Chapter 14 Chapter One

Suddenly, a burst of rapid gunshots woke him up from his dream. Frederick ignored Rosanne's dissuasion and insisted on investigating.He walked towards the Champs-Elysees, because that's where the gunshots came from.When he came to the corner of the Rue Saint-Honoré, he saw several people in uniform passing by him, shouting: "Go away! There is no way to the palace!" Frederick followed them all the way.He saw that the fence of the Assumption Chapel had disappeared.In the middle of the road in the distance, he found three piles of stones, which must have been part of a barricade, followed by pieces of broken glass and clumps of barbed wire used to stop cavalry; A tall young man, his face was pale, his black hair fell to his shoulders, and he was wearing a pea green tights.Holding a spear in his hand, like a nocturnal god, he raised his heels and fled as fast as a tiger.Faint gunshots could still be heard.

The night before, the five bodies recovered from the dead pile on the Rue des Nuns had been brought in by truck, and the people had changed their strategy.The adjutants all gathered in the Tuileries Palace, Monsieur was delayed because of the cabinet meeting, Thiers demanded to reorganize the cabinet, the king was thinking, and finally handed over the power, his real intention was to prevent his command.At this critical moment, the lightning-like uprising began. They had a very strict organization and acted in unison.Some people wantonly incited the masses and gave speeches in the streets and alleys; others went to the church to ring the bell desperately.People were making shells, trying barrels.Trees along the road, public urinals, seats, fences, street lights, all public facilities were destroyed.In the early morning, the streets and alleys of Paris were filled with barricades.The gunfight ceased.A lot of National Guard troops came to mediate.But by eight o'clock, the mediation failed.Using force and weapons, the people occupied a total of five barracks, almost all the district offices and the most favorable firepower points.The monarchy fell before it could be shaken.Now the People's Army is attacking the water tower post, trying to rescue the fifty prisoners (in fact, they were not held there.).

Many people with guns stood in the square, so Frederick had to stand at the entrance of the square.There were also many infantry in the Rue St. Thomas and Fromanto.There is a huge barricade in the streets of Valois.Fireworks floating from the top split the barricade in two, and many people rushed to the barricade, gesticulating desperately; so they were wiped out at once; and then the gunfire sounded again.The outpost also opened up full firepower, but from the outside, it seemed that there was no one inside.The oak shutters on the windows were battered with bullets.This outpost has two floors, among which there are two houses, and the small gate of the fountain on the second floor has been whitened by bullets.The three stone steps in front of the house are still empty.

Beside Frederick, a man in a Greek cap and an ammunition pouch tied to his sweater was arguing with a woman.She told him: "You must come back! Definitely!" "Don't worry about it!" the husband replied: "You can look after the house alone! You tell me, am I right? I have been doing my duty. In 1830, 1832, 34, Thirty-nine years! Now, there is another war! I must go! You go!" The doorkeeper had no choice but to obey her husband and listen to the persuasion of a National Guard soldier next to them, a soldier in his forties with a brown beard on his plain face.He loaded and fired as he talked to Frederick, with an air of composure in the midst of the commotion, as if he were in a gardener's world.A young man in sackcloth courted him, hoping to get some detonators with which to operate his weapon, which he used was a fine hunting carbine given him by "a gentleman."

The soldier shouted: "Hide behind me, you are sending yourself to death!" The horn of attack came.Shouts and cheers of victory resounded from all sides.The crowd was filled with the joy of victory.Frederick was squeezed in the crowd, he couldn't squeeze it, and he was somewhat infected, which was very interesting.The wounded fell to the ground, and the dead also lay on the ground. The wounded did not look wounded, and the dead did not look dead.He seems to be watching a show. In the huge torrent, among the black crowd, an old man dressed in black sat on a white horse with a velvet saddle.He held up a green branch in one hand, and held a piece of paper in the other, shaking it desperately there.However, no one heard his words, and he left disappointed.

The standing team withdrew, leaving only the city guard to stick to the post.A valiant crowd rushes up the stone steps; they are knocked down, and another rushes up; they thump the barred door so violently that the ground shakes; the city guard does not budge.So people pulled a four-wheeled wagon full of hay, lit it, and pushed the wagon to the base of the wall.People brought in a lot of firewood, straw, and a barrel of alcohol.The flames were gradually rising, and thick smoke filled the outpost.Even on the platform of the roof, a big fire was ignited, making a piercing sound.The second floor of the palace was packed with National Guard troops.Bullets were fired from all the windows in the square;People were walking in the mud and water, stepping on clothes, caps and weapons.Frederick felt soft under his feet, and looked down to see that the hand of a sergeant in gray uniform had been trampled under his feet, and he fell there, face down.The citizens flocked again, squeezing the soldiers into the outpost.The gunfire became more and more intense.The tavern was still open; people used to go in and smoke a pipe and drink a beer before going back to fight.A disoriented dog barks, making people laugh.

Frederick was nearly knocked over by a man who had been shot in the back and was lying on his shoulder, panting.The shot may have been aimed at him, and he was so angry that he was about to charge when a National Guard stopped him. "What's the point of doing it! The king is gone. Hey! If you don't believe me, go and see." Hearing these words, Frederick was relieved.Looks like the campus is okay.The Palace of Nantes has always stood there in isolation.Behind it was a row of houses, opposite the cupola of the Louvre Museum, and the long wooden gallery, and the desolate stretch of stalls and shops, which seemed to be engulfed in smoke, mingled with the distant noise. in the sound.At the other end of the square, a beam of dazzling light passed through the clouds and shone on the front wall of the Tuileries Palace, dividing all the windows into many small white squares.Next to the Arc de Triomphe, a dead horse fell.People gathered behind the railing and chatted.The gate of the palace was opened, and the servants stood by the gate, calling people in.

In a room downstairs, there were several bowls of coffee with milk.Those who joined in the fun sat down talking and laughing; others stood, including a coachman.He picked up a bottle full of granulated sugar, looked around anxiously, and began to eat in big mouthfuls, sticking his nose into the bottle.At the bottom of the stairs, a man was writing his name in a notebook.Frederick saw him from behind. "Hey, Yu Suone!" "It's me!" replied the man, "I came here without permission. It's ridiculous, isn't it?" "Come on, shall we go upstairs?"

