The wages of the executioners and their assistants were discussed, and differences of opinions led to ferocious arguments.
A young and dandiacal fellow told, as a fact which he was ready to vouch for with a pistol, how Cora Pearl, the renowned English courtesan, had through her influence over a prefect of police succeeded in visiting a criminal alone in his cell during the night preceding his execution, and had only quitted him an hour before the final summons.
The tale won the honours of the dinner.
It was regarded as truly impressive, and inevitably it led to the general inquiry: what could the highest personages in the empire see to admire in that red-haired Englishwoman?
And of course Rivain himself, the handsome homicide, the centre and hero of the fete, was never long out of the conversation.
Several of the diners had seen him; one or two knew him and could give amazing details of his prowess as a man of pleasure.
Despite his crime, he seemed to be the object of sincere idolatry.
It was said positively that a niece of his victim had been promised a front place at the execution.
Apropos of this, Sophia gathered, to her intense astonishment and alarm, that the prison was close by and that the execution would take place at the corner of the square itself in which the hotel was situated.
Gerald must have known; he had hidden it from her.
She regarded him sideways, with distrust.
As the dinner finished, Gerald's pose of a calm, disinterested, scientific observer of humanity gradually broke down.
He could not maintain it in front of the increasing license of the scene round the table.
He was at length somewhat ashamed of having exposed his wife to the view of such an orgy; his restless glance carefully avoided both Sophia and Chirac.
The latter, whose unaffected simplicity of interest in the affair had more than anything helped to keep Sophia in countenance, observed the change in Gerald and Sophia's excessive discomfort, and suggested that they should leave the table without waiting for the coffee.
Gerald agreed quickly.
Thus had Sophia been released from the horror of the dinner.
She did not understand how a man so thoughtful and kindly as Chirac--he had bidden her good night with the most distinguished courtesy--could tolerate, much less pleasurably savour, the gluttonous, drunken, and salacious debauchery of the Hotel de Vezelay; but his theory was, so far as she could judge from his imperfect English, that whatever existed might be admitted and examined by serious persons interested in the study of human nature.
His face seemed to say:
"Why not?"
His face seemed to say to Gerald and to herself:
"If this incommodes you, what did you come for?"
Gerald had left her at the bedroom door with a self-conscious nod.
She had partly undressed and lain down, and instantly the hotel had transformed itself into a kind of sounding-box.
It was as if, beneath and within all the noises of the square, every movement in the hotel reached her ears through cardboard walls: distant shoutings and laughter below; rattlings of crockery below; stampings up and down stairs; stealthy creepings up and down stairs; brusque calls; fragments of song, whisperings; long sighs suddenly stifled; mysterious groans as of torture, broken by a giggle; quarrels and bickering,--she was spared nothing in the strangely resonant darkness.
Then there came out of the little square a great uproar and commotion, with shrieks, and under the shrieks a confused din.
In vain she pressed her face into the pillow and listened to the irregular, prodigious noise of her eyelashes as they scraped the rough linen.
The thought had somehow introduced itself into her head that she must arise and go to the window and see all that was to be seen.
She resisted.
She said to herself that the idea was absurd, that she did not wish to go to the window.
Nevertheless, while arguing with herself, she well knew that resistance to the thought was useless and that ultimately her legs would obey its command.
When ultimately she yielded to the fascination and went to the window and pulled aside one of the curtains, she had a feeling of relief.
The cool, grey beginnings of dawn were in the sky, and every detail of the square was visible.
Without exception all the windows were wide open and filled with sightseers.
In the background of many windows were burning candles or lamps that the far distant approach of the sun was already killing.
In front of these, on the frontier of two mingling lights, the attentive figures of the watchers were curiously silhouetted.
On the red- tiled roofs, too, was a squatted population.
Below, a troop of gendarmes, mounted on caracoling horses stretched in line across the square, was gradually sweeping the entire square of a packed, gesticulating, cursing crowd.
The operation of this immense besom was very slow.
As the spaces of the square were cleared they began to be dotted by privileged persons, journalists or law officers or their friends, who walked to and fro in conscious pride; among them Sophia descried Gerald and Chirac, strolling arm-in-arm and talking to two elaborately clad girls, who were also arm-in-arm.
Then she saw a red reflection coming from one of the side streets of which she had a vista; it was the swinging lantern of a waggon drawn by a gaunt grey horse.
The vehicle stopped at the end of the square from which the besom had started, and it was immediately surrounded by the privileged, who, however, were soon persuaded to stand away.
The crowd amassed now at the principal inlets of the square, gave a formidable cry and burst into the refrain-- "Le voila!
Nicolas!
Ah!
Ah!
Ah!"
The clamour became furious as a group of workmen in blue blouses drew piece by piece all the components of the guillotine from the waggon and laid them carefully on the ground, under the superintendence of a man in a black frock-coat and a silk hat with broad flat brims; a little fussy man of nervous gestures.
And presently the red columns had risen upright from the ground and were joined at the top by an acrobatic climber.
As each part was bolted and screwed to the growing machine the man in the high hat carefully tested it.