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THE  LIBRARY 

OF 

THE  UNIVERSITY 
OF  CALIFORNIA 

LOS  ANGELES 


IN  MEMORY  OF 
MRS.  VIRGINIA  B.  SPORER 


NOVELS    BY    EMILE    ZOLA. 

Crown  8vo.  cloth  extra.  3*.  6d.  each. 
VOLUMES  OF  THE  'ROUGON-MACQUART'  SERIES. 

THE  FAT  AND  THE  THIN  ('LE  VENTRE  DE  PARIS') 
Translated  by  ERNEST  ALFRED  VIZETELLY. 

'  A  very  satisfactory  rendering,  which  has  preserved  the  passion,  the  humour,  and  the 
terrlb'e  insight  of  the  original.  Zola  has  never  drawn  a  picture  more  pitilessly  faithful 
to  the  lower  side  of  our  common  humanity  than  this  is.  ...  A  drama  which  reads  like  a 
page  torn  out  of  the  book  of  life  itself.' — SPEAKER. 

'  The  characters  are  drawn  with  a  master  hand,  and  the  two  rival  beauties  will 
bear  comparison  with  any  of  the  portraits  in  the  author's  literary  gallery.'— GLASGOW 
HERALD. 

THE  DRAM-SHOP  ('L'AssoMMOiR').    With  a  Preface  by 
E.  A.  VIZETELLY. 

'  After  reading  "  L'Assommoir  "  and  Zola's  other  books,  it  seems  as  if  in  the  work  of 
all  other  novelists  there  were  a  veil  between  the  reader  and  the  things  described ;  and 
there  is  present  to  our  minds  the  same  difference  as  exists  between  a  human  face  as 
represented  on  canvas  and  the  same  face  as  reflected  in  a  mirror.  It  is  like  finding  truth 
for  the  first  time.' — SIGNOR  EDMONDO  DE  AMICIS. 

MONEY  ('L'ARGENT').    Translated  by  E.  A.  VIZETELLY. 

'  No  one  will  be  able  to  read  "  Money"  without  a  deep  sense  of  its  absolute  truth. 
.  .  .  Everything  in  the  novel  is  on  a  grand  scale.  ...  A  vast  panorama  of  national 
viciousness.  .  .  .  An  overpowering  presentation  of  the  disasters  wrought  by  the  unbridled 
race  for  wealth.'— MORNING  LEADER. 

'  Suffice  it  to  say  of  this  boo_k,  one  of  Zola's  masterpieces,  that  never  has  his  brilliant 

Een  been  used  with  such  realistic,  life-like  force.  .  .  .  The  figure  of  Sacard  is  a  terrible, 
iscinatine  creation.     His  love  of  money,  his  love  of  women  (an  altogether  secondary 
impulse),  his  fixed  hatred  of  the  Jews,  become  more  real  than  reality  itself.' — VANITY 
FAIR. 

HIS  EXCELLENCY  ('SON  EXCELLENCE  EUGENE  ROUGON'). 
With  a  Preface  by  E.  A.  VIZETELLY. 

"The  book  is  one  of  the  most  remarkable  of  the  monumental  series  which  its  author 
built  up  to  depict  the  social  history  of  a  family  under  the  Second  Empire.  It  follows 
the  career  of  an  adventurous  statesman  who  rose  to  power  under  Napoleon  III.,  and 
whose  ambitious  and  unscrupulous  nature,  whose  intrigues  at  Court,  whose  fortunes  in 
affairs  of  the  heart,  and  whose  following  of  varied  hangers-on,  ambitious  like  himself, 
are  all  depicted  as  from  the  life.  The  book  itself  warrants  its  fidelity  to  fact  by  compelling 
belief  instinctively.'— SCOTSMAN. 

THE    DREAM    ('LE    RKVE').      Translated   by   ELIZA   E. 
CHASE.     With  8  Full-page  Illustrations  by  GEORGES  JEANNIOT. 

1  M.  Zola  has  sought  in  this  charming  story  to  prove  to  the  world  that  he  too  can 
write  for  the  virgin,  and  that  he  can  paint  the  better  side  of  human  nature  in  colours  as 
tender  and  true  as  those  employed  by  any  of  his  contemporaries.  ...  It  is  a  beautiful 
story  admirably  told.'— SPEAKER. 

THE    FORTUNE    OF    THE     ROUGONS.     Edited  by 
E.  A.  VIZETELLY. 

'  Full  of  a  rather  sombre  humour,  ricli  satire,  and  unsparing  social  analysis.  To  the 
reader  who  takes  an  interest  in  the  personality  of  Zola,  "The  Fortune  of  the  Rougons" 
has  a  unique  value,  for  in  its  pages  the  author  has  drawn  upon  the  recollections  of  his 
youih.  .  .  .  Should  you  be  consumed  with  a  desire  to  pluck  the  heart  out  of  Zola's 
''  koueon-Macquart  "  volume*,  it  will  be  necessary  to  read  the  lir-l  and  the  last  of  lh<- 
series,  "  The  Fortunes  of  the  Rougons"  and  "  Dr.  Pascal."'— MOKNINC;  LEADER. 


NOVELS  BY  EMILE  ZOLA. 


THE  ABBE  MOURET'S  TRANSGRESSION.  Edited  by 
ERNEST  A.  VIZETELLY.  [Shortly. 

THE  DOWNFALL  ('  LA  DEBACLE  ').  Translated  by  E.  A. 
VIZETELLY.  With  2  Plans  of  the  Battle  of  Sedan. 