They entered the "Marshal's Hall".None of the famous portraits were damaged, only Buyo's portrait was pierced with a hole in the stomach.With their sabers in their hands and their backs leaning against a gun carriage, they made a terrible movement that was out of tune with the surrounding atmosphere.At this time the big clock just pointed to twenty one. Suddenly, they heard "Marseillaise".Yusone and Frederick leaned over the railing and looked down. It was the crowd.They rushed towards the stairs, their bare heads, helmets, Little Red Riding Hood, steel knives, and arms dazzled the eyes. They rushed forward quickly, and were immediately swallowed up by the rushing crowd.When they rushed upstairs, the crowd dispersed and the singing stopped abruptly.

At this time, what was heard was the sound of thousands of footsteps, and the voices of people were buzzing.The people who watched the excitement rushed to see it.However, because of the crowd, someone often smashed a glass window with his arm, or a vase or a statue was crushed and fell to the floor.The floor was overwhelmed, and there was a light and crisp sound. Everyone was flushed and sweating; Yu Suonei said: "The smell of the brave may not be pleasant!" "What a nuisance you are!" said Frederick. They were forced to pour into a hall with the crowd.The ceiling of the hall was lined with red velvet curtains.On a throne on the ground sat a proletarian with a black beard and his shirt half unbuttoned, which made people feel as funny and stupid as a macaque; Sit in his seat.

"Too ignorant!" Yu Suonei said, "These are the respected people!" The crowd hoisted the king's throne above their heads and swayed across the hall. "Fuck him! Rocks like a ship! That's how countries rock in a storm! Jump up, jump up!" The throne was lifted to the window, and thrown out amidst cheers and shouts. "Unfortunate old ghost!" Yu Suonei said when he saw them throw the throne into the garden.Immediately the people would take it up again, parade it, go straight to the Bastille, and burn it. Then there was a cry, people cheered for the removal of this throne, and rejoiced for a happy tomorrow; the masses of the people did it because of hatred, or rather they were taking their autonomy.They smashed and destroyed the full-length mirror, curtains, wall lamps, candlesticks, tables and chairs, and all the furniture, including picture books and cloth baskets.With today's victory, wouldn't it be fun enough!Some humble folk adorn themselves with lace and wool.Golden braids were tied on the sleeves, ostrich feathers were inserted on the blacksmith's head, and ribbons were wrapped around the waists of the whores.Everyone is doing what they want; some are dancing, some are drinking.In the queen's bedroom, a woman found a bottle of hair nourishing water and was rubbing it on her head; behind the screen, two card fans were addicted again; Yusone pointed out to Frederick the smoking pipe on the balcony. people.The people were clamoring wildly, and the uproar was rising rapidly and without interruption, and shards of broken china or glass bounced off the floor with the sound of harp shrapnel. Slowly, people's hatred was vented.Driven by the desire for profit, people began to search every room and every corner, not letting go of a single drawer.Some prisoners got into the princess's quilt and writhed on the bed to balance their inability to satisfy their lust.There are even more despicable people, who prowl quietly, trying to steal something back; but under the watchful eyes of everyone, they fail.Look at the doors of the rows of rooms, the gilded ornaments are surrounded by dark crowds, the air is full of dust; people are panting, and the air is becoming more and more stuffy.Frederick and Yu Sone were worried that they would be suffocated, so they quickly slipped out. In the front hall, there was a prostitute standing on a pile of clothes, imitating the expression of the Statue of Liberty, staring, standing there motionless, terribly terrifying. They came out quickly, and a group of city guards in military overcoats came towards them, took off their hats, all of them showed their shiny heads, and they were saluting the people.The ragged victors were all the more elated by this homage.Even Yusone and Frederick were deeply happy. Back in the palace, they quarreled even more fiercely.The bodies of several soldiers lay on the straw at the corner of the Fromantol Street.They passed by there as if nothing had happened, unresponsive, even proud. The palace is full of people.In the yard, seven fires were lit.Pianos, chests of drawers, and clocks were thrown from the windows.Water from several taps sprayed onto the roof.A group of madmen desperately tried to cut the water pipe with a knife.Frederick sent a polytechnic student to stop it.And the idiot ignored his intentions.On the surrounding