第27章 THE PAINTER'S BARGAIN(2)

besides, I am not half so black as I am painted, as you will see when you know me a little better.""Upon my word," said the painter, "it is a very singular surprise which you have given me.To tell truth, I did not even believe in your existence."The little imp put on a theatrical air, and, with one of Mr.

Macready's best looks, said,--

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Gambogio, Than are dreamed of in your philosophy."Gambouge, being a Frenchman, did not understand the quotation, but felt somehow strangely and singularly interested in the conversation of his new friend.

Diabolus continued: "You are a man of merit, and want money; you will starve on your merit; you can only get money from me.Come, my friend, how much is it? I ask the easiest interest in the world: old Mordecai, the usurer, has made you pay twice as heavily before now: nothing but the signature of a bond, which is a mere ceremony, and the transfer of an article which, in itself, is a supposition--a valueless, windy, uncertain property of yours, called, by some poet of your own, I think, an animula, vagula, blandula--bah! there is no use beating about the bush--I mean ASOUL.Come, let me have it; you know you will sell it some other way, and not get such good pay for your bargain!"--and, having made this speech, the Devil pulled out from his fob a sheet as big as a double Times, only there was a different STAMP in the corner.

It is useless and tedious to describe law documents: lawyers only love to read them; and they have as good in Chitty as any that are to be found in the Devil's own; so nobly have the apprentices emulated the skill of the master.Suffice it to say, that poor Gambouge read over the paper, and signed it.He was to have all he wished for seven years, and at the end of that time was to become the property of the -----; PROVIDED that, during the course of the seven years, every single wish which he might form should be gratified by the other of the contracting parties; otherwise the deed became null and non-avenue, and Gambouge should be left "to go to the ----- his own way.""You will never see me again," said Diabolus, in shaking hands with poor Simon, on whose fingers he left such a mark as is to be seen at this day--"never, at least, unless you want me; for everything you ask will be performed in the most quiet and every-day manner:

believe me, it is best and most gentlemanlike, and avoids anything like scandal.But if you set me about anything which is extraordinary, and out of the course of nature, as it were, come Imust, you know; and of this you are the best judge." So saying, Diabolus disappeared; but whether up the chimney, through the keyhole, or by any other aperture or contrivance, nobody knows.

Simon Gambouge was left in a fever of delight, as, heaven forgive me! I believe many a worthy man would be, if he were allowed an opportunity to make a similar bargain.

"Heigho!" said Simon."I wonder whether this be a reality or a dream.--I am sober, I know; for who will give me credit for the means to be drunk? and as for sleeping, I'm too hungry for that.Iwish I could see a capon and a bottle of white wine.""MONSIEUR SIMON!" cried a voice on the landing-place.

"C'est ici," quoth Gambouge, hastening to open the door.He did so; and lo! there was a restaurateur's boy at the door, supporting a tray, a tin-covered dish, and plates on the same; and, by its side, a tall amber-colored flask of Sauterne.

"I am the new boy, sir," exclaimed this youth, on entering; "but Ibelieve this is the right door, and you asked for these things."Simon grinned, and said, "Certainly, I did ASK FOR these things."But such was the effect which his interview with the demon had had on his innocent mind, that he took them, although he knew that they were for old Simon, the Jew dandy, who was mad after an opera girl, and lived on the floor beneath.

"Go, my boy," he said; "it is good: call in a couple of hours, and remove the plates and glasses."The little waiter trotted down stairs, and Simon sat greedily down to discuss the capon and the white wine.He bolted the legs, he devoured the wings, he cut every morsel of flesh from the breast;--seasoning his repast with pleasant draughts of wine, and caring nothing for the inevitable bill, which was to follow all.

"Ye gods!" said he, as he scraped away at the backbone, "what a dinner! what wine!--and how gayly served up too!" There were silver forks and spoons, and the remnants of the fowl were upon a silver dish."Why, the money for this dish and these spoons,"cried Simon, "would keep me and Mrs.G.for a month! I WISH"--and here Simon whistled, and turned round to see that nobody was peeping--"I wish the plate were mine."Oh, the horrid progress of the Devil! "Here they are," thought Simon to himself; "why should not I TAKE THEM?" And take them he did."Detection," said he, "is not so bad as starvation; and Iwould as soon live at the galleys as live with Madame Gambouge."So Gambouge shovelled dish and spoons into the flap of his surtout, and ran down stairs as if the Devil were behind him--as, indeed, he was.

He immediately made for the house of his old friend the pawnbroker--that establishment which is called in France the Mont de Piete.

"I am obliged to come to you again, my old friend," said Simon, "with some family plate, of which I beseech you to take care."The pawnbroker smiled as he examined the goods."I can give you nothing upon them," said he.

"What!" cried Simon; "not even the worth of the silver?""No; I could buy them at that price at the 'Cafe Morisot,' Rue de la Verrerie, where, I suppose, you got them a little cheaper."And, so saying, he showed to the guilt-stricken Gambouge how the name of that coffee-house was inscribed upon every one of the articles which he had wished to pawn.

The effects of conscience are dreadful indeed.Oh! how fearful is retribution, how deep is despair, how bitter is remorse for crime--WHEN CRIME IS FOUND OUT!--otherwise, conscience takes matters much more easily.Gambouge cursed his fate, and swore henceforth to be virtuous.