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CHAPTER XVIII.
THE COUNTRY WILLS IT.
Events precipitated themselves with frightful rapidity. Veiled promises and secret encouragements on the part of Napoleon III. contributed largely to the development of an insurrection whose instigators were too confident in the diplomatic intervention of France, England, and Austria. A bitter disappointment was the result, as we know. A brutal reply from the Russian government sufficed to make Europe fall back, and rendered harder than ever the fate of Poland.
At the point whither our story has carried us, all hope of preventing a fatal catastrophe was not lost. Several men of influence, whose foresight was better than that of the foolish ma.s.ses, made heroic efforts toward this end. Among these was our Jacob, whose interview with Gromof had resulted in enlightening him as to the fatal consequences of a premature revolution.
The most of the Jews rallied around the Marquis Wielopolski, a double-faced man, half Russian, half Polish, with equivocal politics.
He was clever in appearance, but deceitful at heart, and sought to please both sides. This policy was not pleasing to the n.o.bles, whom he held of little account; it alienated the ultramontanes, and irritated the revolutionists, whom he tried to reduce by violent measures. The marquis, much more authoritative than liberal, wished to inaugurate that which he called the legal progress; but not leaning on either party, he soon had every one against him. The Jews, however, sustained him for some time with ardour; but he soon displeased them, like the others, by an absolute want of tact in his conduct toward them.
Men of exalted opinions, whose only wish was to benefit humanity, and who desired to maintain a just moderation, were alienated and were left alone.
Jacob, although of an entirely different character from Wielopolski, was equally unfortunate. In his political role he was no more successful than in his character of religious reformer. Admitted to all the meetings, he perceived that he had no influence whatever.
He displeased the revolutionists by his wise warnings; the conservatives, by his transports of spirit; and the partisans of legal progress, by his spirit of independence. He had no communication with the Russians, with the exception of Gromof.
Among his own people, Mann detested him because he refused to bow down to him and admire him; for vanity was this individual's ruling pa.s.sion.
Mathilde's father was devoted body and soul to the palace of Bruhl, which was Wielopolski's seat, and received his former pupil coldly, for he did not wish to be ranked under the same banner. For the same reason Henri Segel, a zealous servant of the marquis, looked on him with pity.
Bartold, less servile, nevertheless adhered to the new regime to a certain extent, and was surprised that Jacob did not follow his example. Ivas, whose relations with his friend were growing cooler, accidentally met him one evening.
"Jacob," said he, "the moment approaches when the country will need all her children's services. I was coming to ask you to pay your tribute, and I will give you the receipt. You have only to fix the amount yourself."
"I do not dream of refusing to make all necessary sacrifices," replied Jacob after a moment of thought. "But in giving I wish to know why I give. Will you give me your word of honour that it is not to aid the revolution?"
"It is truly to buy arms."
"If it is for that, I refuse. I am ready to sacrifice half, or more than half, of my fortune for Poland, but not one cent to light the torch of incendiarism."
"Man of little faith and frozen soul, how can you be presumptuous enough to suppose that you can hinder patriotic sentiments, or strong enough to overthrow all obstacles! Am I not right? We are sure of the people; we have the Catholic clergy, thanks to the marquis, who has also reconciled the ma.s.ses; and we count on the greater part of the Israelites. We shall force the n.o.bles to come out of their intrenchments and join us. In Russia the revolution ferments. Garibaldi promises us champions; Hungary, arms, men, and money. Austria is a beneficent neighbour; and, to finish, France and England will undoubtedly aid us."
"Softly! Softly! Repeat your enumerations one by one."
"If faith does not exist in you it is useless for me to talk further. I will listen to nothing. Will you give me the money? Yes or no."
"For the revolution, no."
"But the necessity is urgent, my dear Jacob. We must have money to-day; you cannot refuse us."
"I refuse; I have said it."
"I have been your friend and defender, and I am still; but above all, I am a revolutionist. Do you know to what you are exposed by your opinions? To death, perhaps; certainly infamy."
"Infamy, never! A man can only render himself infamous; others cannot imprint this stain upon him. As for death, I do not fear it. The preservation of life or of fortune by the sacrifice of profound convictions is unworthy of a true man, is cowardly. You can obtain nothing from me by threats; kill me if you wish; I firmly believe in the justice of G.o.d and the immortality of the soul. And so I am tranquil."
Ivas laughed, and was a little touched.
"You are a great child, my dear Jacob," said he, with an air of compa.s.sion. "I pity you, for you are not a man of this century. I regard you as a phenomenon, as a mortal who awakes after a thousand years of sleep into an epoch entirely different from his own.
Nevertheless, I esteem you."
Jacob held out his hand silently.
"You cannot change me," said he. "It will be useless for you to try it.
I feel that the world which surrounds me is not with me; however, as I am here, and I exist, it must be with some special design of Providence."
"I return to my pecuniary wants."
"Ivas," said Jacob, "tell me, what sum do you require, for yourself?"
"Nothing for myself; all for the country."
"And it is expressly to buy arms?"
"Yes; my conscience does not permit me to lie."
"And mine commands me to refuse."
"You are the first who has refused me so decidedly. Your conduct is a bad example. A rigorous condemnation awaits you. I leave you in sorrow, for, Jacob, you will die."
"I am not at all afraid to die, and your threat will not make me break my word."
"I beg of you, my friend."
"Do not supplicate me; it is in vain. Tell me that you will use the money to save men pursued by the Russian government, to facilitate their flight, and enable them to live, and I am ready to reduce myself to poverty for that; but for your insane revolution, not a rouble."
"I do not insist, but"--
"Very well. Have you seen Gromof?"
"Twenty times."
"What have you replied to his argument?"
"That he is a Russian; consequently, ardent in words, and timid in action. For the Russians the opportune moment never arrives. Their former conspiracies were broken up by a word from Nicholas; a word sufficed to calm a popular disturbance. A weak-kneed race, they are still as cowardly as then. I believe Gromof to be an agent of the police. He is suspected."
"What he says accords with the actual situation."
"I am one of those," said Ivas, "who will not listen to reasoning. Good sense, circ.u.mspection, are empty words for us. Hurrah for blessed exultation! Hurrah for ardour pushed almost to folly! We will march against the troops with our batons, convinced of being victorious."
"You are heroes," said Jacob, "and I admire you; but have you counted the cost? How long will this exaltation last? How many are there that feel as you do?"
"A hundred, or a million, what does it matter? The ma.s.ses will follow us."
"The ma.s.ses will be reduced to a handful of men, most of them adventurers who will do more harm than good."
"Stop, you weary me. Adieu, egotist, I wash my hands of what will happen to you."