corridors, some shameless people brought wine from the wine cellar and drank it desperately.The wine flowed into a river, soaking their feet; a group of lowlifes were still licking and sucking the wine at the bottom of the bottle, walking forward with three steps, still cursing. "Let's go," Yu Suonei said, "This kind of person is disgusting." Walking along the Orleans promenade, you can see the wounded lying on the ground, they spread the mattress and cover them with purple curtains; some housewives in the city brought them vegetable soup and underwear. "What's the matter with that!" said Frederick, "I think the people are great!" The large foyer was filled with an angry mob trying to break into the upper floors and smash everything; the National Guard on the stone steps tried to stop them.Among them was the most prominent light-armed soldier, helmetless, with bristling hair, and a stitched cowhide gun belt around his waist.He wrapped his shirt around his waist and desperately blocked people in the crowd.Yu Suone's eyesight was good, and he immediately saw that the man was Arnoud. They came again to the gardens of the Tuileries, to get some fresh air.They sat on a chair, closed their eyes and rested for a few minutes. They were already feeling dizzy and had no energy to talk at all.Pedestrians around also came towards them.The Duchess of Orléans was chosen as queen regent; the action ceased, and all were pleased with the speed with which the government was restored.The servants came out of their palace, tore off their slave clothes, and threw them into the garden to protest the government.People were cheering for them, but they were scared back. At this time, a tall man came running from the woods with a gun on his back. Frederick and Yu Suone saw him.A gunpowder pouch is hung on the red vest at the waist, and a square scarf is wrapped around the forehead under the long-brimmed hat.He turned his head, and it was Dussardier. They embraced each other and said: "Ah! How lucky! Old friend!" He was tired and happy, panting constantly, and could no longer speak. He persisted for two full days and two nights.He defended the barricades of the Latin Quarter, rescued three hussars from the attack on the Rue Lambrex, and the troops with which he stormed the Tuileries, the Chamber, and finally the City Hall. "I've just come back from there! The battle is over soon! The people have won! Workers and bourgeois are together again! Ah! If only you could understand what I've seen! So many good people Ah! How honorable!" He didn't see that they were unarmed, but he went on: "I'm sure you're there too! It's been a real crisis for a while, but what's the matter!" A drop of blood dripped from his face, and when the two friends asked him what was going on with concern, he replied: "Oh! Nothing! The bayonet!" "You should be more careful!" "Well! I'm in good health! What does it matter? The Republic has been proclaimed! People should be happy now! Some of the reporters I was chatting with just now said that we are going to save Poland and Italy! The king will never Exist! Do you understand! The whole world is liberated! Free!" He glanced at the sky and put his hands on his hips in a victorious look.At this time, a group of people rushed to the platform by the river. "Oh! How silly! How could I have forgotten! The fort has been taken. I must go there! Farewell!" He turned his head and shouted at us with a gun in his hand: "Long live the Republic!" Thick smoke spouted from the chimneys in the palace, and sparks were also entrained.Resonant bells were heard in the distance, as if a flock of frightened sheep were calling. The victor attacks from left and right.Although Frederick did not participate in the battle, he also found that the blood in his body that originated from the Gauls was rushing.Passionate people moved him deeply.He greedily sucked the air full of soot storms; his soul was filled with a sublime love and supreme compassion, and he trembled as if the whole human heart beat in his breast. Yu Suonei yawned and said: "Maybe it's time to enlighten our masses now!" Together with him, Frederick came to the news agency where Yusonet was located in the Place de la Bourse, and set out to publish a report on the incident in the "Journal de Troyes". article; when it was finished he signed it.Afterwards, they went to a hotel for dinner.Yu Suonei thought to himself; the revolution changed faster than his own character. After coffee, they were going to go to the government to find some news, when he returned to his mischievous nature.He dashed up and down the barricades quickly, teasing the sentries with patriotic words. Under the red torches, they heard the good news that the provisional government was announced.By midnight Frederick, exhausted as hell, went home. "How does it feel?" he asked the servant who took