'  It  would  probably  be  no  exaggeration  to  say  that;  taken  as  a  whole,  "  La  Deb&cle  " 
is  the  most  wonderfully  faithful  reproduction  of  an  historical  drama  ever  committed  to 
writing.  "  La  DgbScle"  is  an  appalling  record  of  long-drawn-out  misery,  profligacy,  and 
military  and  official  incapacity,  unbroken  by  any  ray  of  hope  or  sunshine." — SPECTATOR. 

*  It  is  only  when  you  have  come  to  the  end  of  "  The  Downfall  "  that  you  appreciate 
the  feverish  hurry  in  which  you  have  read  page  after  page,  and  that  you  know  the 
splendid  art  with  which  M.  Zola  has  concealed  the  fervour,  the  pity,  the  agony,  and  the 
inspiration  with  which  he  has  told  the  tale.' — SUNDAY  SUN. 

DOCTOR  PASCAL.  Translated  by  E.  A.  VIZETELLY.  With 
an  Etched  Portrait  of  the  Author. 

'This  book,  the  crown  and  conclusion  of  the  Rougon-Macquart  volumes,  strikes  us 
as  being  in  some  respects  the  most  powerful,  the  most  dramatic,  and  the  most  pathetic.' 

TIMES. 

'  Dr.  Pascal  Rougon,  the  skilled  physician,  and  the  only  member  of  his  family  that 
has  escaped  the  fatal  taint  of  vice,  here  sits  in  judgment  upon  his  relatives  and  compatriots, 
and  explains  the  causes  of  their  moral  decline  and  fall.  The  work  further  deals  with  many 
of  the  great  problems  of  the  time,  and  incidentally  with  the  much-debated  question,  "  Is 
Christianity  Played  Out?"  Artistically  blended,  however,  with  this  controversial  matter, 
and  the  deeply  interesting  researches  of  the  hero,  is  an  absorbing  love-story,  the  scene  of 
which  is  laid  under  the  burning  sky  of  Provence,  which  fires  the  human  heart  with  passion 
and  maddens  it  to  crime.' — ECHO. 

THE   'THREE  CITIES'  SERIES. 
LOURDES.     Translated  by  E.  A.  VIZETELLY. 

1 A  great  and  notable  book.  .  .  .  The  glory  of  the  book  is  the  inexhaustible,  over- 
flowing human  sympathy  which  transfuses  it  from  end  to  end.  .  .  .  As  you  read,  the  heart  is 
set  beating.  .  .  .  Instead  of  a  mere  name,  "  Lourdes"  will  always  be  something  of  a 
reality  to  every  reader  of  Zola's  admirable  pages.  ...  In  almost  every  respect  a  signal 
triumph — a  book  to  be  read  and  to  be  thankful  for.' — NATIONAL  OBSERVER. 

'The  most  perfect  specimen  of  literary  art  yet  produced  by  M.  Zola.  .  .  .  Beyond 
question  his  best-written  book,  a  model  of  powerful  and  poetic  narrative,  brilliant  in  style, 
in  form,  and  in  colour.' — GRAPHIC. 

ROME.     Translated  by  E.  A.  VIZETELLY. 

1 A  very  great  book.  .  .  We  judge  it  as  a  work  of  art,  and  as  such  we  must  accord  it 
very  high  praise.  Every  part,  great  or  small,  fits  perfectly  into  the  whole  .  .  .  The  Pope, 
the  Cardinals,  and  all  the  lesser  dignitaries  of  the  Church  against  which  the  writer  brings 
his  great  indictment  are  so  painted  that  neither  such  greatness  as  is  in  themselves,  nor 
the  greatness  of  the  cause  which  they  represent,  shall  be  forgotten  in  the  littleness  of  some 
of  the  methods  to  which  they  stoop.'— GUARDIAN. 

PARIS.     Translated  by  E.  A.  VIZETELLY. 

'  These  pictures  of  Parisian  life  are  worthy  of  M.  Zola  at  his  best.  The  author's 
passionate  love  of  the  poor,  his  intolerance  of  their  sufferings,  his  intense  hatred  of  all 
social  wrongs,  and  longing  for  reform  have  never  been  declared  with  more  sincerity, 
more  eloquence,  and  more  ability.  "Paris"  will  bring  him  new  admirers  and  new 
friends,  for  it  shows  him  to  be  not  only  a  great  writer  but  a  man  of  noble  aspirations  and 
splendid  courage.'— PALL  MALL  GAZETTE. 

London :  CHATTO  &  WINDUS,  in  St.  Martin's  Lane,  W.C. 


KMILE  ZOLA   IN    HIS   ENGLISH   GARDEN 
(Sept.   1898) 


WITH  ZOLA  IN  ENGLAND 

A    STORY    OF    EXILE 

TOLD    BY 

ERNEST    ALFRED    VIZETELLY 


WITH    FOUR    PORTRAITS 


LONDON 

CHATTO     &     W INDUS 
1899 


PRINTED    BY 

SPOTTISWOODE    AND    CO.,    NEW-STREET    SQUARE 
LONDON 


College 
Library 


TO 

VIOLETTE    AND    TO    VICTOR 

TO    DORA    AND    TO    BOTH    MARIES 

DEAR    WIFE    AND     ROMPING    DAUGHTER 

I     LOVINGLY     INSCRIBE 

THIS    LITTLE    BOOK 


He  begged  for  Light  !  .  .  Lo,  Darkness  fell, 
And  round  him  cast  its  stifling  pall  ! 

In  vain  he  clamoured  !     Ev'ry  Hell 

Poured  forth  its  fumes  to  drown  his  call. 

