雙語·邦斯舅舅 七十六、高狄沙的慷慨

LXXVI

Fraisier had told him the whole story only yesterday, and he thought that he saw his way to making interest out of the case with the young Vicomtesse Popinot and her mother. He would finish a dirty piece of work, and some day he would be a privy councillor, at least; or so he told himself.

I gif you full powers.

Well. Let me see. Now, to begin with, said Gaudissart, Napoleon of the boulevard theatres, "to begin with, here are a hundred crowns—" (he took fifteen louis from his purse and handed them to Schmucke).

That is yours, on account of six months' salary. If you leave the theatre, you can repay me the money. Now for your budget. What are your yearly expenses? How much do you want to be comfortable? Come, now, scheme out a life for a Sardanapalus—

I only need two suits of clothes, von for der vinter, von for der sommer.

Three hundred francs, said Gaudissart.

Shoes. Vour bairs.

Sixty francs.

Shtockings—

A dozen pairs—thirty-six francs.

Half a tozzen shirts.

Six calico shirts, twenty-four francs; as many linen shirts, forty-eight francs; let us say seventy-two. That makes four hundred and sixty-eight francs altogether.—Say five hundred, including cravats and pocket-handkerchiefs; a hundred francs for the laundress—six hundred. And now, how much for your board—three francs a day?

No, it ees too much.

After all, you want hats; that brings it to fifteen hundred. Five hundred more for rent; that makes two thousand. If I can get two thousand francs per annum for you, are you willing?... Good securities.

Und mein tobacco.

Two thousand four hundred, then.... Oh! Papa Schmucke, do you call that tobacco? Very well, the tobacco shall be given in.—So that is two thousand four hundred francs per annum.

Dat ees not all! I should like som monny.

Pin-money!—Just so. Oh, these Germans! And calls himself an innocent, the old Robert Macaire! thought Gaudissart. Aloud he said, "How much do you want? But this must be the last."

It ees to bay a zacred debt.

A debt! said Gaudissart to himself. What a shark it is! He is worse than an eldest son. He will invent a bill or two next! We must cut this short. This Fraisier cannot take large views.—What debt is this, my good man? Speak out."

Dere vas but von mann dot haf mourned Bons mit me.... He haf a tear liddle girl mit wunderschones haar; it vas as if I saw mein boor Deutschland dot I should nefer haf left.... Baris is no blace for die Germans; dey laugh at dem (with a little nod as he spoke, and the air of a man who knows something of life in this world below).

He is off his head, Gaudissart said to himself.

And a sudden pang of pity for this poor innocent before him brought a tear to the manager's eyes.

Ah! you understand, mennesir le directeur! Ver' goot. Dat mann mit die liddle taughter is Dobinard, vat tidies der orchestra and lights die lamps. Bons vas fery fond of him, und helped him. He vas der only von dat accombanied mein only friend to die church und to die grafe.... I vant dree tausend vrancs for him, und dree tausend for die liddle von—

Poor fellow! said Gaudissart to himself.

Rough, self-made man though he was, he felt touched by this nobleness of nature, by a gratitude for a mere trifle, as the world views it; though for the eyes of this divine innocence the trifle, like Bossuet's cup of water, was worth more than the victories of great captains. Beneath all Gaudissart's vanity, beneath the fierce desire to succeed in life at all costs,to rise to the social level of his old friend Popinot, there lay a warm heart and a kindly nature. Wherefore he canceled his too hasty judgments and went over to Schmucke's side.

You shall have it all! But I will do better still, my dear Schmucke. Topinard is a good sort—

Yes. I haf chust peen to see him in his boor home, vere he ees happy mit his children—

I will give him the cashier's place. Old Baudrand is going to leave.

Ah! Gott pless you! cried Schmucke.

Very well, my good, kind fellow, meet me at Berthier's office about four o'clock this afternoon. Everything shall be ready, and you shall be secured from want for the rest of your days. You shall draw your six thousand francs, and you shall have the same salary with Garangeot that you used to have with Pons.

No, Schmucke answered. "I shall not lif.... I haf no heart for anydings; I feel that I am attacked—"

Poor lamb! Gaudissart muttered to himself as the German took his leave. "But, after all, one lives on mutton; and, as the sublime Beranger says, 'Poor sheep! you were made to be shorn,'" and he hummed the political squib by way of giving vent to his feelings. Then he rang for the office-boy.

Call my carriage, he said.

Rue de Hanovre, he told the coachman.

The man of ambitions by this time had reappeared; he saw the way to the Council of State lying straight before him.