My father wanted me home as soon as I qualified, he wanted me to go into his practice. Then again, he didnt Theyve arranged for me to marry my cousin, its been fixed up for years. We all marry our cousins, so the family money interbreeds.
And you dont want to?
Oh, I dont mind. It doesnt really matter who you marry.
Doesnt it? His thinking had been quite other.
But Rose-Fleur will have to come to Paris, I cant go back there.
Whats she like?
I dont know really, our paths so seldom cross. Oh, to look at, you mean? Shes quite pretty.
When you say it doesnt matter who you marry dont you expect to love someone?
Yes, of course. But it would be a vast coincidence to be married to them as well.
What about your parents? What are they like?
Never seem to speak to each other these days. Theres a family tradition of marrying someone you find you cant stand. My cousin Antoine, one of my Fouquier-Tinville cousins, is supposed to have murdered his first wife.
What, you mean he was actually prosecuted for it?
Only by the gossips at their various assizes. There wasnt enough evidence to bring it to court. But then Antoine, hes a lawyer too, so there wouldnt be. I expect hes good at fixing evidence. The business rather shook the family, and so Ive always regarded him as, you know, he paused wistfully, a sort of hero. Anyone who can give serious offence to the de Viefvilles is a hero of mine. Another case of that is Antoine Saint-Just, I know we are related but I cant think how, they live in Noyon. He has recently run off with the family silver, and his mother, whos a widow, actually got a lettre de cachet and had him shut up. When he gets out theyll have to let him out one of these days, I suppose hell be so angry, hell never forgive them. Hes one of these boys, sort of big and solid and conceited, incredibly full of himself, hes probably steaming about at this very minute working out how to get revenge. Hes only nineteen, so perhaps hell have a career of crime, and that will take the attention off me.
I cant think why you dont write and encourage him.
Yes, perhaps I shall. You see, I do agree that I cant go on like this. I have had a little verse published oh, nothing really, just a modest start. Id rather write than anything well, as you can imagine, with my disabilities its a relief not having to talk. I just want to live very quietly preferably somewhere warm and be left alone till I can write something worthwhile.
Already, dAnton did not believe this. He recognized it as a disclaimer that Camille would issue from time to time in the hope of disguising the fact that he was an inveterate hell-raiser. Dont you care for anyone respectable? he asked.
Oh yes I care for my friend de Robespierre, but he lives in Arras, I never see him. And Maître Perrin has been kind.
DAnton stared at him. He did not see how he could sit there, saying Maître Perrin has been kind.
Dont you mind? he demanded.
What people say? Well, Camille said softly, I should prefer not to be an object of general odium, but I wouldnt go so far as to let my preference alter my conduct.
Id just like to know, dAnton said. I mean, from my point of view. Whether theres any truth in it.
Oh, you mean, because the sun will be up in an hour, and you think Ill run down to the Law Courts and tell everybody I spent the night with you?
Somebody told me that is, amongst other things they told me that you were involved with a married woman.
Yes: in a way.
You do have an interesting variety of problems.
Already, by the time the clock struck four, he felt he knew too much about Camille, and more than he was comfortable with. He looked at him through a mist of alcohol and fatigue, the climate of the years ahead.
I would tell you about Annette Duplessis, Camille said, but lifes too short.
Is it? DAnton has never thought about it before. Creeping towards his future it sometimes seems long, long enough.
IN JULY 1786 a daughter was born to the King and Queen. All well and good, said Angélique Charpentier, but I expect shell be needing some more diamonds to console her for losing her figure.
Her husband said, How would we know if shes losing her figure? We never see her. She never comes. She has something against Paris. It was a matter of regret to him. She doesnt trust us, I think. But of course she is not French. She is far from home.
I am far from home, Angélique said heartlessly. But I dont run the nation into debt because of it.
The Debt, the Deficit these were the words on the lips of the cafés customers as they occupied themselves in trying to name a figure. Only a few people had the ability to imagine money on this scale, the café believed; they thought it was a special ability, and that M. Calonne, now the Comptroller-General, had not got it. M. Calonne was a perfect courtier, with his lace cuffs and lavender-water, his gold-topped cane and his well-attested greed for Perigord truffles. Like M. Necker, he was borrowing; the café thought that M. Neckers borrowing had been considered, but that M. Calonnes borrowing stemmed from a failure of imagination and a desire to keep up appearances.