He  cried  for  Truth  !  .  .   Lo,  Falsehood  came, 

In  robes  of  Impudence  array'd, 
Polluting  Patriotism's  name, 

Degrading  Honour  to  a  trade. 

He  asked  for  Justice  !  .   .   Lo,  between 
Him  and  the  judgment-seat  there  rose 

The  Sword  of  Menace,  ever  keen 

To  smite  the  braggart  War- Wolfs  foes  ! 

Light,  Truth,  and  Justice  all  denied, 

He  struggled  on  'mid  threat  and  blow — 

A  brave  Voice  battling  by  his  side  — 
Till  Error's  minions  struck  him  low. 

Yet  is  his  faith  not  dead,  nor  mine : 
O'er  deepest  gloom,  o'er  worst  distress, 

Ever  the  mighty  Sun  doth  shine 

Aglow  with  Truth  and  Righteousness. 

The  blackest  clouds  are  rent  at  last ; 

And  the  divine  resistless  flame 
Through  all,  some  morn,  its  blaze  shall  cast, 

The  Wrong  disclose,  the  Right  proclaim  ! 

E.  A.  V. 

February  23,   1898. 


{.Printed  in  '  The  Star'  on  Hit  morrow  of  M.  Zola's  condemnation  in  Paris} 


PREFACE 

ALL  that  I  claim  for  this  little  book,  reprinted 
from  the  columns  of  '  The  Evening  News,'  is  the 
quality  of  frankness.  I  do  not  desire  to  check  or 
disarm  criticism,  but  I  have  a  right  to  point  out 
that  I  have  performed  my  work  rapidly  and  have 
largely  subordinated  certain  literary  considera- 
tions to  a  desire  to  write  my  story  naturally  and 
simply,  in  much  the  same  way  as  I  should  have 
told  it  in  conversation  with  a  friend.  Very  rarely, 
I  think,  have  I  departed  from  this  rule. 

The  book  supplies  an  accurate  account  of 
Emile  Zola's  exile  in  this  country  ;  but  some 
matters  I  have  treated  briefly  because  he  himself 
proposes  to  give  the  world — probably  in  diary 
form — some  impressions  of  his  sojourn  in  England 
with  a  record  of  his  feelings  day  by  day  whilst 

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WITH    ZOLA    IN    ENGLAND 

the  great  campaign  in   favour  of  the  unfortunate 
Alfred  Dreyfus  was  in  progress. 

First,  however,  M.  Zola  intends  to  collect  in 
a  volume  all  his  published  declarations,  articles 
and  letters  on  the  Affair.  Secondly,  he  will 
recount  in  another  volume  his  trials  at  Paris  and 
Versailles  ;  and  only  in  a  third  volume  will  he  be 
able  to  deal  with  his  English  experiences.  The 
last  work  can  scarcely  be  ready  before  the  end  of 
1900,  and  possibly  it  may  not  appear  until  the 
following  year.  And  this  is  one  of  the  reasons 
which  have  induced  me  to  offer  to  all  who  are 
interested  in  the  great  French  writer  this  present 
narrative  of  mine.  Should  the  master's  promised 
record  duly  appear,  my  own  will  sink  into 
oblivion  ;  but  if,  for  one  or  a  other  reason,  M. 
Zola  is  prevented  from  carrying  out  his  plans, 
here,  then,  will  at  least  be  found  some  account  o 
one  of  the  most  curious  passages  in  his  life.  And 
then,  perchance,  my  narrative  may  attain  to  the 
rank  of  memoire  pour  servir. 

I    have   said    that    I    claim   for   my  book  the 
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quality  of  frankness.  In  this  connection  I  may 
point  out  that  I  have  made  in  it  a  full  confession 
of  certain  delinquencies  which  were  forced  on  me 
by  circumstances.  I  trust,  however,  that  my 
brother-journalists  will  forgive  me  if  I  occasionally 
led  them  astray  with  regard  to  M.  Zola's  presence 
in  England  ;  for  I  did  so  purely  and  simply  in 
the  interests  of  the  illustrious  friend  who  had 
placed  himself  in  my  hands. 

That  M.  Zola  should  have  applied  to  me 
directly  he  arrived  in  London  will  surprise  none 
of  those  who  are  aware  of  the  confidence  he  has 
for  several  years  reposed  in  me.  A  newspaper 
referring  to  our  connection  recently  called  the 
great  novelist  '  my  employer.'  But  there  has 
never  been  any  question  of  employer  or  employed 
between  M.  Zola  and  me.  I  should  certainly 
never  think  of  accepting  remuneration  for  any 
little  service  I  might  be  able  to  render  him  ;  nor 
would  he  dream  of  hurting  my  feelings  by  offering 
it.  No.  The  simple  truth  is  that  for  some  years 
now  I  have  translated  M.  Zola's  novels  into 
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WITH   ZOLA   IN   ENGLAND 

English,  and  that  I  have  taken  my  share  of  the 
proceeds  of  the  translations.  For  the  rest  our 
intercourse  has  been  purely  and  simply  that  of 
friends. 

It  is  because,  I  believe,  I  know  and  understand 
Emile  Zola  so  well,  that  1  never  once  lost  confi- 
dence in  him  throughout  the  events  which  led 
to  his  exile  in  England.  That  exile,  curiously 
enough,  I  foreshadowed  in  a  letter  addressed  to 
the  '  Star '  some  months  before  it  actually  began. 
When,  however,  one  has  been  intimate  with  the 
French  for  thirty  years  or  so  it  is  not,  to  my 
thinking,  so  very  difficult  to  tell  what  is  likely  to 
happen  in  a  given  French  crisis.  The  unexpected 
has  to  be  reckoned  with,  of  course  ;  and  much 
depends  on  ability  to  estimate  the  form  which 
the  unexpected  may  take.  Here  experience, 
familiarity  with  details  of  contemporary  French 
history,  and  personal  knowledge  of  the  men 
concerned  in  the  issue,  become  indispensable. 

