THE RED ROOM.
As Samuel had said, the door of the walled-up house had just been disencumbered of the bricks, lead, and iron, which had kept it from view, and its panels of carved oak appeared as fresh and sound, as on the day when they had first been withdrawn from the influence of the air and time.The laborers, having completed their work, stood waiting upon the steps, as impatient and curious as the notary's clerk, who had superintended the operation, when they saw Samuel slowly advancing across the garden, with a great bunch of keys in his hand.
"Now, my friends," said the old man, when he had reached the steps, "your work is finished.The master of this gentleman will pay you, and I have only to show you out by the street door."
"Come, come, my good fellow," cried the clerk, "you don't think.We are just at the most interesting and curious moment; I and these honest masons are burning to see the interior of this mysterious house, and you would be cruel enough to send us away? Impossible!"
"I regret the necessity, sir, but so it must he.I must be the first to enter this dwelling, absolutely alone, before introducing the heirs, in order to read the testament."
"And who gave you such ridiculous and barbarous orders?" cried the clerk, singularly disappointed.
"My father, sir."
"A most respectable authority, no doubt; but come, my worthy guardian, my excellent guardian," resumed the clerk, "be a good fellow, and let us just take a peep in at the door."
"Yes, yes, sir, only a peep!" cried the heroes of the trowel, with a supplicating air.
"It is disagreeable to have to refuse you, gentlemen," answered Samuel;
"but I cannot open this door, until I am alone."
The masons, seeing the inflexibility of the old man, unwillingly descended the steps; but the clerk had resolved to dispute the ground inch by inch, and exclaimed: "I shall wait for my master.I do not leave the house without him.He may want me--and whether I remain on these steps or elsewhere, can be of little consequence to you my worthy keeper."
The clerk was interrupted in his appeal by his master himself, who called out from the further side of the courtyard, with an air of business: "M.
Piston! quick, M.Piston--come directly!"
"What the devil does he want with me?" cried the clerk, in a passion.
"He calls me just at the moment when I might have seen something."
"M.Piston," resumed the voice, approaching, "do you not hear?"
While Samuel let out the masons, the clerk saw, through a clump of trees, his master running towards him bareheaded, and with an air of singular haste and importance.The clerk was therefore obliged to leave the steps, to answer the notary's summons, towards whom he went with a very bad grace.
"Sir, sir," said M.Dumesnil, "I have been calling you this hour with all my might."
"I did not hear you sir," said M.Piston.
"You must be deaf, then.Have you any change about you?"
"Yes sir," answered the clerk, with some surprise.
"Well, then, you must go instantly to the nearest stamp-office, and fetch me three or four large sheets of stamped paper, to draw up a deed.Run!
it is wanted directly."
"Yes, sir," said the clerk, casting a rueful and regretful glance at the door of the walled-up house.
"But make haste, will you, M.Piston," said the notary.
"I do not know, sir, where to get any stamped paper."
"Here is the guardian," replied M.Dumesnil."He will no doubt be able to tell you."
At this instant, Samuel was returning, after showing the masons out by the street-door.
"Sir," said the notary to him, "will you please to tell me where we can get stamped paper?"
"Close by, sir," answered Samuel; "in the tobacconist's, No.17, Rue Vieille-du-Temple."
"You hear, M.Piston?" said the notary to his clerk."You can get the stamps at the tobacconist's, No.17, Rue Vieille-du-Temple.Be quick!
for this deed must be executed immediately before the opening of the will.Time presses."
"Very well, sir; I will make haste," answered the clerk, discontentedly, as he followed his master, who hurried back into the room where he had left Rodin, Gabriel, and Father d'Aigrigny.
During this time, Samuel, ascending the steps, had reached the door, now disencumbered of the stone, iron, and lead with which it had been blocked up.It was with deep emotion that the old man having selected from his bunch of keys the one he wanted, inserted it in the keyhole, and made the door turn upon its hinges.Immediately he felt on his face a current of damp, cold air, like that which exhales from a cellar suddenly opened.
Having carefully re-closed and double-locked the door, the Jew advanced along the hall, lighted by a glass trefoil over the arch of the door.
The panes had lost their transparency by the effect of time, and now had the appearance of ground-glass.This hall, paved with alternate squares of black and white marble, was vast, sonorous, and contained a broad staircase leading to the first story.The walls of smooth stone offered not the least appearance of decay or dampness; the stair-rail of wrought iron presented no traces of rust; it was inserted, just above the bottom step, into a column of gray granite, which sustained a statue of black marble, representing a negro bearing a flambeau.This statue had a strange countenance, the pupils of the eyes being made of white marble.
The Jew's heavy tread echoed beneath the lofty dome of the hall.The grandson of Isaac Samuel experienced a melancholy feeling, as he reflected that the footsteps of his ancestor had probably been the last which had resounded through this dwelling, of which he had closed the doors a hundred and fifty years before; for the faithful friend, in favor of whom M.de Rennepont had made a feigned transfer of the property, had afterwards parted with the same, to place it in the name of Samuel's grandfather, who had transmitted it to his descendants, as if it had been his own inheritance.
