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A
long
course
of
reading
historical
works
,
light
and
gossipy
in
tone
,
carried
out
in
garrets
of
Parisian
hotels
,
sprawling
on
an
untidy
bed
,
to
the
neglect
of
his
duties
,
menial
or
otherwise
,
had
affected
the
manners
of
Pedro
Montero
.
Had
he
seen
around
him
the
splendour
of
the
old
Intendencia
,
the
magnificent
hangings
,
the
gilt
furniture
ranged
along
the
walls
;
had
he
stood
upon
a
dais
on
a
noble
square
of
red
carpet
,
he
would
have
probably
been
very
dangerous
from
a
sense
of
success
and
elevation
.
But
in
this
sacked
and
devastated
residence
,
with
the
three
pieces
of
common
furniture
huddled
up
in
the
middle
of
the
vast
apartment
,
Pedrito
's
imagination
was
subdued
by
a
feeling
of
insecurity
and
impermanence
.
That
feeling
and
the
firm
attitude
of
Charles
Gould
who
had
not
once
,
so
far
,
pronounced
the
word
"
Excellency
,
"
diminished
him
in
his
own
eyes
.
He
assumed
the
tone
of
an
enlightened
man
of
the
world
,
and
begged
Charles
Gould
to
dismiss
from
his
mind
every
cause
for
alarm
.
He
was
now
conversing
,
he
reminded
him
,
with
the
brother
of
the
master
of
the
country
,
charged
with
a
reorganizing
mission
.
The
trusted
brother
of
the
master
of
the
country
,
he
repeated
.
Nothing
was
further
from
the
thoughts
of
that
wise
and
patriotic
hero
than
ideas
of
destruction
.
"
I
entreat
you
,
Don
Carlos
,
not
to
give
way
to
your
anti-democratic
prejudices
,
"
he
cried
,
in
a
burst
of
condescending
effusion
.
Pedrito
Montero
surprised
one
at
first
sight
by
the
vast
development
of
his
bald
forehead
,
a
shiny
yellow
expanse
between
the
crinkly
coal-black
tufts
of
hair
without
any
lustre
,
the
engaging
form
of
his
mouth
,
and
an
unexpectedly
cultivated
voice
.
But
his
eyes
,
very
glistening
as
if
freshly
painted
on
each
side
of
his
hooked
nose
,
had
a
round
,
hopeless
,
birdlike
stare
when
opened
fully
.
Now
,
however
,
he
narrowed
them
agreeably
,
throwing
his
square
chin
up
and
speaking
with
closed
teeth
slightly
through
the
nose
,
with
what
he
imagined
to
be
the
manner
of
a
grand
seigneur
.
In
that
attitude
,
he
declared
suddenly
that
the
highest
expression
of
democracy
was
Caesarism
:
the
imperial
rule
based
upon
the
direct
popular
vote
.
Caesarism
was
conservative
.
It
was
strong
.
It
recognized
the
legitimate
needs
of
democracy
which
requires
orders
,
titles
,
and
distinctions
.
They
would
be
showered
upon
deserving
men
.
Caesarism
was
peace
.
It
was
progressive
.
It
secured
the
prosperity
of
a
country
.
Pedrito
Montero
was
carried
away
.
Look
at
what
the
Second
Empire
had
done
for
France
.
It
was
a
regime
which
delighted
to
honour
men
of
Don
Carlos
's
stamp
.
The
Second
Empire
fell
,
but
that
was
because
its
chief
was
devoid
of
that
military
genius
which
had
raised
General
Montero
to
the
pinnacle
of
fame
and
glory
.
Pedrito
elevated
his
hand
jerkily
to
help
the
idea
of
pinnacle
,
of
fame
.
"
We
shall
have
many
talks
yet
.
We
shall
understand
each
other
thoroughly
,
Don
Carlos
!
"
he
cried
in
a
tone
of
fellowship
.
Republicanism
had
done
its
work
.
Imperial
democracy
was
the
power
of
the
future
.
Pedrito
,
the
guerrillero
,
showing
his
hand
,
lowered
his
voice
forcibly
.
