"But, Monsieur le Comte, did you not just avow that Russia's power is in her material force? In that case, what is the Russian spirit, and how shall she inspire others with a spirit which is actually incompatible with strength?"
"The contradiction is not so apparent. Our spirit is to destroy all those who do not think with us. We were wrong to deceive Poland with fallacious promises; between us it is a battle to the death. Her annihilation is our end, and always has been."
"And what will come out of the ruins?"
"An enormous Russia, a Russia semi-civilized,--paleoslav, democratic, and social, with a Czar at the head. A republic, if you will, _democ-soc_, as they said in 1848, with a hereditary president clothed with dictatorial authority, and to the eyes of the ignorant ma.s.ses of a sacred and divine character. I am a n.o.ble; but to tell the truth, in Russia n.o.bility does not exist. It never has existed, and never will.
All Russians are equally under the knout."
This expression of the republic, _democ-soc_, even in the mouth of Bavorof, sounded so badly to the ears of Pikulinski, that this time he suppressed the "yes," and, under pretext of the nose-bleed that he had in reserve, hid his face in his handkerchief.
Jacob, after taking the tour of the _salon_ two or three times, took his leave.
"Who is this man?" asked the count. "Is he really a Jew?"
"Yes," replied Muse; "and there are many Israelites here who are as well educated."
"And have they the same ideas?"
"Not by any means," replied Sofronof, who had some acquaintance with Jewish society. "This man is an exception. He is an idealist, a dreamer, a reformer. An original, he walks alone."
"A dangerous man," muttered Bavorof. "He is obstinate, no doubt, like all men with convictions, imbued with a fervent mysticism and plunged in the clouds of spirituality. He sets up a standard of morals and right that takes with weak-minded people everywhere; above all, the women. If he were a Catholic I would have arrested him and banished him without further ceremony; but he is only a Jew, so we can have a little patience."
"At Warsaw," said Muse, "the Israelites play a grand role. It is difficult to distinguish them from the rest of society at first sight."
"But from what I have heard they are not friends with the feudalists."
"It is not so; they are reconciled."
"That is a pity. Then we must sow discord among them. Divide and conquer is one of our maxims."
"You are a strange politician, dear count," said Sofronof; "you think aloud."
"Like a celebrated minister. To-day it is the best way to deceive the world. Men are always disposed to attribute to you ideas contrary to those which you loudly proclaim."
Pikulinski confirmed this sentence with two loud "yeses," and went away wondering if he could in any way have compromised himself.
One day, soon after, Bavorof said to Sofronof:--
"I recommend you, colonel, to warn the police not to lose sight of this Jew, Jacob. He displeases me. He sees through our plots. There are only two alternatives: to oblige him to serve us, or to send him to Penza."
"What good would that do? His is an open nature, from which we have nothing to fear. He is wrapped up in the Talmud and his innocent mania of playing the prophet."
"As for me, I despise his prophecy. Is he rich?"
"Very rich."
"So much the worse. Ambitious?"
"Not the least in the world."
"Still worse. Is he a coward?"
"I do not think so."
"In that case to Penza! To Penza!"
"But he is not a revolutionist."
"That is still worse. Sooner or later a revolutionist will change his skin. A revolutionist can be dealt with; but a liberal, a legalist, a moralist, who believes in men's rights, this is a dangerous animal.
Give me individuals like Pikulinski, malleable to our will, and I will place them in the centre of our social organism. We can control them, and, with the rabble at our feet, all will go smoothly. Hurrah!"
CHAPTER XXIV.
THE SEDUCER.
Jacob was absorbed in the study of the works of Maimonides, when his servant brought him a visiting-card.
This servant had replaced him who had so rudely received his master's mother, and who, on account of her, had left Jacob's service, with tears in his eyes, but too proud to serve a country-woman in Jewish costume.
The visiting-card bore a name engraved indistinctly. Without deciphering the name, Jacob received his visitor. He frowned when he recognized David Seebach the younger, the seducer of Lia. He was dressed richly, but in bad taste, with a cane in his hand, an eye-gla.s.s at his eye, and a smile on his lips. Jacob received him coldly, and, with a wave of the hand, indicated a chair. David seated himself, put the end of his cane in his mouth, adjusted his eye-gla.s.s, and spoke in a low voice:--
"My presence at your house is perhaps a surprise, for you gained, I fear, a bad impression of us on our last interview. We were very sorry, my father and I, not to have been able to conceal that unfortunate exile for you, but"--
"I do not blame you for that. Every one has a right to act as he pleases."
"Since then I have thought it over, and I admit that I was in the wrong. Your reasoning was just at all points. We must follow the current; we must side with Poland. My father and I, however, do not think alike, on account of his former relations. He remains in the Russian camp, while I take the side of the Poles. Thus we are safe in any case."
"As you please," said Jacob, in an indifferent tone.
"You are on their side, are you not?" asked David.
"I am for Poland, but I am not a revolutionist."
"As for myself, I have made the acquaintance of the princ.i.p.al agitators. I attend all the meetings, and I will aid the revolutionists, for there is money to be made by so doing. As a measure of precaution I have put all my property in a safe place across the frontier, so that in case I am taken the Russians can get nothing, and my father can save me from the hands of the police through the protection of the high functionaries with whom he is in favour. The patriots will need capital to procure arms at the Austrian frontier. I will accommodate them, and the profits will be worth running a little risk."
"Excuse me," interrupted Jacob. "I do not wish to meddle in such business."
"How is that? Have you not said that you sympathize with Poland, and did you not reproach us for being opposed to it?"
"Listen to me, my good David. If I am Polish, it is not from love of lucre, not for fear, but from conviction."
"I am equally patriotic at heart," said David. "I sing the recent hymns which ask G.o.d to manifest his power against the secular enemy. I believed that you would aid me to conduct my business to a successful termination; for to speak frankly, as I am a new convert the patriots have not yet entire confidence in me. Your recommendation would have weight, and you can share the profits."
At these words Jacob rang, and the servant appeared immediately.