He alone knew the middle-class coalition organized by Gaubertin to its depths; and he continued to sneer at the rich men of Soulanges and Ville-aux-Fayes, as if he alone represented the opposition.Without money and not respected, he did not seem a person to be feared professionally, and so Brunet, glad to have a despised competitor, protected him and helped him along, to prevent him selling his business to some eager young man, like Bonnac for instance, who might force him, Brunet, to divide the patronage of the canton between them.
"Thanks to those fellows, we keep the ball a-rolling," said Socquard.
"But folks are trying to imitate my boiled wine."
"Sue them," said Rigou, sententiously.
"That would lead too far," replied the innkeeper.
"Do your clients get on well together?"
"Tolerably, yes; sometimes they'll have a row, but that's only natural for players."
All heads were at the window of the Soudry salon which looked to the square.Recognizing the father of his daughter-in-law, Soudry came to the portico to receive him.
"Well, comrade," said the mayor of Soulanges, "is Annette ill, that you give us your company of an evening?"
Through an old habit acquired in the gendarmerie Soudry always went direct to the point.
"No,-- There's trouble brewing," replied Rigou, touching his right fore-finger to the hand which Soudry held out to him."I came to talk about it, for it concerns our children in a way--"
Soudry, a handsome man dressed in blue, as though he were still a gendarme, with a black collar, and spurs at his heels, took Rigou by the arm and led him up to his imposing better-half.The glass door to the terrace was open, and the guests were walking about enjoying the summer evening, which brought out the full beauty of the glorious landscape which we have already described.
"It is a long time since we have seen you, my dear Rigou," said Madame Soudry, taking the arm of the ex-Benedictine and leading him out upon the terrace.
"My digestion is so troublesome!" he replied; "see! my color is almost as high as yours."
Rigou's appearance on the terrace was the sign for an explosion of jovial greetings on the part of the assembled company.
"And how may the lord of Blangy be?" said little Sarcus, justice of the peace.
"Lord!" replied Rigou, bitterly, "I am not even cock of my own village now."
"The hens don't say so, scamp!" exclaimed Madame Soudry, tapping her fan on his arm.
"All well, my dear master?" said the notary, bowing to his chief client.
"Pretty well," replied Rigou, again putting his fore-finger into his interlocutor's hand.
This gesture, by which Rigou kept down the process of hand-shaking to the coldest and stiffest of demonstrations would have revealed the whole man to any observer who did not already know him.
"Let us find a corner where we can talk quietly," said the ex-monk, looking at Lupin and at Madame Soudry.
"Let us return to the salon," replied the queen.
"What has the Shopman done now?" asked Soudry, sitting down beside his wife and putting his arm about her waist.
Madame Soudry, like other old women, forgave a great deal in return for such public marks of tenderness.
"Why," said Rigou, in a low voice, to set an example of caution, "he has gone to the Prefecture to demand the enforcement of the penalties;
he wants the help of the authorities."
"Then he's lost," said Lupin, rubbing his hands; "the peasants will fight."
"Fight!" cried Soudry, "that depends.If the prefect and the general, who are friends, send a squadron of cavalry the peasants can't fight.
They might at a pinch get the better of the gendarmes, but as for resisting a charge of cavalry!--"
"Sibilet heard him say something much more dangerous than that," said Rigou; "and that's what brings me here."
"Oh, my poor Sophie!" cried Madame Soudry, sentimentally, alluding to her FRIEND, Mademoiselle Laguerre, "into what hands Les Aigues has fallen! This is what we have gained by the Revolution!--a parcel of swaggering epaulets! We might have foreseen that whenever the bottle was turned upside down the dregs would spoil the wine!"
"He means to go to Paris and cabal with the Keeper of the Seals and others to get the whole judiciary changed down here," said Rigou.
"Ha!" cried Lupin, "then he sees his danger."
"If they appoint my son-in-law attorney-general we can't help ourselves; the general will get him replaced by some Parisian devoted to his interests," continued Rigou."If he gets a place in Paris for Gendrin and makes Guerbet chief-justice of the court at Auxerre, he'll knock down our skittles! The gendarmerie is on his side now, and if he gets the courts as well, and keeps such advisers as the abbe and Michaud we sha'n't dance at the wedding; he'll play us some scurvy trick or other."
"How is it that in all these five years you have never managed to get rid of that abbe?" said Lupin.
"You don't know him; he's as suspicious as a blackbird," replied Rigou."He is not a man at all, that priest; he doesn't care for women; I can't find out that he has any passion; there's no point at which one can attack him.The general lays himself open by his temper.
A man with a vice is the servant of his enemies if they know how to pull its string.There are no strong men but those who lead their vices instead of being led by them.The peasants are all right; their hatred against the abbe keeps up; but we can do nothing as yet.He's like Michaud, in his way; such men are too good for this world,--God ought to call them to himself."
"It would be a good plan to find some pretty servant-girl to scrub his staircase," remarked Madame Soudry.The words caused Rigou to give the little jump with which crafty natures recognize the craft of others.
"The Shopman has another vice," he said; "he loves his wife; we might get hold of him that way."
"We ought to find out how far she really influences him," said Madame Soudry.
"There's the rub!" said Lupin.