off his coat. "Are you excited?" "Of course! I'm very glad, sir! But I don't want to see the crowd jumping about!" Waking up the next day, Frederick thought of Délorier.I ran to him in a hurry, but he had already got up and went to other provinces to become a provincial committee member, and he just left.Last night, Delorist managed to meet him, dealt with him in the name of various universities, and finally got a position.According to the porter, he will be able to write next week with his address. When Frederick came to see Rosanne, she greeted him reluctantly, and she blamed him for abandoning her and running away.He repeatedly explained that the fire outside had ceased now, and it was all right, and only then did she calm down.Now everything is fine and there is nothing to worry about.He hugged her and kissed her, she claimed to support the Republic, learn from the Bishop of Paris, and emulate those who defend the motherland with their own actions, such as some officials, the State Council, the French Academy, the French Marshals, , all, all orthodox classes and Orleanists alike. The monarchy disappeared like this, the original fear was gone, and the bourgeoisie was deeply puzzled that they could still survive.Several bandits were shot without judgment, and no one disputed the matter.For a full month, people were talking about Lamartine's statement about the red flag: "The red flag only circled around the school grounds, but the tricolor..." and so on; The parties are concerned only with their own color of the tricolor; if a party becomes strong, it vows to get rid of those two colors. Because there is no business to do, people are uneasy, but they still want to join in the fun, and often go to the street to have a look.People no longer pursue clothing, narrow the gap between people, and hide their contradictions. What the people desire to see is a kind face.The joy of victory hangs on people's faces.People showed the cheerfulness of the carnival, and walked like going on a picnic; in the first few days, the scene of Paris was really incomparable. Frederick went for a walk in the street with Rosanie in his arms.She could not help being delighted to find the rosettes on the buttonholes of the people, the banners on the windows of every house, and the colorful notices on the walls.On the chair in the middle of the street was a money box to collect donations for the wounded, and Rosanne kept throwing money into it.She stopped before several cartoons, in which Louis Philippe was a cake seller, a charlatan, a dog and a blood-sucking leech.She felt a little intimidated when the subordinates she saw were all wearing sabers and shoulder straps.They also saw someone planting a few times.The priests competed to perform the ceremony, to bless and pray for the republic, surrounded by servants with golden armbands; and the people were pleased with everything.It's not uncommon to see representatives go to the city hall for everything big and small, and since every industry wants the government to solve their woes, they always want to bring something back from the city hall.Indeed, there are often people who go to the city hall to raise their opinions, congratulate them, or pay a visit to see if the government is functioning. On the twentieth of March, Frederick was going from Pont d'Arcole to the Latin Quarter to do something for Rosanie, when he met a group of people walking in front of them, wearing hats of different shapes and long hair. beard.A negro, who had been a model in the former studio, walked in front, beating a drum.A person raised the flag, and the words on the flag swayed in the wind, and the inscription: "Painting artist", he was Mr. Pellerin. He gestured to Frederick to wait for him, and he did come back five minutes later, just as the government, having received the stonemason, had time to come.He went with his colleagues to support the establishment of an art guild, that is, an exchange, where aesthetics can be studied; with extensive exchanges among art workers, extraordinary works will definitely be created.Paris will soon erect many tall monuments and the like; he may adorn them; he has begun to create a statue symbolizing the Republic.At this time, a colleague came to call him, saying that there are representatives of the poultry business waiting behind. "It's so stupid!" Someone in the crowd murmured in a low voice: "It's pure nonsense, without a decent word." He is Lerampa.Instead of speaking to Frederick, he took the opportunity to speak his mind. He roamed the streets all day long, stroking his beard and rolling his eyes. Whenever he heard any bad news, he would immediately spread it. He had two idioms: "Be careful, we are about to suffer!" Either: "Fuck it! They're stealing the republic!" He doesn't like anything, especially if we don't reclaim our natural borders.Whenever