrying as fast as he could towards the villageof Saint-Mande. Within a quarter of an hour afterwards, M. Vanel wasintroduced into the superintendent's cabinet, a description of which hasalready been given at the beginning of this story. When Fouquet saw himenter, he called to Pelisson, and whispered a few words in his ear. "Donot lose a single word of what I am going to say: let all the silver andgold plate, together with my jewels of every description, be packedup in the carriage. You will take the black horses: the jewelerwill accompany you; and you will postpone the supper until Madame deBelliere's arrival."
"Will it be necessary to inform Madame de Belliere of it?" saidPelisson.
"No; that will be useless; I will do that. So, away with you, my dearfriend."
Pelisson set off, not quite clear as to his friend's meaning orintention, but confident, like every true friend, in the judgment of theman he was blindly obeying. It is that which constitutes the strength ofsuch men; distrust only arises in the minds of inferior natures.
Vanel bowed lowly to the superintendent, and was about to begin aspeech.
"Do not trouble yourself, monsieur," said Fouquet, politely; "I am toldyou wish to purchase a post I hold. How much can you give me for it?"
"It is for you, monseigneur, to fix the amount you require. I know thatoffers of purchase have already been made to you for it."
"Madame Vanel, I have been told, values it at fourteen hundred thousandlivres."
"That is all we have."
"Can you give me the money immediately?"
"I have not the money with me," said Vanel, frightened almost by theunpretending simplicity, amounting to greatness, of the man, for he hadexpected disputes, difficulties, opposition of every kind.
"When will you be able to bring it?"
"Whenever you please, monseigneur;" for he began to be afraid thatFouquet was trifling with him.
"If it were not for the trouble you would have in returning to Paris,I would say at once; but we will arrange that the payment and thesignature shall take place at six o'clock to-morrow morning."
"Very good," said Vanel, as cold as ice, and feeling quite bewildered.
"Adieu, Monsieur Vanel, present my humblest respects to Madame Vanel,"said Fouquet, as he rose; upon which Vanel, who felt the blood rushingto his head, for he was quite confounded by his success, said seriouslyto the superintendent, "Will you give me your word, monseigneur, uponthis affair?"
Fouquet turned round his head, saying, "_Pardieu_, and you, monsieur?"
Vanel hesitated, trembled all over, and at last finished by hesitatinglyholding out his hand. Fouquet opened and nobly extended his own; thisloyal hand lay for a moment in Vanel's most hypocritical palm, and hepressed it in his own, in order the better to convince himself of thecompact. The superintendent gently disengaged his hand, as he againsaid, "Adieu." And then Vanel ran hastily to the door, hurried along thevestibule, and fled as quickly as he could.
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