On  January  16,  1898,  three  days  after  M. 
Zola's  famous  '  J'accuse  '  letter  appeared  in 
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'  L'Aurore,'  and  two  days  before  the  French 
Government  instructed  the  Public  Prosecutor  to 
proceed  against  its  author,  I  wrote  to  the  '  West- 
minster Gazette'  a  long  letter  dealing  with  M. 
Zola's  position.  In  this  letter,  which  appeared  in 
the  issue  of  the  I9th,  I  began  by  establishing  a 
comparison  between  Zola  and  Voltaire,  whose  action 
with  regard  to  the  memory  of  Jean  Galas  I  briefly 
epitomised.  Curiously  enough  at  that  moment 
M.  Zola,  as  I  afterwards  learnt,  was  telling  the 
Paris  correspondent  of  the  '  Daily  Chronicle '  that 
the  opposition  offered  to  his  advocacy  of  the  cause 
of  Alfred  Dreyfus  was  identical  with  that  en- 
countered by  Voltaire  in  his  championship  of 
Galas.  This  was  a  curious  little  coincidence,  for 
I  wrote  my  letter  without  having  any  communica- 
tion with  M.  Zola  respecting  it.  It  contained 
some  passages  which  I  here  venture  to  quote.  In 
a  book  dealing  with  the  great  novelist  these 
passages  may  not  be  out  of  place,  as  they  serve 
to  illustrate  his  general  attitude  towards  the 
Dreyfus  case. 

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'  Truth,'  I  wrote,  '  has  been  the  one  passion  of 
Emile  Zola's  life.1  "  May  all  be  revealed  so  that 
all  may  be  cured "  has  been  his  sole  motto  in 
dealing  with  social  problems.  "  Light,  more 
light !  " — the  last  words  gasped  by  Goethe  on  his 
death-bed — has  ever  been  his  cry.  Holding  the 
views  he  holds,  he  could  not  do  otherwise  than 
come  forward  at  this  crisis  in  French  history  as 
the  champion  of  truth  and  justice.  Silence  on  his 
part  would  have  been  a  denial  of  all  his  principles, 
all  his  past  life.  .  .  .  Against  him  are  marshalled 
all  the  Powers  of  Darkness,  all  the  energy  of  those 
who  prefer  concealment  to  light,  all  the  enmity  of 
the  military  hierarchy  which  has  never  forgotten 
"  LaDe"bacle,"  all  the  hatred  of  the  Roman  hierarchy 
which  will  never  forgive  "  Lourdes  "  and  "  Rome." 
And  the  fetish  of  Patriotism  is  brandished  hither 
and  thither,  rallying  even  free-thinkers  to  the 
cause  of  concealment,  while  each  and  every  appeal 


1  He  himself  wrote  these  very  words  seventeen  months  later 
in  his  article  'Justice,'  published  in  Paris  on  his  return  from 
exile. 

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for  light  and  truth  is  met  by  the  clamorous  cry  : 
"  Down  with  the  dirty  Jews  !  " 

'  For  even  as  Jean  Galas  was  guilty  of  being  a 
Protestant  so  is  Alfred  Dreyfus  guilty  of  being  a 
Jew,  and  at  the  present  hour  unhappily  there  are 
millions  of  French  people  who  can  no  more  believe 
in  a  Jew's  innocence  than  their  forerunners  could 
believe  a  Protestant  to  be  guiltless.  Zola,  for  his 
part,  is  no  Jew,  nor  can  he  even  be  called  a  friend 
of  the  Jews — in  several  of  his  books  he  has 
attacked  them  somewhat  violently  for  certain 
tendencies  shown  by  some  of  their  number — 
but  most  assuredly  he  does  regard  them  as  fellow- 
men  and  not  as  loathsome  animals.  In  the  same 
way  Voltaire  wrote  pungent  pages  against  the 
narrow  practices  of  Calvinism  and  yet  espoused 
the  causes  of  Calas  and  Sirven,  even  as  Zola  has 
espoused  that  of  Dreyfus.  The  only  remain- 
ing question  is  whether  Zola  will  prove  as 
successful  as  his  famous  forerunner.  [Nearly 
the  whole  of  the  European  press  was  at  that 
stage  expressing  doubt  on  this  point]  In 

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this  connection  I  may  say  that  I  regard  Zola 
as  a  man  of  very  calm,  methodical,  judicial 
mind.  He  is  no  ranter,  no  lover  of  words  for 
words'  sake,  no  fiery  enthusiast.  Each  of  his 
books  is  a  most  laborious,  painstaking  piece  of 
work.  If  he  ever  brings  forward  a  theory  he  bases 
it  on  a  mountain  of  evidence,  and  he  invariably 
subordinates  his  feelings  to  his  reason.  I  therefore 
venture  to  say  that  if  he  has  come  forward  so 
prominently  in  this  Dreyfus  case  it  is  not  because 
he  feels  that  wrong  has  been  done,  but  because  he 
is  absolutely  convinced  of  it.  Doubtless  many  of 
the  expressions  in  his  recent  letter  to  President 
Faure  have  come  from  his  heart,  but  they  were  in 
the  first  place  dictated  by  his  reason.  It  is  not 
for  me  here  and  at  the  present  hour  to  speak  of 
proofs,  however  great  may  be  public  curiosity ; 
but  most  certainly  Zola  has  not  taken  up  this  case 
without  what  he  considers  to  be  abundant  proof. 
I  do  not  say  that  he  will  be  able  to  prove  each 
and  every  item  of  his  great  indictment,  but  when 
you  wish  to  bring  everything  to  light  it  is  often 

