The day when Popinot arranged to go to question M.d'Espard was a Thursday, a holiday.At about nine in the morning, before their father was awake, the brothers were playing in the garden.Clement was finding it hard to refuse his brother, who was anxious to go to the shooting-gallery for the first time, and who begged him to second his request to the Marquis.The Viscount always rather took advantage of his weakness, and was very fond of wrestling with his brother.So the couple were quarreling and fighting in play like schoolboys.As they ran in the garden, chasing each other, they made so much noise as to wake their father, who came to the window without their perceiving him in the heat of the fray.The Marquis amused himself with watching his two children twisted together like snakes, their faces flushed by the exertion of their strength; their complexion was rose and white, their eyes flashed sparks, their limbs writhed like cords in the fire; they fell, sprang up again, and caught each other like athletes in a circus, affording their father one of those moments of happiness which would make amends for the keenest anxieties of a busy life.Two other persons, one on the second and one on the first floor, were also looking into the garden, and saying that the old madman was amusing himself by ****** his children fight.Immediately a number of heads appeared at the windows; the Marquis, noticing them, called a word to his sons, who at once climbed up to the window and jumped into his room, and Clement obtained the permission asked by Camille.
All through the house every one was talking of the Marquis' new form of insanity.When Popinot arrived at about twelve o'clock, accompanied by his clerk, the portress, when asked for M.d'Espard, conducted him to the third floor, telling him "as how M.d'Espard, no longer ago than that very morning, had set on his two children to fight, and laughed like the monster he was on seeing the younger biting the elder till he bled, and as how no doubt he longed to see them kill each other.--Don't ask me the reason why," she added; "he doesn't show himself!"Just as the woman spoke these decisive words, she had brought the judge to the landing on the third floor, face to face with a door covered with notices announcing the successive numbers of the Picturesque History of China.The muddy floor, the dirty banisters, the door where the printers had left their marks, the dilapidated window, and the ceiling on which the apprentices had amused themselves with drawing monstrosities with the smoky flare of their tallow dips, the piles of paper and litter heaped up in the corners, intentionally or from sheer neglect--in short, every detail of the picture lying before his eyes, agreed so well with the facts alleged by the Marquise that the judge, in spite of his impartiality, could not help believing them.
"There you are, gentlemen," said the porter's wife; "there is the manifactor, where the Chinese swallow up enough to feed the whole neighborhood."The clerk looked at the judge with a smile, and Popinot found it hard to keep his countenance.They went together into the outer room, where sat an old man, who, no doubt, performed the functions of office clerk, shopman, and cashier.This old man was the Maitre Jacques of China.Along the walls ran long shelves, on which the published numbers lay in piles.A partition in wood, with a grating lined with green curtains, cut off the end of the room, forming a private office.
A till with a slit to admit or disgorge crown pieces indicated the cash-desk.
"M.d'Espard?" said Popinot, addressing the man, who wore a gray blouse.
The shopman opened the door into the next room, where the lawyer and his companion saw a venerable old man, white-headed and simply dressed, wearing the Cross of Saint-Louis, seated at a desk.He ceased comparing some sheets of colored prints to look up at the two visitors.This room was an unpretentious office, full of books and proof-sheets.There was a black wood table at which some one, at the moment absent, no doubt was accustomed to work.
"The Marquis d'Espard?" said Popinot.
"No, monsieur," said the old man, rising; "what do you want with him?"he added, coming forward, and showing by his demeanor the dignified manners and habits due to a gentlemanly education.
"We wish to speak with him on business exclusively personal to himself," replied Popinot.
"D'Espard, here are some gentlemen who want to see you," then said the old man, going into the furthest room, where the Marquis was sitting by the fire reading the newspaper.
This innermost room had a shabby carpet, the windows were hung with gray holland curtains; the furniture consisted of a few mahogany chairs, two armchairs, a desk with a revolving front, an ordinary office table, and on the chimney-shelf, a dingy clock and two old candlesticks.The old man led the way for Popinot and his registrar, and pulled forward two chairs, as though he were master of the place;M.d'Espard left it to him.After the preliminary civilities, during which the judge watched the supposed lunatic, the Marquis naturally asked what was the object of this visit.On this Popinot glanced significantly at the old gentleman and the Marquis.