Lamartine was mentioned, he shrank his neck.He thinks Ludwig-Rolling "can't handle things" and Earl's Dupont as old rubbish; Albert as demented; Louis Browne as utopian; enemy.When Frederick asked him the solution, he took his arm and shook it desperately, telling him at the same time: "Take the Rhine, I tell you, take the Rhine! Fuck him!" Then he denounced the reactionaries. The tail of the reactionaries has already been revealed.The robbery at the palaces of Nayin and Surron, the arson at Batignolle, the riots at Lyons, all the atrocities, all the evils, are now being embellished and reported.He also talked about the proclamation of Ludwig Rollin, who forced the people to use banknotes, the interest on the national debt fell to sixty francs, and finally, they had to extract a tax of forty-five centimes, which was very unfair. The last trick I used was too scary!There is even more frightening, that is socialism!The great principles of socialism have been around for forty years, and its novel theories have filled libraries, scaring the bourgeoisie into restlessness all day long, as if something is pricking their skin.They are hated because the depth of their ideas arouses the wrath of the masses; the ideology is first disapproved, then famous, and, however absurd it may be, always overwhelms its adversary. In this way, ownership is admired by people, and not extolled by religious circles, and is equal to God.Attacking ownership is tantamount to slandering God, or making people who believe in Buddhism open their mouths.Although the ownership system emphasizes unprecedented humanitarianism, the ghosts of 1993 have begun to move again. If you speak a word about the Republic, you will be sent to the guillotine; however, this still cannot stop people from holding back the decline of the Republic contempt.There was nothing France could do. Like a blind man who had lost his stick, or like an unattended baby, it was screaming in panic. Of all the people in France, M. Dombrose was the most disturbed.New ideas were a threat to his industry, especially as his old brain was out of step.What a wise policy in the past!The emperor is so sage again!is this real?The world is dying!The next day, he fired three servants and sold a few horses.In order to make it easier for him to go shopping in the street, he bought a soft hat and grew a mustache; he sat at home dejectedly, tasted the newspaper that was against his way of thinking, and became Even the story of Flocon's pipe could not make him laugh. He was an official of the former government, and he was afraid that the people would come to revenge and destroy his property in Champagne.At this time, he suddenly saw the article that Frederick had written day and night.He then considered his young friend an important person.As for Frederick, it's impossible to do anything for him.It is still possible to protect his interests.So, one morning, led by Martinon, M. Dombrose went to call on Frederick himself. He said that there was no other purpose in this visit, he just wanted to visit him and chat with him.He follows all recent developments, marveling with heartfelt admiration for "our great oaths: liberty, equality, fraternity, and he has always kept a republican at heart." He had elected cabinets in previous administrations only to hasten it inherent destruction.He also scolded Mr. Guizot, "We all know that he drove us to a corner! Instead, he praised Lamartine vigorously, praised his outstanding performance, and he also talked about the red flag..." "Yes! I know all about it," said Frederick. Then he pitied the workers again. "Generally speaking, we are basically workers!" He also justly said that Proudhon's thinking is in line with the will of the people. "Yes! Quite right! Fuck him!" He immediately spoke of the exhibition with all his wit and wit, and he had seen Pellerin's painting.He thinks his paintings are very characteristic and unique in style. Martinon is nodding to his words; he also understands that he should "stand honestly with the Republic", he talks about his father who is a farmer, and insists that he is a farmer and cultivates the land.Then they spoke of the elections to the National Assembly, of the candidate from the Fortelle district, and felt that it was impossible for the opposition to be chosen. "You should go for the Opposition!" said Dombrose. Frederick quarreled that it was useless. "Ouch! How can there be no play?" With his knowledge, Frederick can get the votes of the radicals, and because of his power, he can get the votes of the conservatives.Dombrose smiled and continued, "Perhaps you can still take my credit!" Frederick didn't agree with him, he didn't know what to do with himself.In fact, this is the simplest, just go to a club in the capital to introduce yourself to the patriots in Aube Province, there is no need to swear an oath