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necessary  to  cast  your  net  so  wide  that  none  shall 
escape  it,  none  linger  in  concealment  with  their 
actions  unexplained.  And  I  take  it  that  whatever 
be  the  verdict  of  Zola's  countrymen,  whether  or 
not  Alfred  Dreyfus  be  again  and  this  time 
absolutely  proved  guilty  .  .  .  Zola  himself  will 
have  done  good  work  in  striving  to  bring  the 
whole  truth  to  light  so  that  it  shall  be  as  evident 
to  one  and  all  as  the  very  sun  itself.  And  this, 
when  all  is  said,  is  really  Zola's  one  great  object 
in  this  terrible  business. 

'  I  may  add  that  he  is  risking  far  more  than  his 
great  predecessor  risked  in  favour  of  Galas.  Vol- 
taire pleaded  from  his  retirement  on  the  Swiss 
frontier  ;  Zola  pleads  the  cause  he  has  adopted  on 
the  very  spot,  on  the  very  scene  of  all  the  agitation. 
Anonymous  assassins  threaten  him  with  death  in 
letters  and  postcards.  Fanatical  Jew-baiters  march 
through  the  streets  anxious  for  an  opportunity  to 
wreck  his  house  and  murder  not  only  himself  but 
his  wife  also  in  the  sacred  name  of  Patriotism.1 

1  There  is  not  the  slightest  doubt  that  M.  Zola  incurred  the 
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Should  their  menaces  be  escaped  there  remains  the 
Assize  Court  with  a  jury  that  will  need  to  be  brave 
indeed  if  it  is  to  resist  all  the  pressure  of  a 
deliberately  organised  "  terror."  At  the  end  pos- 
sibly lie  imprisonment,  fine,  disgrace,  ruin.  How 
jubilantly  some  are  already  rubbing  their  hands  in 
the  bishops'  palaces,  the  parsonages,  the  sacristies 
of  France  !  Ah  !  no  stone  will  be  kept  unturned 
to  secure  a  conviction  !  But  Emile  Zola  does  not 
waver.  It  may  be  that  the  truth,  the  whole  truth 
will  only  be  known  to  the  world  in  some  distant 
century ;  but  he,  anxious  to  hasten  its  advent  and 
prevent  the  irreparable,  courageously  stakes  all  that 
he  has,  person,  position,  fame,  affections,  and  friend- 
ships. .  .  .  And  this  he  does  for  no  personal  object 
whatsoever,  but  in  the  sole  cause  of  truth  and  justice, 
ever  repeating  the  cry  common  to  both  Goethe 
and  himself:  "  Light,  more  light !  " 

'  Ah !  to  all  the  true  hearts  that  have  followed 

greatest  personal  danger  between  January  and  April  1 898.  M.  Ranc, 
the  old  and  tried  Republican,  who  knows  what  danger  is,  has 
lately  pointed  this  out  in  forcible  terms  in  the  Paris  journal  Le 
Matin. 

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PREFACE 

and  loved  him  through  years  of  mingled  blame  and 
praise,  hard-earned  victory  and  unmerited  reviling,  '<• 
he  is  at  this  hour  dearer  even  than  he  was  before  ; 
for  he  has  now  put  the  seal  upon  his  principles,  and 
to  the  force  of  precept  has  added  that  of  the  most 
courageous  personal  example.' 

This  then  is  what  I  wrote  immediately  after  the 
publication  of  Zola's  letter  '  J'accuse,'  basing  myself 
simply  on  my  knowledge  of  the  master's  character, 
of  the  passions  let  loose  in  France,  and  of  a  few 
matters  connected  with  the  Dreyfus  case,  then  kept 
secret  but  now  public  property.  And  had  I  to  write 
anything  of  the  kind  at  the  present  time,  I  should, 
I  think,  have  but  few  words  to  alter  beyond  sub- 
stituting the  past  for  the  present  or  future  tense. 
In  one  respect  I  was  mistaken.  I  did  not  imagine 
the  truth  to  be  quite  so  near  at  hand.  Since 
January  1898,  however,  nine-tenths  of  it  have  been 
revealed  and  the  rest  must  now  soon  follow.  And 
I  hold,  as  all  hold  who  know  the  inner  workings  of 
I'Affaire  Dreyfus,  that  M.  Zola's  exile,  like  his 
letter  to  President  Faure  and  his  repeated  tria's  for 

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libel,  has  in  a  large  degree  contributed  to  this 
victory  of  the  truth.  For  by  going  into  voluntary 
banishment,  he  kept  not  only  his  own  but  also 
Dreyfus's  case  '  open,'  and  thus  helped  to  foil  the 
last  desperate  attempts  that  were  being  made  to 
prevent  the  truth  from  being  discovered. 

I  should  add  that  in  the  following  pages  I  deal 
very  slightly  with  I'Affaire  Dreyfus,  on  which  so 
many  books  have  already  been  written.  Indeed, 
as  a  rule,  I  have  only  touched  on  those  incidents 
which  had  any  marked  influence  on  M.  Zola  during 
his  sojourn  in  this  country. 

E.   A.  V. 

MERTON,  SURREY. 
June  1899. 

