A crowd of people now barred Mathieu's way, and he perceived that he was
near the theatre, where a first performance was taking place that
evening. It was a theatre where free farcical pieces were produced, and
on its walls were posted huge portraits of its "star," a carroty wench
with a long flat figure, destitute of all womanliness, and seemingly
symbolical of perversity. Passers-by stopped to gaze at the bills, the
vilest remarks were heard, and Mathieu remembered that the Séguins and
Santerre were inside the house, laughing at the piece, which was of so
filthy a nature that the spectators at the dress rehearsal, though they
were by no means over-nice in such matters, had expressed their disgust
by almost wrecking the auditorium. And while the Séguins were gloating
over this horror, yonder, at their house in the Avenue d'Antin, Céleste
had just put the children, Gaston and Lucie, to bed, and had then hastily
returned to the kitchen, where a friend, Madame Menoux, who kept a little
haberdasher's shop in the neighborhood, awaited her. Gaston, having been
given some wine to drink, was already asleep; but Lucie, who again felt
sick, lay shivering in her bed, not daring to call Céleste, lest the
servant, who did not like to be disturbed, should ill-treat her. And, at
two o'clock in the morning, after offering Santerre an oyster supper at a
night restaurant, the Séguins would come home, their minds unhinged by
the imbecile literature and art to which they had taken for fashion's
sake, vitiated yet more by the ignoble performance they had witnessed,
and the base society they had elbowed at supper. They seemed to typify
vice for vice's sake, elegant vice and pessimism as a principle.
Indeed, when Mathieu tried to sum up his day, he found vice on every
side, in each of the spheres with which he had come in contact. And now
the examples he had witnessed filled him no longer with mere surprise;
they disturbed him, they shook his beliefs, they made him doubt whether
his notions of life, duty, and happiness might not after all be
inaccurate.
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