"I shall succeed,child,"he said,"and then I will repay you for such love and devotion.""Pshaw!"said Coralie."Are you satisfied?""I should be very hard to please if I were not.""Very well,then,that smile of yours pays for everything,"she said,and with a serpentine movement she raised her head and laid her lips against his.
When they went back to the others,Florine,Lousteau,Matifat,and Camusot were setting out the card-tables.Lucien's friends began to arrive,for already these folk began to call themselves "Lucien's friends";and they sat over the cards from nine o'clock till midnight.
Lucien was unacquainted with a single game,but Lousteau lost a thousand francs,and Lucien could not refuse to lend him the money when he asked for it.
Michel,Fulgence,and Joseph appeared about ten o'clock;and Lucien,chatting with them in a corner,saw that they looked sober and serious enough,not to say ill at ease.D'Arthez could not come,he was finishing his book;Leon Giraud was busy with the first number of his review;so the brotherhood had sent three artists among their number,thinking that they would feel less out of their element in an uproarious supper party than the rest.
"Well,my dear fellows,"said Lucien,assuming a slightly patronizing tone,"the 'comical fellow'may become a great public character yet,you see.""I wish I may be mistaken;I don't ask better,"said Michel.
"Are you living with Coralie until you can do better?"asked Fulgence.
"Yes,"said Lucien,trying to look unconscious."Coralie had an elderly adorer,a merchant,and she showed him the door,poor fellow.
I am better off than your brother Philippe,"he added,addressing Joseph Bridau;"he does not know how to manage Mariette.""You are a man like another now;in short,you will make your way,"said Fulgence.
"A man that will always be the same for you,under all circumstances,"returned Lucien.
Michel and Fulgence exchanged incredulous scornful smiles at this.
Lucien saw the absurdity of his remark.
"Coralie is wonderfully beautiful,"exclaimed Joseph Bridau."What a magnificent portrait she would make!""Beautiful and good,"said Lucien;"she is an angel,upon my word.And you shall paint her portrait;she shall sit to you if you like for your Venetian lady brought by the old woman to the senator.""All women who love are angelic,"said Michel Chrestien.
Just at that moment Raoul Nathan flew upon Lucien,and grasped both his hands and shook them in a sudden access of violent friendship.
"Oh,my good friend,you are something more than a great man,you have a heart,"cried he,"a much rarer thing than genius in these days.You are a devoted friend.I am yours,in short,through thick and thin;Ishall never forget all that you have done for me this week."Lucien's joy had reached the highest point;to be thus caressed by a man of whom everyone was talking!He looked at his three friends of the brotherhood with something like a superior air.Nathan's appearance upon the scene was the result of an overture from Merlin,who sent him a proof of the favorable review to appear in to-morrow's issue.
"I only consented to write the attack on condition that I should be allowed to reply to it myself,"Lucien said in Nathan's ear."I am one of you."This incident was opportune;it justified the remark which amused Fulgence.Lucien was radiant.
"When d'Arthez's book comes out,"he said,turning to the three,"I am in a position to be useful to him.That thought in itself would induce me to remain a journalist.""Can you do as you like?"Michel asked quickly.
"So far as one can when one is indispensable,"said Lucien modestly.
It was almost midnight when they sat down to supper,and the fun grew fast and furious.Talk was less restrained in Lucien's house than at Matifat's,for no one suspected that the representatives of the brotherhood and the newspaper writers held divergent opinions.Young intellects,depraved by arguing for either side,now came into conflict with each other,and fearful axioms of the journalistic jurisprudence,then in its infancy,hurtled to and fro.Claude Vignon,upholding the dignity of criticism,inveighed against the tendency of the smaller newspapers,saying that the writers of personalities lowered themselves in the end.Lousteau,Merlin,and Finot took up the cudgels for the system known by the name of blague;puffery,gossip,and humbug,said they,was the test of talent,and set the hall-mark,as it were,upon it."Any man who can stand that test has real power,"said Lousteau.
"Besides,"cried Merlin,"when a great man receives ovations,there ought to be a chorus in insults to balance,as in a Roman triumph.""Oho!"put in Lucien;"then every one held up to ridicule in print will fancy that he has made a success.""Any one would think that the question interested you,"exclaimed Finot.
"And how about our sonnets,"said Michel Chrestien;"is that the way they will win us the fame of a second Petrarch?""Laura already counts for something in his fame,"said Dauriat,a pun [Laure (l'or)]received with acclamations.
"Faciamus experimentum in anima vili,"retorted Lucien with a smile.
"And woe unto him whom reviewers shall spare,flinging him crowns at his first appearance,for he shall be shelved like the saints in their shrines,and no man shall pay him the slightest attention,"said Vernou.
"People will say,'Look elsewhere,simpleton;you have had your due already,'as Champcenetz said to the Marquis de Genlis,who was looking too fondly at his wife,"added Blondet.
"Success is the ruin of a man in France,"said Finot."We are so jealous of one another that we try to forget,and to make others forget,the triumphs of yesterday.""Contradiction is the life of literature,in fact,"said Claude Vignon.
"In art as in nature,there are two principles everywhere at strife,"exclaimed Fulgence;"and victory for either means death.""So it is with politics,"added Michel Chrestien.