every day; as long as he solemnly expresses his attitude. "Read me the speech; I know what to say on what occasion! Let me tell you, you can contribute to the country and the people." People look out for each other in these days; if Frederick needs anything, or if it's his friend... "Ah! Thank you so much, my lord!" "Help each other, you're welcome!" Dombrose was very friendly indeed.Frederick was still really thinking about his proposal; he felt a little dizzy, with a spin in his eyes. He thought of a great man of the National Assembly.He saw the dawn.Rome, Vienna, Berlin, are shaken, the Austrians are expelled from Venice; all Europe is in turmoil.It's time to get involved in the movement, and maybe it's time to speed up the process; there is another thing that makes him yearn for, and that is to hear that future MPs will be uniformed.He seemed to see that he had put on a lapel vest and a three-color belt; he was a little moved, and the illusion became more and more real, so he poured out his thoughts to Dusadier. This upright young man is also full of passion. "Yes! That's good! You must run for election!" Frederick still didn't forget to ask Délorier for his opinion.De Lolier was resisted by corrupt reactionaries in the provinces, igniting his yearning for liberalism.He wrote back immediately, fully supporting him. However, Frederick needed more people to support him.So, one day, in front of Miss Wanas, he told Rosanne what he thought. Warners joins the ranks of celibates in Paris.Every night after class, they try to find a way to sell some small pictures, or sell manuscripts for others. When they get home, their dresses are covered with mud, and they have to cook their own meals and eat alone; Toasting her feet by the fire with an oil lamp, dreaming of love, family, house, money and all that she didn't have.Therefore, like many others, she regarded the revolution as a weapon of revenge, accepted it, and then threw herself into the ranks of promoting socialism with passion. Warners thought that the proletariat could only be free if women were free.In order to allow women to engage in various occupations, the issue of husband's rights should be resolved first.It is necessary to re-legislate, rewrite the existing marriage laws, and establish a more perfect marriage system.At that time, a French woman can only marry a French man and get a husband's inheritance.Both wet nurses and midwives should be paid by the state.Set up a special agency to monitor women's rights, have a special service magazine for women, set up a women's craft school, and have a national guard to protect women's interests. Women's interests must be taken into account in everything.Today's government despises women's rights, and they will use force to solve the problem.If thousands of women can stand up and use their rights to fight against them, the city government will shudder! She thought that Frederick's candidacy would help her realize her wish.She supported him and made him see hope.Rosanne agreed, too, and one of her men would be a councilor. "Maybe, you can occupy a good position." Frederick himself has all the shortcomings and is suffering from madness.He wrote a speech and submitted it to Mr. Dombrose for review. With a bang, the door closed, and the curtain on a window was gently drawn; a woman stuck her head out.He didn't make out in time who she was; coming to the vestibule, he stopped when he saw a picture, which was by Pellerin and must have been there by chance. On the screen, Christ Jesus is driving a locomotive through a large forest. This may refer to the Republic, or it may represent human development or civilization.Frederick watched for a minute, and exclaimed: "Really boring!" "Indeed!" Dombrose happened to come out of the room at this time, and upon hearing this sentence, he misunderstood Frederick's words, thinking that he was talking about the meaning represented by the painting, not the painting.At this moment Martinon also came.They went into the study together, and Frederick took out his manuscript.At this time, Miss Cecil suddenly ran in and asked ignorantly: "Is aunt here?" "You should know that she is not here," Dombrose answered her. "You're welcome! It's just like you are at home, miss." "Thanks! I have to go." As soon as she left, Martinon pretended not to find the handkerchief. "My handkerchief is in my coat pocket, I forgot it, sorry!" "Well, go and get it!" said Mr. Dombrose. It seemed that this did not fool Mr. Dombrose, and seemed quite satisfied.what is the problem?Martinon would be back in a moment, and Frederick read from his speech.He said on the second page that people who value money are mean, and Dombrose grimaced at this.The following is about reform, and Frederick advocates trade liberalization. "Why? ... Oh! Sorry, I just wanted to ask!" Frederick didn't seem to hear, and