Chapter 344: The Eve of France
The streets of London were covered with a layer of fog and vapour after the raindrops of beans on the brick-paved University of London campus.
On the open promenade, the sound of riding boots falling to the ground came and went, and several Scottish Yard policemen wearing white gloves, cloaks, tight breeches and police knives appeared at the end of the trail.
Arthur took off the pipe in his mouth, and the smoke screen from the tip of his nose quickly merged with the cold air.
Louis also took off his cigar and let out a leisurely puff of smoke: "How shall we open this mouth with Monsieur Chopin later?" He had only just settled down in London, and yet we now had to send him to Paris, where he was handed over to Louis Philippe. To be honest, I don't think it's a good choice. β
Arthur took off his gloves and rubbed his frozen hands, and replied calmly.
"That's better than staying in London, and although I don't know exactly why they did it, it's certain that our government doesn't intend to come to Poland's aid, much less blame the Russians. Although His Majesty admired Frederick's talent, Louis, you must understand that Britain is not France, and the King cannot just force the collective decisions of the Cabinet to be overturned. Moreover, even if he had the power and courage, it could not be because Frederick went to fall out with the cabinet. β
Louis just asked, "Do you think that's a good thing?" Britain is the epitome of freedom in the world, and you should be on the side of justice and justice. β
Arthur glanced at Louie, of course he understood the other party's careful thoughts.
However, he didn't completely break it, but reminded him in a salty way.
"Of course, justice and justice are to be pursued, but only those who are particularly lacking in them will go so far as to flaunt themselves. And now the person who needs this name most in the world is King Louis Philippe of France.
This man was a 19th-century political skeptic and an 18th-century political skeptic, who had no faith in his own and did not believe that anyone had faith. In essence, he was a man who was keen on power and liked to be a shameless courtier. Although he had been crowned king, the Orthodox royalists in France ridiculed him as a barricade king, because his crown was given by the mob behind the barricades.
However, we should also note that he also has the cunning and pragmatism of the middle class, although he lacks a higher level of purpose. Such a character and foundation made him only able to exercise a rule that lacked both virtue and majesty, and ran the country like a grocery store.
Thankfully, however, the king was well aware of his situation, and he was self-aware, and therefore did not expect much to build up, but only had to keep the orthodox and radical republicans at bay, and at the same time let the constitutionalists check and revolt against each other, so as to ensure that his crown would not fall.
I know that he may not actually be willing to do anything for the Poles, but he needs to find some loud propaganda slogans for himself, to gather some progressives from all over the world, and to feed them in his own golden wire cages with high-ranking officials.
In this way, whenever a guest arrives, or when a citizen comes to visit his palace, he can proudly point to his 'collection' and declare: 'The citizen king of France is the leader of the liberal forces of the world, and France has missed this many times, but this time you have chosen the right one with the July Revolution of 1830.' β
Arthur patted Louis on the shoulder and said to him, "Louie, I know you don't like him, and you don't want to add an exhibit to his collection case. However, for a man like Frederick, who has lost his homeland, at least Paris is better than London to ensure his life and a good life.
I don't want political things to affect your judgment of objective facts, but you must understand that you are now not only a member of the Bonaparte family, but also a police officer at Scotland Yard, and the statement of political neutrality in the Police Instruction is not only directed at Britain. β
Louis asked rhetorically, "Isn't that your personal judgment affected by your personal feelings now?" β
Arthur smiled and complimented, "You're right, Louie, but the Police Instructions don't say anything about it, and I always think it's not a bad thing to have a little personal feelings. If there were no personal feelings on the part of both the legislators and the enforcers in Britain, the repeal of the Bloody Bill would not have been promoted.
And, if only personally, I have some personal feelings, at least it wouldn't be a bad thing for my friends. If you were to be in Frederick's position today, Louis, I assure you that I will send you to Paris as well. On this point, I can swear to God that all of my above statements are true. Of course, if you don't feel strong enough, I'll swear to the devil again. β
Louis could only helplessly punch Arthur in the shoulder when he heard this: "You don't need to do that, what kind of person you are, you can feel it after getting along with you for a long time." Alexander's ability to survive, Mr. Wheatstone's fortune, Mr. Disraeli's ability to come out of his frustrated life so quickly, and so on, are all inseparable from your help. However, my problem is not the same as none of them. But even so, I am grateful for your sincerity, even if your help is only lip service. β
The two were talking, when suddenly, a burst of inflated and stirring notes came from the music room in front of them.
It was a violent roar of upheaval like a storm, as if it was telling the story of this sudden London rainstorm and the end of this cold British winter.
What followed was a slightly strange chord, the incongruous chords accompanied by a sudden change in emotion, like an unrealistic dream being broken by this sudden iron fist, like a clear glass window smashed by a mob's crowbar.
The eerie, intense, and struggling emotions appear together, as if surrounded by a mob in a dark alley of the street. Struggle, struggle, thirst, roar for help, but it was midnight, and the light that had been hoping to appear had not yet arrived.
The ground was sprinkled with filthy and icy sewage, which fused with the warm and hot blood, and the traces of the struggle were dissipating little by little as the raindrops washed away. Maybe tomorrow, the sun will still rise as usual. But no one knows what had happened here in the cold storm of last night.
Dark clouds have covered everything.
And how can this be called light.