A
man
singled
out
by
his
fellow-citizens
for
the
honourable
nickname
of
El
Rey
de
Sulaco
could
not
but
receive
a
full
recognition
from
an
imperial
democracy
as
a
great
captain
of
industry
and
a
person
of
weighty
counsel
,
whose
popular
designation
would
be
soon
replaced
by
a
more
solid
title
.
"
Eh
,
Don
Carlos
?
No
!
What
do
you
say
?
Conde
de
Sulaco
--
Eh
?
--
or
marquis
...
"
He
ceased
.
The
air
was
cool
on
the
Plaza
,
where
a
patrol
of
cavalry
rode
round
and
round
without
penetrating
into
the
streets
,
which
resounded
with
shouts
and
the
strumming
of
guitars
issuing
from
the
open
doors
of
pulperias
.
The
orders
were
not
to
interfere
with
the
enjoyments
of
the
people
.
And
above
the
roofs
,
next
to
the
perpendicular
lines
of
the
cathedral
towers
the
snowy
curve
of
Higuerota
blocked
a
large
space
of
darkening
blue
sky
before
the
windows
of
the
Intendencia
.
After
a
time
Pedrito
Montero
,
thrusting
his
hand
in
the
bosom
of
his
coat
,
bowed
his
head
with
slow
dignity
.
The
audience
was
over
.
Charles
Gould
on
going
out
passed
his
hand
over
his
forehead
as
if
to
disperse
the
mists
of
an
oppressive
dream
,
whose
grotesque
extravagance
leaves
behind
a
subtle
sense
of
bodily
danger
and
intellectual
decay
.
In
the
passages
and
on
the
staircases
of
the
old
palace
Montero
's
troopers
lounged
about
insolently
,
smoking
and
making
way
for
no
one
;
the
clanking
of
sabres
and
spurs
resounded
all
over
the
building
.
Three
silent
groups
of
civilians
in
severe
black
waited
in
the
main
gallery
,
formal
and
helpless
,
a
little
huddled
up
,
each
keeping
apart
from
the
others
,
as
if
in
the
exercise
of
a
public
duty
they
had
been
overcome
by
a
desire
to
shun
the
notice
of
every
eye
.
These
were
the
deputations
waiting
for
their
audience
.
The
one
from
the
Provincial
Assembly
,
more
restless
and
uneasy
in
its
corporate
expression
,
was
overtopped
by
the
big
face
of
Don
Juste
Lopez
,
soft
and
white
,
with
prominent
eyelids
and
wreathed
in
impenetrable
solemnity
as
if
in
a
dense
cloud
.
The
President
of
the
Provincial
Assembly
,
coming
bravely
to
save
the
last
shred
of
parliamentary
institutions
(
on
the
English
model
)
,
averted
his
eyes
from
the
Administrador
of
the
San
Tome
mine
as
a
dignified
rebuke
of
his
little
faith
in
that
only
saving
principle
.
The
mournful
severity
of
that
reproof
did
not
affect
Charles
Gould
,
but
he
was
sensible
to
the
glances
of
the
others
directed
upon
him
without
reproach
,
as
if
only
to
read
their
own
fate
upon
his
face
.
All
of
them
had
talked
,
shouted
,
and
declaimed
in
the
great
sala
of
the
Casa
Gould
.
The
feeling
of
compassion
for
those
men
,
struck
with
a
strange
impotence
in
the
toils
of
moral
degradation
,
did
not
induce
him
to
make
a
sign
.
He
suffered
from
his
fellowship
in
evil
with
them
too
much
.
He
crossed
the
Plaza
unmolested
.
The
Amarilla
Club
was
full
of
festive
ragamuffins
.
Their
frowsy
heads
protruded
from
every
window
,
and
from
within
came
drunken
shouts
,
the
thumping
of
feet
,
and
the
twanging
of
harps
.
Broken
bottles
strewed
the
pavement
below
.
Charles
Gould
found
the
doctor
still
in
his
house
.
Dr.
Monygham
came
away
from
the
crack
in
the
shutter
through
which
he
had
been
watching
the
street
.