continued to talk.He proposed increasing income tax, progressive taxation, uniting European organizations, emphasizing public education, and rewarding artistic talents. "Wouldn't it be nice if the state would spend a hundred thousand francs a year on the likes of Delacroix and Hugo?" His speech ended with a lot of advice for the government. "Bourgeois nobles, have mercy! Don't be too stingy!" He stopped talking and just stood there in a daze.Neither of his listeners spoke; Martinon stared wide-eyed, M. Dombrose pale.In the end, he smiled shyly and covered it up. "That's great, you've done a great job!" He raved about his speech, but didn't mention what it was about. This young man, who he thought was insignificant, was able to speak such harsh words, which surprised him, as if it foreshadowed something.Martinon was doing his best to reassure him.It will not be long before the Conservatives are bound to intervene; in many cities the members of the Provisional Government have already been kicked out.The election date has been selected as April 23, and there is still plenty of time to prepare.总之，唐布罗士先生一定要亲自到奥布省跑一趟；从那时开始，马蒂农就一直跟随着他，当他的随从，侍候着他。 弗雷德利克兴致冲冲地到萝莎妮家去。戴勒马刚好也在，并且对他说：他成了塞纳区的竞选候选人。在《告人民书》中，戴勒马称群众为“您”，还吹牛说能善解民意，会为人民谋福利，他甘愿让艺术来束缚自己，说自己是民众的代表和领袖。他确信自己在群众中享有盛名，即将成为内阁成员，他还主动请战，申请独自一人去制止一场暴乱；当问他日后采取的措施时，他回答道： “甭担心！我会用我的脑袋做担保的！” 弗雷德利克想让他丢丑，就对戴勒马说，他自己也参加竞选了。当听到日后的同行看准了外省，戴勒马就甘愿替他卖命，带他去各俱乐部走一走。 他们走遍了所有的俱乐部，红色的，蓝色的，大怒的，温和的，庄严的，涣散的，秘密的，公开的，以及处死君主的俱乐部，还有控告食品杂货店假公济私的俱乐部，没有漏掉一个。走到哪都可以听到房客痛骂房主，穿劳动服的痛恨穿礼服的，有钱人想谋穷人的反。有些曾经被警察局逼迫的人，索取赔偿；有人要求在金钱上予以资助，用来研究科研，还有要求赞助用以实现法朗斯泰尔计划，宣布村镇市场和计划，提出建设公共福利设施。随处可见那些有一丝灵气的人在愚蠢的政府内穿堂而过，到处都是怨声载道，骂一句就可以制定一条法律。一个光着膀子的泥瓦匠，在身上拴了一条刀带，也同样可以去讲演。还有一位贵族老爷，温柔和善，关心的是穷人的事情，他有意不洗手，给人以长满老茧的样子。一位爱国人士说破了他，因此便有一些有名望的人来数落他，气得他愤愤地走开了。为了显示自己的才能，你可以不停地责备律师，最好用上一些美妙的句子：“为国家添——砖——加——瓦，——民众问题，——工厂。” 戴勒马没有错过讲演的时机；在他编不出来时，他的习惯性动作就是用拳头顶住屁股，另一只手放进背心里，猛地扭过身子，让人们看到他的脸。人们就会用掌声来回报他，华娜丝就在大厅的人群里鼓掌呢。 虽然弗雷德利克想成为讲演者的愿望很强烈，可是他没有胆量去闯。他认为这些人都太鲁莽，都怀有敌意。 但是杜萨迪埃反而在为他打探着，在圣雅克街为他找了一间“智慧俱乐部”。这个美丽的名字给他带来了无限的期望。况且，杜萨迪埃还招来了一群朋友给他压阵。 凡是过去喝过他酒的人都被他请来了：管家，卖酒的，工程师，佩勒林也来了，可能余索内过一会儿也能来。门口的过道上，站着列冉巴和两位先生，他们是诚实的贡板，长得又矮又粗，脸上有很多麻子，眼睛红红的；还有一个是黑人，一头浓发，因为他是一位巴塞罗那的爱国人士，列冉巴才结识他的。 走过甬道，他们到了一间大房子里，很明显这是工匠们的工作室，墙刚刷过，还能闻到石灰味。一串挂了四盏煤油灯，射出的光线很难看。最里边的阳台上，放了一张带铃的办公桌，平台下边的一张桌子作为讲台，两边各有两张矮桌，是留给秘书的位置。凳子上坐着的听众有老画工、学监、未成名的作家。那些油乎乎、脏兮兮的听众中，不难看到一个个女人的便帽和工人的粗布工作服。大厅的最后边堆了很多工人，他们可能是闲得无聊，也可能是被讲演者所吸引来助威的。 弗雷德利克谨慎地坐在杜萨迪埃和列冉巴中间，列冉巴的双手一直握住手杖，下巴拄在手背上，闭着眼睛；戴勒马站在大厅的另一侧，巡视着会场。 这时，主席台上走来了塞内卡。 他的好朋友杜萨迪埃暗想，塞内卡的到来一定会令弗雷德利克快乐的；但是事实却不是这样，弗雷德利克很不高兴。 人民都非常尊敬主席——塞内卡。他就是在二月二十五日参与希望马上建立劳工会的成员之一；第二天，他在普拉多发起了攻占市政府的运动。凡是参加竞选的人都想方设法模仿一位有知名度的人，或是圣鞠斯特、，也有人找到了，而主席则尽力去与布朗基较量，布朗基去效仿。塞内卡戴了一双黑手套，剃个平头，给人一副庄重而威严的感觉。 他主持开会，宣读了人权和公民权，算是一种忠心为国的誓言。然后，传出了一阵雄厚的贝朗瑞的歌曲。 又有一些人叫喊起来。 “闭嘴！ 闭嘴！不听这支歌！” “要唱！”后面的爱国人士喊道。 接下来是大合唱《鸭舌帽》： 如果碰到鸭舌帽，你要摘礼帽！ 如果碰到了工人，你要快跪下！ 塞内卡一开口讲话，全场一片寂静。有个秘书在收集信件。 有几个年轻人声称，他们每晚都要到先贤祠焚烧一刊，他们希望爱国人士都来效仿他们。 “可以！我们同意！”人们回答说。 “排字工约翰·雅克·朗葛列纳，家住太妃街，希望人们给立座纪念碑。” 周围爆发出一阵掌声；也有一些人悄悄地问身边的人：什么是热月死难者。 从前，有个教授叫米歇尔·埃瓦里斯特·内波缪塞纳·凡桑，他要求欧洲的民主党派统一语言。采用古代的某种语言，例如拉丁语。 “不行！不能讲拉丁语！”建筑师高声喊道。 “为什么不能？”一位学监插嘴问道。 接下来就是两个人的一场争执，还有另外一部分人也参与了，大家各抒己见，相互间吹嘘自己，很多人都讨厌这次争辩，于是，很多人都离开了。 可是，一个矮个子老人有急事需要通报；他高高的脑门，戴着一副绿边眼镜。 他通报的是一个有关分摊税款的报告，他在那里源源不断地念着一串串数字！人们也厌倦了，刚开始只是小声地谈论着，慢慢就变成了一片嘈杂声；但是他依然不慌不忙地读着，没有什么能够打断他的话。于是人们对他起哄。塞内卡便出面指责大家。老头的讲演仍在继续。想让他停下来，只能去掐他的胳膊。这时老头才猛然一惊，慢腾腾地摘下了眼镜。 “对不起大家！实在抱歉！我不讲了！请原谅！” 人们对这次讲演的态度，深深地影响了弗雷德利克。虽然他的衣袋里有讲演稿，可是，他仍觉得想到哪儿，说到哪最好了。 最后，塞内卡主席宣告了选举这个重大事情。他们不会去研究共和国的选举名单。但是，“智慧俱乐部”不同于其他俱乐部，它可以重新开一份名单，“不会顾及市政府的贵族老爷们同意与否”，完全由那些夺取到民主权利的人民选举委员来决定。 “快开始吧！”杜萨迪埃说。 一个鬈发的男人，穿了件黑衣服，一脸的焦急不安，早就伸出了手请求讲演。他有些口吃，费了半天劲才讲出自己的名字，他叫杜克列托，是个传教士，又是个农业学者，著有《肥料》。于是人们轰他去园艺学小组讲演。 接下来上台演讲的是一个平民，身宽体壮，面容和善，头发油光光的。他用目空一切的眼光将会场扫了一遍，头往脑后一甩，两手叉腰说道： “兄弟们，你们好！你们赶跑了杜克列托。这太好了，但是这并不说明我们不信奉宗教，我们可都是真正的教徒。” 人们都在洗耳恭听，似乎都是刚入教的新教徒，个个都那么虔诚。 “我们并不是对教士都抱着这种态度，大家也都信教！工人们也是教徒，正如我们社会主义的开拓者——主耶稣基督也同样信奉宗教一样！” 宣告上帝主宰一切的时刻到来了！喜讯已经传到了，推翻了奴隶制的统治，也该推翻无产阶级。我们都经历了太多的痛苦，幸福生活就要来到了！ “幸福生活来源于信奉基督……” “您在讽刺我们吗？”一个酒商喊道，“什么地方冒出这么个吃斋饭的人来？” 他这一喊不要紧，激起了公愤。所有在场的人几乎都站到了凳子上，带有一种磨刀霍霍的架势，高声痛斥道：“资产阶级！混蛋！”塞内尔主席使劲地晃着铃，嘴里不停地喊道：“保持肃静！肃静！”但是那个酒商毫不理会，借着刚刚喝过的三杯咖啡的劲儿，拼命地折腾着。 “我怎么了！资产阶级！滚开吧！” 由于他的强烈要求，主席被迫答应给他一个解释的机会，他说：谁都不可能长久地和平相处，刚刚有人讲到了节省问题，我觉得最有效的办法是拆除教堂、圣爵，取消所有的宗教活动。 有一个人站出来表示不满，批讦他讲得太离谱。 “不错，我讲得是有些离谱了！但是，在一艘船遇到风暴……” 他的话还没说完，就又有一个人站起来答道： “你的话有道理！只是一时还解决不了这么多，就像一个泥瓦工黑白不分地……” “您这是在对泥瓦工进行人身攻击！”一个浑身是泥灰的群众高声叫喊起来。他强调这是对他的污辱，便破口大骂，甚至操起凳子准备动武。三个人都招架不住他。 那个工人仍旧站在讲台上。直到两位秘书叫他下来，他仍旧对听众的粗鲁态度表示不满。 “谁都别想堵住我的嘴，我要为亲爱的法兰西欢呼！我永远热爱法兰西共和国！” “大家注意！请注意！”贡板这时又说话了。 在他的高声叫喊下，会场总算静下来了，将他那双看似不灵活的红手放在讲台上，直起了腰身，眯缝着眼睛说： “我觉得应该将革命队伍再扩充一下。” 人们都屏住了呼吸，似乎自己听错了。 “没错！扩充革命俱乐部！” 周围爆发出强烈的哄笑声，直笑得地动山摇。面对这些狂笑的面孔，贡板吓得后退了几步。接着又气冲冲地说道： “你们怎么连革命俱乐部都不知道！” 会场上出现了一阵骚乱，疯了一般。人们直笑得直不起腰来，有的人还坐到了地上，还有跌到凳子下面的。贡板再也无法忍耐了，灰溜溜地逃回了列冉巴身旁，想拽他离开。 “不行！我得坚持到最后！”列冉巴说。 他的话无疑给了弗雷德利克力量，他打算上台了；就在他左顾右盼想拉朋友给他助阵时，看到前面的佩勒林已经走上了讲台。他威风凛凛地对大家说： “我想打探一下，大家哪一位是艺术界的参选者？我本人画了一张画……” “我们不看什么画！”一个干瘦的男子无礼地吼道，他的面部有些红痣。 佩勒林警告他，不要打扰别人讲话。 但是，又有一个人很伤感地问道： “是不是政府睛就该清除娼妓和救济穷人呢？” 