When the sun rises, it brings with it what can only be called daytime.
Louis took a dull puff on his cigarette: "It seems that Monsieur Chopin has understood everything, and although this is not necessarily a good thing, it at least saves us from further explaining to him." β
The door of the music room was pushed open, and the first person to appear in Arthur's sight was Alexandre Dumas, who had volunteered to carry Chopin's luggage.
As a republican fighter, he had always felt guilty about not being able to help Chopin and Poland.
Arthur stepped forward and shook Chopin's right hand, which was worth a thousand dollars: "Frederick, I'm sorry for this. β
Chopin looked a little haggard, and in just a few months, his life went through several ups and downs.
This also added a lot of melancholy to his already feminine temperament.
However, he still bothered to smile as much as he could.
"Arthur, it's not you who should apologize, you've done everything you could. On the contrary, I feel like I should apologize to you, I shouldn't have dragged you into this quagmire. Liverpool, Alexander has told me.
If it were me who received the shot, I would have taken it with my chest without hesitation, because it was the noblest thing a Polish citizen could do for the Motherland. But you are not Polish, you don't owe us anything, and you do all this because you have an upright, golden heart.
Actually, even if you don't mention it, I'm going to say goodbye to you and go to Paris. Because I'm afraid that if I stay in London, I'm probably going to make things happen to Liverpool again. There are so many villains in this world that I can't punish them, but at least I want to let a good person like you live. β
When Arthur heard Chopin's words, he only felt that a large number of farewell words that had been prepared in advance were suddenly useless.
Since Chopin chose to respond with sincerity, he will naturally reciprocate with sincerity.
Arthur looked at him and was silent for a moment, and finally chose to lean down and whisper in the little man's ear: "Frederick, it's not your fault, if you want to blame, we can only blame the position we are in now is too low." If you really want to do something for your homeland, then pop a piece of the world there with your hands. At the same time, you also have to keep in mind that you have to keep your distance from some people, and sometimes you don't have to go to the front line to get something done, especially if you're a valuable person. People do not love their neighbor, but they want him to be high and far away. Otherwise, how can you be their star? β
Chopin was stunned at first, but when he came back to his senses, he found that Arthur had stuffed a brand new bill in his hand.
"Arthur, this ......"
Arthur put Chopin's hand back in his hand: "The three hundred pounds of acceptance from the Rothschild Bank, this is the surplus income from your performances at the London Philharmonic Society for the past few months. Although I don't like to measure friendships in terms of money, without money, it is difficult to move an inch away from home.
I've arranged a ticket for you to sail from London to Marseille, and you arrive in Marseille and travel straight to Paris, then go to the Rothschild's Paris branch to get your money out, and finally go to the Paris Opera to meet Monsieur Mendelssohn, who is giving a concert tour there.
I have already explained your situation to Monsieur Mendelssohn in my letter, and he told me that many of the famous pianists in Paris, such as Liszt and Heller, are interested in you. Your friend Monsieur Czerny, a student of Beethoven, is also currently in Paris. With their help, you'll soon be able to hold your first concert in Paris.
As for the government department, I have also informed the Security Department of the Grand Paris Police Agency through personal connections. Mr. FranΓ§ois Vidocq, the head of security, will arrange for a person to meet you at the Paris Opera, and they will help you with all the administrative official documents you are walking around in France.
If your debut in Paris is successful, perhaps Monsieur Vidocque will consider arranging for you to meet King Louis Philippe of France at the Tuileries Palace. His Majesty was very fond of patronage, had a good taste in music, and played a good violin, and you will surely get along with him. β
Chopin was so dazed by Arthur's series of words that he took out a pen and paper from his pocket and said, "Wait...... Arthur, I'll take note. β
"I don't need to."
Arthur took a parcel from Alexandre Dumas's hand, and said as he went: "If there is anything you don't understand, just ask Monsieur Heine, who is traveling with you, and he will return to Paris with you." β
Chopin took a deep breath: "Arthur. β
"What's wrong?" Arthur glanced at him and said to Alexandre Dumas next to him, "Looks like our Frederick needs some good West Indian tobacco, Alexander, do you have any more pipes there?" β
Alexandre Dumas just laughed and hooked Chopin's shoulder and said, "Brother, don't take it too seriously, and don't be too psychologically pressured." I owe this kid my life, but don't you think I'm still going to do something? Between friends, this is a very normal thing, and it is human nature to pull a hand when a friend is unlucky. If Arthur is corrupted, corrupted, and the matter is exposed, and he wanders from the streets of London to Paris, and you have become a world piano master, don't forget to reward him with a bite to eat. β
Arthur also stepped up with Alexandre Dumas and put his arm on Chopin's shoulders and pulled him out: "Don't worry, Frederick, I don't have a lot of food, and I can't eat you poorly." But you have to pay attention to Alexander, I always feel that this fat man will have to go to your door to ask for food before I go bankrupt. β
When Louis saw that they were joking, he also picked up his bag and coaxed: "If Frederick doesn't help you, you can go up to me then." Provided, of course, that Louis Philippe would have stepped down from his throne by then. β
Alexandre Dumas joked, "What? Listen to you, are you going to sit on it? β
"Of course not." Louis just smiled and replied: "Alexander, you know me, I, like you, we have always adhered to republicanism. β
(End of chapter)