Postscript. — Of  the  four  portraits  which  illustrate 
the  book,  three,  those  of  M.  Zola,  myself,  and  my 
daughter,  are  from  photographs  by  my  son  Victor- 
The  portrait  of  M.  Zola  was  taken  shortly  after  the 
'  death  of  Colonel  Henry,  at  a  time  when  the  master 
was  experiencing  keen  anxiety.     This  will,  I  think, 
be  found  reflected  on  his  countenance, 
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CONTENTS 


PAGE 

I.   ZOLA  LEAVES  FRANCE I 

II.   IN  LONDON l6 

III.      DANGER   SIGNALS 32 

IV.      A  CHANGE   OF  QUARTERS 46 

V.      WIMBLEDON — OATLANDS 6 1 

VI.       STILL   AT   OATLANDS 78 

VII.      EXCURSIONS   AND   ALARUMS 88 

VIII.      OTHER   PERSONAL   ADVENTURES IO3 

IX.  A  QUIET   HOME   AND   A   HAUNTED   HOUSE             .            .Ill 

X.       '  LE   REVE'  :   THE   DREAM 129 

XI.      THROUGH    THE  AUTUMN 144 

XII.      THE   FINAL   RESTING-PLACE 159 

XIII.  WINTER    DAYS    ........  1/4 

XIV.  'WAITING    FOR   THE   VERDICT'      ...           .            .  189 
XV.  LAST   DAYS — DEPARTURE    .                                                           .  2O2 


ILLUSTRATIONS 

EMILE  ZOLA Frontispiece 

E.  A.   viZETELLY To  face  page       16 

F.  W.    WAREHAM ,,  IOO 

VIOLETTE   VIZETELLY  ....  ,,  138 


WITH    ZOLA    IN    ENGLAND 

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ZOLA   LEAVES   FRANCE 

FROM  the  latter  part  of  the  month  of  July  1898, 
down  to  the  end  of  the  ensuing  August,  a  frequent 
heading  to  newspaper  telegrams  and  paragraphs 
was  the  query,  '  Where  is  Zola  ?  '  The  wildest 
suppositions  concerning  the  eminent  novelist's 
whereabouts  were  indulged  in  and  the  most  con- 
tradictory reports  were  circulated.  It  was  on  July  1 8 
that  M.  Zola  was  tried  by  default  at  Versailles 
and  sentenced  to  twelve  months'  imprisonment  on 
the  charge  of  having  libelled,  in  his  letter  '  J'accuse,' 
the  military  tribunal  which  had  acquitted  Com- 
mandant Esterhazy.  On  the  evening  of  the  iQth 
his  disappearance  was  signalled  by  various  tele- 
grams from  Paris.  Most  of  these  asserted  that  he 
had  gone  on  a  tour  to  Norway,  a  course  which  the 

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% 

'  Daily  News '  correspondent  declared  to  be  very 

sensible  on  M.  Zola's  part,  given  the  tropical  heat 
which  then  prevailed  in  the  French  metropolis. 

On  the  2Oth,  however,  the  telegrams  gave  out 
that  Zola  had  left  Paris  on  the  previous  evening  by 
the  8.35  express  for  Lucerne,  being  accompanied 
by  his  wife  and  her  maid.  Later,  the  same  day, 
appeared  a  graphic  account  of  how  he  had  dined  at 
a  Paris  restaurant  and  thence  despatched  a  waiter 
to  the  Eastern  Railway  Station  to  procure  tickets 
for  himself  and  a  friend.  The  very  numbers  of 
these  tickets  were  given  ! 

Yet  a  further  telegram  asserted  that  he  had 
been  recognised  by  a  fellow-passenger,  had  left  the 
train  before  reaching  the  Swiss  frontier,  and  had 
gaily  continued  his  journey  on  a  bicycle.  But 
another  newspaper  correspondent  treated  this 
account  as  pure  invention,  and  pledged  his  word 
that  M.  Zola  had  gone  to  Holland  by  way  of 
Brussels. 

On  July  21  his  destination  was  again  alleged 
to  be  Norway  ;  but — so  desperate  were  the  efforts 
made  to  reconcile  all  the  conflicting  rumours — his 
route  was  said  to  lie  through  Switzerland,  Luxem- 
burg, and  the  Netherlands.  His  wife  (so  the  papers 

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reported)  was  with  him,  and  they  were  bicycling 
up  hill  and  down  dale  through  the  aforenamed 
countries.  Two  days  later  it  was  declared  that  he 
had  actually  been  recognised  at  a  caf<6  in  Brussels 
whence  he  had  fled  in  consequence  of  the  threats 
of  the  customers,  who  were  enraged  '  by  the  pre- 
sence of  such  a  traitor.'  Then  he  repaired  to 
Antwerp,  where  he  was  also  recognised,  and  where 
he  promptly  embarked  on  board  a  steamer  bound 
for  Christiania. 

However,  on  July  25,  the  'Petit  Journal' 
authoritatively  asserted  that  all  the  reports  hitherto 
published  were  erroneous.  M.  Zola,  said  the  Paris 
print,  was  simply  hiding  in  the  suburbs  of  Paris, 
hoping  to  reach  Le  Havre  by  night  and  thence 
sail  for  Southampton.  But  fortunately  the  Pre- 
fecture of  Police  was  acquainted  with  his  plans,  and 
at  the  first  movement  he  might  make  he  would  be 
arrested. 

