The Red City Part 35
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"Ah, I beg pardon. I must be mistaken."
"Are you here for a long stay?"
"Only for a few days. I am wandering in a land of lost opportunities."
"Of what?" asked Schmidt.
"Oh, of the cook. Think of it, these angelic reed-birds, the divine terrapin, the duck they call canvas, the archangelic wild turkey, unappreciated, crudely cooked; the Madeira--ah, _mon Dieu!_ I would talk of them, and, behold, the men talk politics! I have eaten of that dish at home, and it gave me the colic of disgust."
"But the women?" said a young _emigre_.
"Ah, angels, angels. But can they make an omelet? The divine Miss Morris would sing to me when I would speak seriously of my search for truffles. Oh, she would sing the 'Yankee Dudda'[1] and I must hear the 'Lament of Major Andre.' Who was he?"
[1] He so writes it in his "Physiologie du gout."
De Courval explained.
"It is the truffle I lament. Ah, to marry the truffle to the wild turkey."
The little group laughed. "Old gourmand," cried Du Vallon, "you are still the same."
"Gourmet," corrected Savarin. "Congratulate me. I have found here a cook--Marino, a master, French of course, from San Domingo. You will dine with me at four to-morrow; and you, Monsieur Schmidt, certainly you resemble--"
"Yes," broke in the German. "A likeness often remarked, not very flattering."
"Ah, pardon me. But my dinner--Du Vallon, you will come, and the vicomte, and you and you, and there will be Messieurs Bingham and Rawle and Mr. Meredith, and one Jacobin,--Monsieur Girard,--as I hear a lover of good diet--ah, he gave me the crab which is soft, the citizen crab.
Monsieur Girard--I bless him. I have seen women, statesmen, kings, but the crab, ah! the crab 'which is soft.'"
All of them accepted, the _emigres_ gladly, being, alas! none too well fed.
"And now, adieu. I must go and meditate on my dinner."
The next day at four they met at Marino's, the new restaurant in Front Street then becoming fas.h.i.+onable.
"I have taken the liberty," said Bingham, "to send half a dozen of Madeira, 1745, and two decanters of grape juice, what we call the white. The rest--well, of our best, all of it."
They sat down expectant. "The turkey I have not," said Savarin; "but the soup--ah, you will see,--soup _a la reine_. Will Citizen Girard decline?"
The dinner went on with talk and laughter. Savarin talking broken English, or more volubly French.
"You are to have the crabs which are soft, Monsieur Girard, _en papillotte_, more becoming crabs than women, and at the close reed-birds. Had there been these in France, and the crab which is soft, and the terrapin, there would have been no Revolution. And the Madeira--perfect, perfect, a revelation. Your health, Mr. Bingham."
Bingham bowed over his gla.s.s, and regretted that canvasback ducks and terrapin were not yet in season. The _emigres_ used well this rare chance, and with talk of the wine and jest and story (anything but politics), the dinner went on gaily. Meanwhile Girard, beside De Courval, spoke of their sad experiences in the fever, and of what was going on in the murder-scourged West Indian Islands, and of the ruin of our commerce. Marino in his white cap and long ap.r.o.n stood behind the host, quietly appreciative of the praise given to his dinner.
Presently Savarin turned to him. "Who," he asked, "dressed this salad.
It is a marvel, and quite new to me."
"I asked Monsieur de Beauvois to do me the honor."
"Indeed! Many thanks, De Beauvois," said the host to a gentleman at the farther end of the table. "Your salad is past praise. Your health. You must teach me this dressing."
"A secret," laughed the guest, as he bowed over his gla.s.s, "and valuable."
"That is droll," said De Courval to Bingham.
"No; he comes to my house and to Willing's to dress salad for our dinners. Ten francs he gets, and lives on it, and saves money."
"Indeed! I am sorry for him," said Rene.
Then Mr. Bingham, being next to Girard, said to him: "At the State Department yesterday, Mr. Secretary Randolph asked me, knowing I was to see you to-day, if you knew of any French gentleman who could act as translating clerk. Of course he must know English."
"Why not my neighbor De Courval?" said the merchant. "But he is hardly of Mr. Randolph's politics."
"And what are they?" laughed Mr. Bingham. "Federal, I suppose; but as for De Courval, he is of no party. Besides, ever since Freneau left on account of the fever, the Secretaries are shy of any more clerks who will keep them in hot water with the President. For a poet he was a master of rancorous abuse."
"And who," said Girard, "have excelled the poets in malignancy? Having your permission, I will ask our young friend." And turning to Rene, he related what had pa.s.sed between him and Mr. Bingham.
Somewhat surprised, Rene said: "I might like it, but I must consult Mr.
Schmidt. I am far from having political opinions, or, if any, they are with the Federals. But that would be for the Secretary to decide upon.
An exile, Mr. Girard, should have no political opinions unless he means to become a citizen, as I do not."
"That seems reasonable," said Bingham, the senator for Pennsylvania, overhearing him. "Your health, De Courval, I commend to you the white grape juice. And if the place please you, let it be a receipt in full for my early contribution of mud." And laughing, he told Girard the story.
"Indeed, sir, it was a very personal introduction," returned Rene.
"I should like well to have that young man myself," said Girard in an aside to Bingham. "This is a poor bit of advancement you offer--all honor and little cash. I like the honor that attends to a draft."
The senator laughed. "Oh, Schmidt has, I believe, adopted De Courval or something like it. He will take the post for its interest. Do you know,"
he added, "who this man Schmidt may be?"
"I--no; but all Europe is sending us mysterious people. By and by the kings and queens will come. But Schmidt is a man to trust, that I do know."
"A good character," cried Schmidt, coming behind them. "My thanks."
"By George! It was lucky we did not abuse you," said Bingham.
"Oh, Madeira is a gentle critic, and a good dinner does fatten amiability. Come, Rene, we shall get on even terms of praise with them as we walk home."
The party broke up, joyous at having dined well.
As they went homeward, Schmidt said: "Our host, Rene, is not a mere gourmet. He is a philosophic student of diet, living in general simply, and, I may add, a gentleman of courage and good sense, as he showed in France."
"It seems difficult, sir, to judge men. He seemed to me foolish."
"Yes; and one is apt to think not well of a man who talks much of what he eats. He recognized me, but at once accepted my obvious desire not to be known. He will be sure to keep my secret."
When having reached home, and it was not yet twilight--they sat down with their pipes, Rene laid before his friend this matter of the secretarys.h.i.+p.
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