Philomena, the waitress, offered the platter. Father signed to her to
offer it to grandfather, after which there was nothing for him but to
take the seat of honour. It was a relief to us all; we all felt that
the place belonged to him by right and that he alone deserved to occupy
it. He and no one else had long been the head of the family. At the
slightest difficulty or vexation every one turned to him, every one
appealed to him. Now the disquietude which had weighed upon the house
for so long a time would be ended. Now we should be directed. No more
sluggard kings! The reins of government, as my history book expressed
it, would be held in strong hands. And it was right that the head of
the house should have all the insignia of authority. A king does not
occupy the second place, and evidently my father would not have crowned
himself of his own accord.
Thus the transferrence of power had taken place in our presence.
I should not have anticipated the change of feeling which took place
within me, almost suddenly. Grandfather’s government had always seemed
to me precarious and derisory. But as soon as he refused to exercise
it I began to admire his disinterestedness and to discover the poetry
of abdication. His sovereign disdain of material things appeared to
me full of grandeur, and I even went so far as to interpret to myself
the expression which had once seemed sacrilegious to me--“whether one
lives in one house or another.” If he had done nothing to protect our
house, perhaps it was because he cared for higher and more distant
things. From his tower chamber he was entering into communication
with the winds and the stars, predicting the future. The weather and
the universe were absorbing him; he could no longer devote himself
to common tasks. There was another mode of interpreting life, which
I vaguely felt without understanding it, and which attracted me by
its unusualness, and its enigma. The deposed king, clothed in the
mystery which was conferred upon him by an unimaginable learning, was
recovering his prestige and even assuming, all unaware to himself, a
degree of ascendancy over my spirit.
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