That  same  morning  our  own  '  Daily  Chronicle ' 
announced  M.  Zola's  presence  at  a  London  hotel, 
and  on  the  following  day  the  '  Morning  Leader ' 
was  in  a  position  to  state  that  the  hotel  in  question 
was  the  Grosvenor.  Both  '  Chronicle  '  and  '  Leader ' 
were  right  ;  but  as  I  had  received  pressing  instruc- 

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tions  to  contradict  all  rumours  of  M.  Zola's  arrival 
in  London,  I  did  so  in  this  instance  through  the 
medium  of  the  Press  Association.  I  here  frankly 
acknowledge  that  I  thus  deceived  both  the  Press 
and  the  public.  I  acted  in  this  way,  however,  for 
weighty  reasons,  which  will  hereafter  appear. 

At  this  point  I  would  simply  say  that  M.  Zola's 
interests  were,  in  my  estimation,  of  far  more  conse- 
quence than  the  claims  of  public  curiosity,  however 
well  meant  and  even  flattering  its  nature. 

One  effect  of  the  Press  Association's  contradic- 
tion was  to  revive  the  Norway  and  Switzerland 
stories.  Several  papers,  while  adhering  to  the  state- 
ment that  M.  Zola  had  been  in  London,  added  that 
he  had  since  left  England  with  his  wife,  and  that 
Hamburg  was  their  immediate  destination.  And 
thus  the  game  went  merrily  on.  M.  Zola's  arrival 
at  Hamburg  was  duly  reported.  Then  he  sailed 
on  the  '  Capella '  for  Bergen,  where  his  advent  was 
chronicled  by  Reuter.  Next  he  was  setting  out 
for  Trondhjem,  whence  in  a  few  days  he  would 
join  his  friend  Bjornstjerne  Bjornson,  the  novelist, 
at  the  latter's  estate  of  Aulestad  in  the  Gudbrands- 
dalen.  Bjornson,  as  it  happened,  was  then  at 
Munich,  in  Germany,  but  this  circumstance  did 

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not  weigh  for  a  moment  with  the  newspapers. 
The  Norway  story  was  so  generally  accepted  that 
a  report  was  spread  to  the  effect  that  M.  Zola  had 
solicited  an  audience  of  the  Emperor  William, 
who  was  in  Norway  about  that  time,  and  that 
the  Kaiser  had  peremptorily  refused  to  see  him, 
so  great  was  the  Imperial  desire  to  do  nothing  of 
a  nature  to  give  umbrage  to  France. 

As  I  have  already  mentioned,  the  only  true 
reports  (so  far  as  London  was  concerned)  were 
those  of  two  English  newspapers,  but  even  they 
were  inaccurate  in  several  matters  of  detail.  For 
instance,  the  lady  currently  spoken  of  as  Mme. 
Zola  was  my  own  wife,  who,  it  so  happens,  is  a 
Frenchwoman.  At  a  later  stage  the  '  Daily  Mail ' 
hit  the  nail  on  the  head  by  signalling  M.  Zola's 
presence  at  the  Oatlands  Park  Hotel  ;  but  so 
many  reports  having  already  proved  erroneous, 
the '  Mail '  was  by  no  means  certain  of  the  accuracy 
of  its  information,  and  the  dubitativc  form  in 
which  its  statement  was  couched  prevented  the 
matter  from  going  further. 

At  last  a  period  of  comparative  quiet  set  in, 
and  though  gentlemen  of  the  Press  were  still 
anxious  to  extract  information  from  me,  nothing 

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further  appeared  in  print  as  to  M.  Zola's  where- 
abouts until  the  '  Times '  Paris  correspondent,  M. 
de  Blowitz,  contributed  to  his  paper,  early  in  the 
present  year,  a  most  detailed  and  amusing  account 
of  M.  Zola's  flight  from  France  and  his  subsequent 
movements  in  exile.  In  this  narrative  one  found 
Mme.  Zola  equipping  her  husband  with  a  night- 
gown for  his  perilous  journey  abroad,  and  secreting 
bank  notes  in  the  lining  of  his  garments.  Then, 
carrying  a  slip  of  paper  in  his  hand,  the  novelist 
had  been  passed  on  through  London  from  police- 
man to  policeman,  until  he  took  train  to  a  village 
in  Warwickshire,  where  the  little  daughter  of  an 
innkeeper  had  recognised  him  from  seeing  his 
portrait  in  one  of  the  illustrated  newspapers. 

There  was  something  also  about  his  acquaint- 
ance with  the  vicar  of  the  locality  and  a  variety  of 
other  particulars,  all  of  which  helped  to  make  up 
as  pretty  a  romance  as  the  '  Times  '  readers  had 
been  favoured  with  for  many  a  day.  But  excellent 
as  was  M.  de  Blowitz's  narrative  from  the  romantic 
standpoint  his  information  was  sadly  inaccurate. 
Of  his  bona  fides  there  can  be  no  doubt,  but  some 
of  M.  Zola's  friends  are  rather  partial  to  a  little 
harmless  joking,  and  it  is  evident  that  a  trap 

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was  laid  for  the  shrewd  correspondent  of  the 
'  Times,'  and  that  he,  in  an  unguarded  moment, 
fell  into  it. 

On  the  incidents  which  immediately  preceded 
M.  Zola's  departure  from  France  I  shall  here  be 
brief;  these  incidents  are  only  known  to  me  by 
statements  I  have  had  from  M.  and  Mme.  Zola 
themselves.  But  the  rest  is  well  within  my 
personal  knowledge,  as  one  of  the  first  things 
which  M.  Zola  did  on  arriving  in  England  was  to 
communicate  with  me  and  in  certain  respects 
place  himself  in  my  hands. 