In August 1786 the Comptroller-General presented to the King a package of proposed reforms. There was one weighty and pressing reason for action: one half of the next years revenues had already been spent. France was a rich country, M. Calonne told its sovereign; it could produce many times more revenue than at present. And could this fail to add to the glory and prestige of the monarchy? Louis seemed dubious. The glory and prestige were all very well, most agreeable, but he was anxious to do only what was right; and to produce this revenue would require substantial changes, would it not?
Indeed, his minister told him, from now on everybody nobles, clergy, commons must pay a land tax. The pernicious system of tax exemptions must be ended. There must be free trade, the internal customs dues must be abolished. And there must be some concessions to liberal opinion the corvée must be done away with completely. The King frowned. He seemed to have been through all this before. It reminded him of M. Necker, he said. If he had thought, it would have reminded him of M. Turgot, but by now he was getting muddled.
The point is, he told his minister, that though he personally might favour such measures, the Parlements would never agree.
That, said M. Calonne, was a most cogent piece of reasoning. With his usual unerring accuracy, His Majesty had pinpointed the problem.
But if His Majesty felt these measures were necessary, should he allow himself to be baulked by the Parlements? Why not seize the initiative?
Mm, the King said. He moved restlessly in his chair, and looked out of the window to see what the weather was doing.
What he should do, Calonne said, was to call an Assembly of Notables. A what? said the King. Calonne pressed on. The Notables would at once be seized by a realization of the countrys economic plight, and throw their weight behind any measures the King deemed necessary. It would be a bold stroke, he assured the King, to create a body that was inherently superior to the Parlements, a body whose lead they would have to follow. It was the sort of thing, he said, that Henri IV would have done.
The King pondered. Henri IV was the most wise and popular of monarchs, and the very one that he, Louis, most desired to emulate.
The King put his head in his hands. It sounded a good idea, the way Calonne put it, but all his ministers were smooth talkers, and it was never quite as simple as they made out. Besides, the Queen and her set He looked up. The Queen believed, he said, that the next time the Parlements got in his way they should simply be disbanded. The Parlements of Paris, all the provincial Parlements chop, chop, went the King. All gone.
M. Calonne quaked when he heard this reasoning. What did it offer but a vista of acrimonious dealings, a decade of wrangling, of vendettas, of riots? We have to break out of this cycle, Your Majesty, he said. Believe me please, you must believe me things have never been this bad before.
GEORGES-JACQUES came to M. Charpentier, and he put his cards on the table. I have a bastard, he said. A son, four years old. I suppose I should have told you before.
Why so? M. Charpentier gathered his wits. Pleasant surprises should be saved up.
I feel a hypocrite, dAnton said. I was just lecturing that little Camille.
Do go on, Georges-Jacques. You have me riveted.
Theyd met on the coach, he said, on his first journey to Paris. Shed given him her address, hed called on her a few days later. Things had gone on from there well, M. Charpentier could imagine, perhaps. No, he was no longer involved with her, it was over. The boy was in the country with a nurse.
You offered her marriage, of course?
DAnton nodded.
And why wouldnt she marry you?
I expect she took a dislike to my face.
In his minds eye he could see Françoise raging round her bedroom, aghast that she was subject to the same laws as other women: when I marry I want it to be worth my while, I dont want some clerk, some nobody, and you with your passions and your self-conceit running after other women before the months out. Even when the baby was kicking inside her, it had seemed to him a remote contingency, might happen, might not. Babies were stillborn, they died in the first few days; he did not hope for this to happen, but he knew that it might.
But the baby grew, and was born. Father unknown, she put on the birth certificate. Now Françoise had found the man she wanted to marry one Maître Huet de Paisy, a Kings Councillor. Maître Huet was thinking of selling his position he had something else in mind, dAnton did not inquire what. He was offering to sell it to dAnton.
Whats the asking price?
