the nabob-第94章
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the Latin seas； of Beys and of bold Provencals； as sunburned as crickets； who used to end by marrying some sultana and 〃taking the turban；〃 in the old expression of the Marseillais。 〃As for me；〃 said the Nabob； with his good…humoured smile。 〃I had no need of taking the turban to grow rich。 I had only to take into this land of idleness the activity and flexibility of a southern Frenchman； and in a few years I made one of those fortunes which can only be made in those hot countries； where everything is gigantic； prodigious； disproportionate； where flowers grow in a night； and one tree produces a forest。 The excuse of such fortunes is the manner in which they are used； and I make bold to say that never has any favourite of fortune tried harder to justify his wealth。 I have not been successful。〃 No！ he had not succeeded。 From all the gold he had scattered he had only gathered contempt and hatred。 Hatred！ Who could boast more of it than he？ like a great ship in the dock when its keel touches the bottom。 He was too rich； and that stood for every vice； and every crime pointed him out for anonymous vengeances； cruel and incessant enmities。
〃Ah； gentlemen；〃 cried the poor Nabob； lifting his clinched hands； 〃I have known poverty； I have struggled face to face with it； and it is a dreadful struggle； I swear。 But to struggle against wealth； to defend one's happiness； honourrestto have no shelter but piles of gold which fall and crush you； is something more hideous； more heart… breaking still。 Never； in the darkest days of my distress； have I had the pains； the anguish； the sleepless nights with which fortune has loaded methis horrible fortune which I hate and which stifles me。 They call me the Nabob； in Paris。 It is not the Nabob they should say； but the Pariaha social pariah holding out wide arms to a society which will have none of him。〃
Written down； the words may appear cold； but there； before the assembly； the defence of this man was stamped with an eloquent and grandiose sincerity； which at first； coming from this rustic； this upstart； without culture or education； with the voice of a boatman； first astonished and then singularly moved his hearers just on account of its wild； uncultivated style； foreign to every notion of parliamentary etiquette。 Already marks of favour had agitated members； used to the flood of gray and monotonous administrative speech。 But at this cry of rage and despair against wealth； uttered by the wretch whom it was enfolding； rolling； drowning in its floods of gold； while he was struggling and calling for help from the depths of his Pactolus； the whole Chamber rose with loud applause； and outstretched hands； as if to give the unfortunate Nabob more testimonies of esteem； of which he was so desirous； and at the same time to save him from shipwreck。 Jansoulet felt it； and warmed by this sympathy； he went on； with head erect and confident look：
〃You have just been told； gentlemen； that I was unworthy of sitting among you。 And he who said it was the last from whom I should have expected it； for he alone knew the sad secret of my life； he alone could speak for me； justify me； and convince you。 He has not done it。 Well； I will try； whatever it may cost me。 Outrageously calumniated before my country； I owe it to myself and my children this public justification； and I will make it。〃
With a brusque movement he turned towards the tribune where he knew his enemy was watching him； and suddenly stopped； full of fear。 There； in front of him； behind the pale； malignant head of the baroness； his mother； his mother whom he believed to be two hundred leagues away from the terrible storm； was looking at him； leaning against the wall； bending down her saintly face； flooded with tears； but proud and beaming nevertheless with her Bernard's great success。 For it was really a success of sincere human emotion； which a few more words would change into a triumph。 Cries of 〃Go on； go on！〃 came from all sides of the Chamber to reassure and encourage him。 But Jansoulet did not speak。 He had only to say： 〃Calumny has wilfully confused two names。 I am called Bernard Jansoulet； the other Jansoulet Louis。〃 Not a word more was needed。
But in the presence of his mother； still ignorant of his brother's dishonour； he could not say it。 Respectfamily ties forbade it。 He could hear his father's voice： 〃I die of shame； my child。〃 Would not she die of shame too； if he spoke？ He turned from the maternal smile with a sublime look of renunciation； then in a low voice； utterly discouraged； he said：
〃Excuse me； gentlemen； this explanation is beyond my power。 Order an investigation of my whole life； open as it is to all； alas！ since any one can interpret all my actions。 I swear to you that you will find nothing there which unfits me to sit among the representatives of my country。〃
In the face of this defeat； which seemed to everybody the sudden crumbling of an edifice of effrontery； the astonishment and disillusionment were immense。 There was a moment of excitement on the benches； the tumult of a vote taken on the spot； which the Nabob saw vaguely through the glass doors； as the condemned man looks down from the scaffold on the howling crowd。 Then； after that terrible pause which precedes a supreme moment； the president made； amid deep silence； the simple pronouncement：
〃The election of M。 Bernard Jansoulet is annulled。〃
Never had a man's life been cut off with less solemnity or disturbance。
Up there in her gallery； Jansoulet's mother understood nothing； except that the seats were emptying near her； that people were rising and going away。 Soon there was no one else there save the fat man and the lady in the white hat； who leaned over the barrier； watching Bernard with curiosity； who seemed also to be going away； for he was putting up great bundles of papers in his portfolio quite calmly。 When they were in order； he rose and left his place。 Ah！ the life of public men had sometimes cruel situations。 Gravely； slowly； under the gaze of the whole assembly； he must descend those steps which he had mounted at the cost of so much trouble and money； to whose feet an inexorable fatality was precipitating him。
The Hemerlingues were waiting for this； following to its last stage this humiliating exit； which crushes the unseated member with some of the shame and fear of a dismissal。 Then； when the Nabob had disappeared； they looked at each other with a silent laugh； and left the gallery before the old woman had dared to ask them anything； warned by her instinct of their secret hostility。 Left alone； she gave all her attention to a new speech； persuaded that her son's affairs were still in question。 They spoke of an election； of a scrutiny； and the poor mother leaning forward in her red hood； wrinkling her great eyebrows； would have religiously listened to the whole of the report of the Sarigue election； if the attendant who had introduced her had not come to say that it was finished and she had better go away。 She seemed very much surprised。
〃Indeed！ Is it over？〃 said she； rising almost regretfully。
And quietly； timidly：
〃Has hehas he won？〃
It was innocent； so touching that the attendant did not even dream of smiling。
〃Unfortunately； no； madame。 M。 Jansoulet has not won。 But why did he stop in that way？ If it is true that he never came to Paris； and that another Jansoulet did everything they accuse him of； why did he not say so？〃
The old mother； turning pale； leaned on the balustrade of the staircase。 She had understood。
Bernard's brusque interruption on seeing her； the sacrifice he had made to her so simplythat noble glance as of a dying animal； came to her mind； and the shame of the elder； the favourite child； mingled itself with Bernard's disastera double…edged maternal sorrow； which tore her whichever way she turned。 Yes； yes； it was on her account he would not speak。 But she would not accept such a sacrifice。 He must come back at once and explain himself before the deputies。
〃My son； where is my son？〃
〃Below； madame； in his carriage。 It was he who sent me to look for you。〃
She ran before the attendant； walking quickly； talking aloud； pushing aside out of her way the little black and bearded men who were gesticul
