The History of a Crime eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 549 pages of information about The History of a Crime.

The History of a Crime eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 549 pages of information about The History of a Crime.

The General thanked her, and asked her name.

“Baroness Coppens,” she answered.

It may be remembered that it was at M. Coppens’s house, 70, Rue Blanche, that the first meeting of the Left had taken place on December 2d.

“You have charming children there, madam,” said the General, “and,” he added, “an exceedingly good servant.”

“It is my husband,” said Madame Coppens.

M. Coppens, in fact, had remained five weeks buried in a hiding-place contrived in his own house.  He had escaped from France that very night under the cover of his own livery.  They had carefully taught their children their lesson.  Chance had made them get into the same carriage as General Bedeau and the two bullies who were keeping guard over him, and throughout the night Madame Coppens had been in terror lest, in the presence of the policeman, one of the little ones awakening, should throw its arms around the neck of the servant and cry “Papa!”

CHAPTER XVI.

A RETROSPECT

Louis Bonaparte had tested the majority as engineers test a bridge; he had loaded it with iniquities, encroachments, enormities, slaughters on the Place du Havre, cries of “Long live the Emperor,” distributions of money to the troops, sales of Bonapartist journals in the streets, prohibition of Republican and parliamentary journals, reviews at Satory, speeches at Dijon; the majority bore everything.

“Good,” said he, “It will carry the weight of the coup d’etat.”

Let us recall the facts.  Before the 2d of December the coup d’etat was being constructed in detail, here and there, a little everywhere, with exceeding impudence, and yet the majority smiled.  The Representative Pascal Duprat had been violently treated by police agents.  “That is very funny,” said the Right.  The Representative Dain was seized.  “Charming.”  The Representative Sartin was arrested.  “Bravo.”  One fine morning when all the hinges had been well tested and oiled, and when all the wires were well fixed, the coup d’etat was carried out all at once, abruptly.  The majority ceased to laugh, but the trick, was done.  It had not perceived that for a long time past, while it was laughing at the strangling of others, the cord was round its own neck.

Let us maintain this, not to punish the past, but to illuminate the future.  Many months before being carried out, the coup d’etat had been accomplished.  The day having come, the hour having struck, the mechanism being completely wound up, it had only to be set going.  It was bound not to fail, and nothing did fail.  What would have been an abyss if the majority had done its duty, and had understood its joint responsibility with the Left, was not even a ditch.  The inviolability had been demolished by those who were inviolable.  The hand of gendarmes had become as accustomed to the collar of the Representatives as to the collar of thieves:  the white tie of the statesman was not even rumpled in the grasp of the galley sergeants, and one can admire the Vicomte de Falloux—­oh, candor!—­for being dumfounded at being treated like Citizen Sartin.

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