DAnton told him. Having received his second big shock of the afternoon, Charpentier said, Thats simply not possible.
Yes, I know its vastly inflated, but it represents my settlement for the child. Maître Huet will acknowledge paternity, it will all be done in the correct legal form and the matter will be behind me.
Her family should have made her marry you. What kind of people can they be? He paused. In one sense the matter will be behind you, but what about your debts? Im not sure how you can raise that amount in the first place. He pulled a piece of paper towards him. This is what I can let you have lets call it a loan for now, but when the marriage contract is signed I waive the debt. DAnton inclined his head. I must have Gabrielle well set up, shes my only daughter, I mean to do right by her. Now, your family can come up with what? All right, but thats little enough. He jotted down the figures. How can we cover the shortfall?
Borrow it. Well, thats what Calonne would say.
I see no other solution.
Im afraid there is another part to this deal. You wont like it. The thing is, Françoise has offered to lend me the money herself. Shes well-off. We havent gone into the details, but I dont suppose the interest rate will be in my favour.
Thats iniquitous. Good God, what a bitch! Wouldnt you like to strangle her?
DAnton smiled. Oh, yes.
I suppose you are quite sure the boys yours?
She wouldnt have lied to me. She wouldnt dare.
Men like to think that He looked at dAntons face. No, that was not the way out. So be it the child was his. It is a very serious sum of money, he said. For one nights work five years ago it seems disproportionate. It could dog you for years.
She wants to wring what she can out of me. You can understand it, I suppose. After all, she had the pain, he thought, she had the disgrace. I want to get it settled up within the next couple of months. I want to start off with Gabrielle with a clean slate.
I wouldnt call it a clean slate, exactly, Charpentier said gently. Thats just what it isnt. Youre mortgaging your whole future. Cant you
No, I cant fight her over it. I was fond of her, at one time. And I think of the boy. Well, ask yourself if I took the other attitude, would I be the kind of person youd want for a son-in-law?
Yes, I see that, dont mistake me, its just that Im old and hard-boiled and I worry about you. When does this woman want the final payment?
She said 91, the first quarter day. Do you think I should tell Gabrielle about this?
Thats for you to decide. Between now and your wedding, can you contrive to be careful?
Look, Ive got four years to pay this off. Ill make a go of things.
Certainly, you can make money as a Kings Councillor. I dont deny that. M. Charpentier thought, hes young, hes raw, he has everything to do, and inside he cannot possibly be as sure as he sounds. He wanted to comfort him. You know what Maître Vinot says, he says there are times of trouble ahead, and in times of trouble litigation always expands. He rolled his pieces of paper together, ready for filing away. I daresay something will happen, between now and 91, to make your fortunes look up.
MARCH 2 1787. It was Camilles twenty-seventh birthday, and nobody had seen him for a week. He appeared to have changed his address again.
The Assembly of Notables had reached deadlock. The café was full, noisy and opinionated.
What is it that the Marquis de Lafayette has said?
He has said that the Estates-General should be called.
But the Estates is a relic. It hasnt met since
1614.
Thank you, dAnton, Maître Perrin said. How can it answer to our needs? We shall see the clergy debating in one chamber, the nobles in another and the commons in a third, and whatever the commons propose will be voted down two to one by the other Orders. So what progress
Listen, dAnton broke in, even an old institution can take on a new form. Theres no need to do what was done last time.
The group gazed at him, solemn. Lafayette is a young man, Maître Perrin said.
About your age, Georges.
Yes, dAnton thought, and while I was poring over the tomes in Vinots office, he was leading armies. Now I am a poor attorney, and he is the hero of France and America. Lafayette can aspire to be a leader of the nation, and I can aspire to scratch a living. And now this young man, of undistinguished appearance, spare, with pale sandy hair, had captured his audience, propounded an idea; and dAnton, feeling an unreasoning antipathy for the fellow, was compelled to stand here and defend him. The Estates is our only hope, he said. It would have to give fair representation to us, the commons, the Third Estate. Its quite clear that the nobility dont have the Kings welfare at heart, so its stupid for him to continue to defend their interests. He must call the Estates and give real power to the Third not just talk, not just consultation, the real power to do something.