这句话得到了共鸣，接下来他便大肆斥责大都市的堕落。 “卑鄙！无耻！应该到资产阶级的老巢里抓住他们，往他们身上吐口水！最起码，政府不该纵容嫖娼！但是，哨所中的官员常对我们的女儿和姐妹们无礼……” 角落里传出一句： “太可笑了！” “哄下去！” “他们榨我们的油，来过那种奢侈糜烂的生活，因此，演员可得到很大的收入……” “让我说几句！”戴勒马叫道。 他一跃，上了讲台，所有人都被推开，他做好了演讲的准备；他说自己不喜欢这枯燥的斥责，讲起了喜剧演员肩负着宣传知识的重任。剧院是国民教育的源泉，他赞成剧院改革；第一个要撤经理的职，消灭特权！ “好！坚决反对所有特权！” 他的演说激发了大家，人们开始提一些毁灭性的口号： “撤掉科学院！打倒法兰西学院！” “铲除教堂！” “废除学位！” “消灭大学的学位！” “应该保留学位！”塞内卡主席说，“可是获取学位需要普选，人民才是可信的！” 而且，这还不是最好的方法。首要的是先达到贵族们的生活水准。他描述了一些罪恶深重的贵族们住着豪华的住宅；那些创造知识和财富的贫民，反而躲在破茅屋里忍饥挨饿。会场上的掌声如汹涌的浪涛，压倒了他的声音。他便闭目而待，整整有几分钟过去了，他那仰起的头，像在他所制造的浪头上摇晃着。 随后，他果断地发言；似乎他讲的每句话，都是法律。银行和保险公司该由国家来经营。要撤销遗产继承法。为劳动人民创立基金会。他还谈到了许多日后可以适用的方法；眼前，这些方法足已。他又开始讲有关竞选的问题： “我们要做真正的主人，新时期的公民！谁愿意勇敢地站出来吗？” 弗雷德利克马上站了起来。他的朋友们在私下里称赞他。但是塞内卡却装出一副铁面无私的神情，询问他的姓名，来历，经历和品德。 弗雷德利克咬着牙，简单地对自己做了介绍。塞内卡主席询问是否有人认为他不够竞选条件。 回答是：没有。 但是塞内卡却有意见。于是，人们都竖起了耳朵，直起了腰身听他说。他说，此人曾允诺捐款给一家报社，可是却没有兑现。还有，二月二十二日，尽管一再通知他，但是他却没能去先贤祠广场开会。 “我担保，他当时在杜伊勒里宫！”杜萨迪埃叫着说。 “您敢保证在先贤祠遇到他了吗？” 杜萨迪埃垂下了头。弗雷德利克一言不发；他的朋友们没了面子，忧虑地看着他。 “起码，”塞内卡又问，“您难道就找不到一位能证明您行为的爱国人士吗？” “我可以保证！”杜萨迪埃说。 “不行！一个人不够！还要再找一个！” 弗雷德利克扭头看了看佩勒林。佩勒林却打着手势告诉他： “老朋友，他们刚刚丢了我的丑！没办法！我也无能为力！” 弗雷德利克便用肘部捅了捅列冉巴。 “噢！到时候了！我该上去了！” “大家好，我来介绍一位巴塞罗那的爱国人士！”列冉巴跨过平台，指着身后的一个西班牙人说道。 那人很有礼貌地鞠了一躬，生硬地咕噜着他的白眼珠，把一只手压在胸部说： “大家好！我非常珍惜大家给我这个机会，你们真的太善良了，简直是关怀备至。” “请允许我讲演！”弗雷德利克喊道。 “颁布卡迪斯宪法这个西班牙的自由条款以来，到刚刚结束的大革命，曾有成千上万的英雄卫士为国捐躯了。” 弗雷德利克又提了提嗓门，希望大家能够听清楚他的话： “但是，公民们！……” 西班牙人接着说： “在下周二，准备在玛德兰教堂举行一个悼念活动。” “太滑稽了，没人能明白！” 这句无礼的话遭到了大家的责骂。 “滚下去！把他赶出去！” “哪个？是我吗？”弗雷德利克问道。 “就是你！”塞内卡威严地说：“走吧！” 他站起来往外走，但是伊比利亚人的叫喊声始终萦绕在他耳边： “所有的西班牙人都希望看到各家俱乐部和国民警卫军的代表聚在一起。由巴黎的一位牧师来念一篇纪念西班牙和全世界和平的悼词，仪式在佳音厅举行。我不是这个国家的人，可是我高兴叫法兰西人民为世界上最勇敢的人民。法兰西人民是无上光荣的！” “资产者！”一个无耻之徒呼叫着，朝弗雷德利克打去；弗雷德利克愤怒极了，拼命地逃到了院子里。 他埋怨自己太诚实，他没有考虑大家的斥责是正确的。想当参选者，这个想法多无聊呀！但是，他们更愚昧，更无能！他衡量一下，认为他们才是愚蠢的，似乎对他是一种安慰。 接下来，他想到了该去看望一下萝莎妮。遭受了这么大的打击之后，或许她那柔嫩的肌肤可以疗伤。她明明知道今晚他要去俱乐部参选。但是他进门时，她什么都没问。 她正坐在火炉旁，拆一件长袍的衬里。看见她干这种活计，他很奇怪。 “嘿！你干什么呢？” “难道你没看见吗！”她不情愿地回答，“我在补我的衣服。这才是你的共和国！” “怎么是我的共和国呢？” “难倒是我的共和国吗？” 她将两个月来发生在法兰西的所有事情都怪到他头上，指责是他引发了战争，致使人民遭受损失，富人们都撤离了巴黎，她用不了多久也可能死在医院里。 “你有收入，你能够潇洒自如地谈论革命！但是，继续下去，你的收入也不会长久的！” “或许你说的对，”弗雷德利克说，“精忠为国的人大家都看不到，如果一个人丧失了良知，同那些愚昧的家伙混为一谈，也会瞧不起忘我精神的！” “噢？你说什么？什么是忘我精神呀？这么说你失败了？太好了！这样你就再也不会去献爱心了，真是个不错的教训！好了！不用瞒我！我清楚你捐了三百法郎，因为她需要人来供养，你的共和国！行了，我善良的人！去跟你的共和国玩吧！” 她的这些可笑的话，把弗雷德利克从开始的懊恼推向了绝望的深渊。 他缩到了角落里。她来到他面前。 “喂！来谈谈吧！国家是今大家，必须得有领头人；如果不这样，谁都来抓一把了。没有人不清楚勒德律一罗林欠了一屁股债！那个拉马丁，一个诗人如何能涉入政界呢？嘿！你晃头也没用，傻乎乎的认为自己很聪明，我说得没错吧！可是你一直挑三拣四的，不能容忍别人跟你争辩！那个富尼埃·封丹，在圣罗希开了一间店，但是你清楚他缺少多少钱？八十万法郎！那个高梅，那个包装工人，是个共和党，竟然用火钳打妻子的头，整天喝着苦艾酒，就快被送到医院去了。他们这些共和党，都一个样！不值钱的共和国！好了！你接着去吹牛吧！” 弗雷德利克离开了。她能讲出如此下流的话，无疑将她的愚蠢和无聊一览无遗，令他气愤不已。如此看来，自己还真有点爱国呢。 萝莎妮的脾气越来越坏。华娜丝正在用自己的关怀去感化她。她以为自己有义务来开导她，于是同她一起大肆议论，并向她宣传教育；她了解的比她朋友多，便不断地传授给她。 有一天，华娜丝来对余索内大发雷霆，原因是他在妇女俱乐部讲了许多无耻的话。但是萝莎妮却支持他的行为，还声称准备女扮男装去“提醒她们自己应该怎么做；而且还将抽打她们。”恰好这时，弗雷德利克进来了。 “你跟我一块去，是不是？” 不管他的存在，他们以一个女资产者和一个女哲学家的身份争执不休。 萝莎妮的说法是，女人就是为了爱情，为了相夫教子而活着的。 而华娜丝则认为，妇女在国家中应占一席之地。古时候，高卢妇女制定过法律，还有盎格鲁一萨克逊妇女，胡龙人的妻子可以成为国务院议员。为国家的建设出力人人有责。妇女应该参政议政，用博大的情怀克服个人主义，让集体来代替个人，以聪明的才智打破割据的体制。 “好了！好了！你也开始讲道理了！” “怎么能不讲呢？话又说回来，这是与人类利益相关的事，代表人类的将来。” “你还是关心一下自己吧！” “那也就是我的事！” 她们都在赌气。弗雷德利克便上前去给她们调解。华娜丝争执得脸通红通红的，她是维护共产主义的。 “真是无理！”萝莎妮说，“共产主义真的能够成为现实吗？” 华娜丝引用古今事例，讲到了爱塞教，摩拉维亚信士会，还有巴拉圭的基督教和住在奥弗涅省梯也区旁边的班贡家人的事例，用这些来替自己辩解。就在她手舞足蹈之际，她的表带勾住了小金羊镯子中了。 萝莎妮立即满脸刷白。 华娜丝仍在耐心地分开她的首饰。 “不要白费心机了，”萝莎妮说，“如今我已经理解了你的政治思想。” “你说什么？”华娜丝红着脸问道。 “是的！你理解了！” 弗雷德利克被弄得丈二和尚摸不着头脑。看来，她们之间发生了一件比社会主义更有意义、更实际的事。 “是这样的，没错吧？”华娜丝答道，倔强地直起了腰板，“这都是从别人那儿拿来的，以债抵债嘛！” “嘿！我是欠了债！也只是几千法郎，有什么关系呢！而那也是我借的，不是窃取的呀！” 华娜丝小姐勉强笑了笑。 “我起誓！我可以发毒誓！” “小心！小心那样身体会吃不消的。” 这位小姐朝她伸过一只手来，正好伸到她的脸上： “只是你的情夫们还认为我可以同他们在一起呢！” “他们都是安达卢西亚人吧？他们的声音很响的！” "Dirty!" 萝莎妮行了一个大礼说道： “谁下流也不如你呀！” 华娜丝小姐没理睬。头上渗出了豆大的汗珠。她一直看着地板，喘息着。后来，她来到门口，使足了力气拉开门，说道： “晚安！咱们走着瞧吧！” “随你吧！”萝莎妮说。 萝莎妮躺在沙发上，心里难过极了，全身颤抖，还不停地骂人，泪水不住地往下淌。是否是受到了华娜丝小姐的恐吓？wrong!她才不会理会呢！想来想去，可能是什么人欠了她的债？欠的不是钱，是金羊，是一件礼物；她哭着哭着，不由得冒出了戴勒马的名字。噢，想不到她是喜欢这个家伙啊！ “唉！那她为什么要跟我亲热呢？”弗雷德利克自问道，“干吗戴勒马还离不开她呢？是什么驱使她缠住我的呢？这到底是为什么？” 萝莎妮仍旧在那儿抽泣着。她一直侧身躺在沙发边上，双手托着右半边脸，宛若一个柔弱的小精灵，显得可怜兮兮的，弗雷德利克忍不住走过去，轻轻地吻了吻她的脑门。 她做了许多亲热的表示；亲王逃走了，他们自由了。但是现在，她觉得——钱不够用。“你那天都目睹了，我用的依然是旧衬里。”如今马车也没了！连家具也要被家具商运回去了，包括卧房和大客厅的所有家具。她已经无计可施了。 弗雷德利克想马上告诉她：“不必担心，我可以替你应付的！”只是，这可能是她的一个骗术。他已经有过教训，学精了。他也只是劝慰了她一下。 萝莎妮说的都是实情；她不得不退掉家具，搬出德鲁奥街的豪华住房。她到渔妇街找了一间五楼的房子。她过去房间的古玩，足足能把三个房间装点得漂漂亮亮。她有几张中国百叶帘，有一张凉台上的帷幔，客厅里还放着全新的麻将台布，连带着几个粉红丝绸的圆形坐垫。为了买这些东西，弗雷德利克曾资助过她。他感觉到这像是自己的房子，她是自己的太太一样，令他欣喜。他很喜欢这儿，几乎每天夜里都在这儿度过。 一天早晨，就在他即将离开前厅时，突然看到一个戴国民警卫军帽子的人由四层的楼梯走上来。他到底去哪儿？弗雷德利克想搞清楚。那个军人稍稍垂着头，一直往上走。突然，那人抬起了头，竟然是阿尔努先生。事情已明了了。他们都臊红了脸，都觉得不好意思。 阿尔努最先开口的。 “她好点了吗？”好像萝莎妮病了似的，他是专程来探病的。 弗雷德利克也将计就计，说： “可能是吧，反正她的女佣跟我是这样讲的。”他有意这样说，是告诉阿尔努，萝莎妮没有招待过他。 接下来，两个人相对而立，都在犹豫，相互打量着，想斗一斗看谁能坚持住。这次还是阿尔努来打破僵局的。 “啊！好啦！我抽时间再来吧！您准备去哪儿？我可以陪陪你！” 于是，他们走到了大街上，同以往一样，阿尔努在悠闲地跟他聊天。看起来他这个人并不爱猜疑，也许他根本就是个善良的人，不会发火的。 还有，就是他在替国家效力。如今，他不可能不穿制服了。三月二十九日，他参加了保卫馆的战斗。在不法之徒强行闯入议院时，他很勇敢地冲上前去，最后，他被邀请参加了为亚眠省国民警卫军准备的庆功宴。 余索内始终同他在一起，朝他要的酒和烟，比谁都多；但是余索内对什么都无所谓，爱批讦他，污蔑法律，批评它文法不通，嘲讽所举行过的各种会议，讥笑。他看什么都不顺眼，就连农用车也不喜欢，他觉得这种车应该用牛拉，而不是用马来拉。而且车子旁边还挤着一堆丑丫头。但是阿尔努就不同了，他在为政府效力，力求党派合作。但是他的买卖却收入太少，有些提心吊胆的。 阿尔努并不介意弗雷德利克和萝莎妮的关系：亲王离开以后，当阿尔努又一次支付给她生活