A Winter Amid the Ice Part 3
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The Counsellor Niklausse and the Burgomaster Van Trica.s.se at last knew what it was to have an agitated night. The grave event which had taken place at Doctor Ox's house actually kept them awake.
What consequences was this affair destined to bring about? They could not imagine. Would it be necessary for them to come to a decision? Would the munic.i.p.al authority, whom they represented, be compelled to interfere? Would they be obliged to order arrests to be made, that so great a scandal should not be repeated? All these doubts could not but trouble these soft natures; and on that evening, before separating, the two notables had "decided"
to see each other the next day.
On the next morning, then, before dinner, the Burgomaster Van Trica.s.se proceeded in person to the Counsellor Niklausse's house.
He found his friend more calm. He himself had recovered his equanimity.
"Nothing new?" asked Van Trica.s.se.
"Nothing new since yesterday," replied Niklausse.
"And the doctor, Dominique Custos?"
"I have not heard anything, either of him or of the advocate, Andre Schut."
After an hour's conversation, which consisted of three remarks which it is needless to repeat, the counsellor and the burgomaster had resolved to pay a visit to Doctor Ox, so as to draw from him, without seeming to do so, some details of the affair.
Contrary to all their habits, after coming to this decision the two notables set about putting it into execution forthwith. They left the house and directed their steps towards Doctor Ox's laboratory, which was situated outside the town, near the Oudenarde gate--the gate whose tower threatened to fall in ruins.
They did not take each other's arms, but walked side by side, with a slow and solemn step, which took them forward but thirteen inches per second. This was, indeed, the ordinary gait of the Quiquendonians, who had never, within the memory of man, seen any one run across the streets of their town.
From time to time the two notables would stop at some calm and tranquil crossway, or at the end of a quiet street, to salute the pa.s.sers-by.
"Good morning, Monsieur the burgomaster," said one.
"Good morning, my friend," responded Van Trica.s.se.
"Anything new, Monsieur the counsellor?" asked another.
"Nothing new," answered Niklausse.
But by certain agitated motions and questioning looks, it was evident that the altercation of the evening before was known throughout the town. Observing the direction taken by Van Trica.s.se, the most obtuse Quiquendonians guessed that the burgomaster was on his way to take some important step. The Custos and Schut affair was talked of everywhere, but the people had not yet come to the point of taking the part of one or the other. The Advocate Schut, having never had occasion to plead in a town where attorneys and bailiffs only existed in tradition, had, consequently, never lost a suit. As for the Doctor Custos, he was an honourable pract.i.tioner, who, after the example of his fellow-doctors, cured all the illnesses of his patients, except those of which they died--a habit unhappily acquired by all the members of all the faculties in whatever country they may practise.
On reaching the Oudenarde gate, the counsellor and the burgomaster prudently made a short detour, so as not to pa.s.s within reach of the tower, in case it should fall; then they turned and looked at it attentively.
"I think that it will fall," said Van Trica.s.se.
"I think so too," replied Niklausse.
"Unless it is propped up," added Van Trica.s.se. "But must it be propped up? That is the question."
"That is--in fact--the question."
Some moments after, they reached the door of the gasworks.
"Can we see Doctor Ox?" they asked.
Doctor Ox could always be seen by the first authorities of the town, and they were at once introduced into the celebrated physiologist's study.
Perhaps the two notables waited for the doctor at least an hour; at least it is reasonable to suppose so, as the burgomaster--a thing that had never before happened in his life--betrayed a certain amount of impatience, from which his companion was not exempt.
Doctor Ox came in at last, and began to excuse himself for having kept them waiting; but he had to approve a plan for the gasometer, rectify some of the machinery--But everything was going on well! The pipes intended for the oxygen were already laid. In a few months the town would be splendidly lighted. The two notables might even now see the orifices of the pipes which were laid on in the laboratory.
Then the doctor begged to know to what he was indebted for the honour of this visit.
"Only to see you, doctor; to see you," replied Van Trica.s.se. "It is long since we have had the pleasure. We go abroad but little in our good town of Quiquendone. We count our steps and measure our walks. We are happy when nothing disturbs the uniformity of our habits."
Niklausse looked at his friend. His friend had never said so much at once--at least, without taking time, and giving long intervals between his sentences. It seemed to him that Van Trica.s.se expressed himself with a certain volubility, which was by no means common with him. Niklausse himself experienced a kind of irresistible desire to talk.
As for Doctor Ox, he looked at the burgomaster with sly attention.
Van Trica.s.se, who never argued until he had snugly ensconced himself in a s.p.a.cious armchair, had risen to his feet. I know not what nervous excitement, quite foreign to his temperament, had taken possession of him. He did not gesticulate as yet, but this could not be far off. As for the counsellor, he rubbed his legs, and breathed with slow and long gasps. His look became animated little by little, and he had "decided" to support at all hazards, if need be, his trusty friend the burgomaster.
Van Trica.s.se got up and took several steps; then he came back, and stood facing the doctor.
"And in how many months," he asked in a somewhat emphatic tome, "do you say that your work will be finished?"
"In three or four months, Monsieur the burgomaster," replied Doctor Ox.
"Three or four months,--it's a very long time!" said Van Trica.s.se.
"Altogether too long!" added Niklausse, who, not being able to keep his seat, rose also.
"This lapse of time is necessary to complete our work," returned Doctor Ox. "The workmen, whom we have had to choose in Quiquendone, are not very expeditious."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "The workmen, whom we have had to choose in Quiquendone, are not very expeditious."]
"How not expeditious?" cried the burgomaster, who seemed to take the remark as personally offensive.
"No, Monsieur Van Trica.s.se," replied Doctor Ox obstinately. "A French workman would do in a day what it takes ten of your workmen to do; you know, they are regular Flemings!"
"Flemings!" cried the counsellor, whose fingers closed together.
"In what sense, sir, do you use that word?"
"Why, in the amiable sense in which everybody uses it," replied Doctor Ox, smiling.
"Ah, but doctor," said the burgomaster, pacing up and down the room, "I don't like these insinuations. The workmen of Quiquendone are as efficient as those of any other town in the world, you must know; and we shall go neither to Paris nor London for our models!
As for your project, I beg you to hasten its execution. Our streets have been unpaved for the putting down of your conduit-pipes, and it is a hindrance to traffic. Our trade will begin to suffer, and I, being the responsible authority, do not propose to incur reproaches which will be but too just."
Worthy burgomaster! He spoke of trade, of traffic, and the wonder was that those words, to which he was quite unaccustomed, did not scorch his lips. What could be pa.s.sing in his mind?
"Besides," added Niklausse, "the town cannot be deprived of light much longer."
"But," urged Doctor Ox, "a town which has been un-lighted for eight or nine hundred years--"
"All the more necessary is it," replied the burgomaster, emphasizing his words. "Times alter, manners alter! The world advances, and we do not wish to remain behind. We desire our streets to be lighted within a month, or you must pay a large indemnity for each day of delay; and what would happen if, amid the darkness, some affray should take place?"
"No doubt," cried Niklausse. "It requires but a spark to inflame a Fleming! Fleming! Flame!"
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