This,  then,  is  a  plain  unvarnished  narrative — 
firstly,  of  the  steps  that  I  took  in  the  matter,  in 
conjunction  with  a  friend,  who  is  by  profession  a 
solicitor  ;  and,  secondly,  of  the  principal  incidents 
which  marked  M.  Zola's  sojourn  in  England. 
With  the  chronicle  of  incidents  I  have  blended  an 
account  of  M.  Zola's  views  on  some  matters  of 
interest,  as  imparted  by  him  to  me  at  various 
times.  But,  ultimately,  M.  Zola  will  himself  pen 
his  own  private  impressions,  and  on  these  I  shall 
not  trespass.  It  is  because,  according  to  his  own 
statements  to  me,  his  book  on  his  English  impres- 
sions (should  he  write  it)  could  not  possibly  appear 

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for  another  twelve  months,  that  I  have  put  these 
notes  together. 

The  real  circumstances,  then,  of  M.  Zola's  de- 
parture from  France  are  these:  On  July  18,  the 
day  fixed  for  his  second  trial  at  Versailles,  he  left 
Paris  in  a  livery-stable  brougham  hired  for  the 
occasion  at  a  cost  of  fifty  francs.  His  companion 
was  hisfidus  Achates,  M.  Fernand  Desmoulin,  the 
painter,  who  had  already  acted  as  his  bodyguard  at 
the  time  of  the  great  trial  in  Paris.  Versailles  was 
reached  in  due  course,  and  the  judicial  proceedings 
began  under  circumstances  which  have  been 
chronicled  too  often  to  need  mention  here.  When 
M.  Zola  had  retired  from  the  court,  allowing  judg- 
ment to  go  against  him  by  default,  he  was  joined 
by  Maitre  Labori,  his  counsel,  and  the  pair  of  them 
returned  to  Paris  in  the  vehicle  which  had  brought 
M.  Zola  from  the  city  in  the  morning.  M.  Des- 
moulin found  a  seat  in  another  carriage. 

The  brougham  conveying  Messrs.  Zola  and 
Labori  was  driven  to  the  residence  of  M.  Georges 
Charpentier,  the  eminent  publisher,  in  the  Avenue 
du  Bois  cle  Boulogne,  and  there  they  were  presently 
joined  by  M.  Georges  Clemenceau,  Mme.  Zola,  and 
a  few  others.  It  was  then  that  the  necessity  of 


ZOLA   LEAVES    FRANCE 

leaving  France  was  pressed  upon  M.  Zola,  who, 
though  he  found  the  proposal  little  to  his  liking, 
eventually  signified  his  acquiescence. 

The  points  urged  in  favour  of  his  departure 
abroad  were  as  follows  :  He  must  do  his  utmost  to 
avoid  personal  service  of  the  judgment  given 
against  him  by  default,  as  the  Government  was 
anxious  to  cast  him  into  prison  and  thus  stifle  his 
voice.  If  such  service  were  effected  the  law  would 
only  allow  him  a  few  days  in  which  to  apply  for  a 
new  trial,  and  as  he  could  not  make  default  a 
second  time,  and  could  not  hope  at  that  stage  for 
fresh  and  decisive  evidence  in  his  favour,  or  for  a 
change  of  tactics  on  the  part  of  the  judges,  this 
would  mean  the  absolute  and  irrevocable  loss  of 
his  case. 

On  the  other  hand,  by  avoiding  personal  service 
of  the  judgment  he  would  retain  the  right  to  claim 
a  new  trial  at  any  moment  he  might  find  con- 
venient ;  and  thus  not  only  could  he  prevent  his 
own  case  from  being  closed  against  him  and 
becoming  a  chose  jugte,  but  he  would  contribute 
powerfully  towards  keeping  the  whole  Dreyfus 
affair  open,  pending  revelations  which  even  then 
were  foreseen.  And,  naturally,  England,  which  so 

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freely  gives  asylum  to  all  political  offenders,  was 
chosen  as  his  proper  place  of  exile. 

The  amusing  story  of  the  nightgown  tucked 
under  his  arm  and  the  bank  notes  sewn  up  in  his 
coat  is,  of  course,  pure  invention.  A  few  toilet 
articles  were  pressed  upon  him,  and  his  wife 
emptied  her  purse  into  his  own.  That  was  all. 
Then  he  set  out  for  the  Northern  Railway  Station, 
where  he  caught  the  express  leaving  for  Calais 
at  9  P.M.  Fortunately  enough  he  secured  a 
first-class  compartment  which  had  no  other 
occupant. 

M.  Clemenceau  had  previously  suggested  to 
him  that  on  his  arrival  in  London  he  might  well 
put  up  at  the  Grosvenor  Hotel,  and  it  is  quite  pos- 
sible that  the  same  gentleman  handed  him — as 
stated  in  the  '  Times '  narrative — a  slip  of  paper 
bearing  the  name  of  that  noted  hostelry.  But,  at 
all  events,  this  paper  was  never  used  by  M.  Zola. 
He  has  an  excellent  memory,  and  when  he  reached 
Victoria  Station  at  forty  minutes  past  five  o'clock 
on  the  morning  of  July  19,  the  name  of  the  hotel 
where  he  had  arranged  to  fix  his  quarters  for  a  few 
days  came  readily  enough  to  his  lips. 

There  was,  however,  one  thing  that  he  did  not 
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know,  and  that  was  the  close  proximity  of  this 
hotel  to  the  railway  station.  So,  having  secured  a 
hansom,  he  briefly  told  the  Jehu  to  drive  him  to 
the  Grosvenor.  At  this,  cabby  looked  down  from 
his  perch  in  sheer  astonishment.  Then,  doubtless, 
in  a  considerate  and  honest  spirit — for  there  are 
still  some  considerate  and  honest  cabbies  in 
London — he  tried  to  explain  matters.  At  all 
events  he  spoke  at  length.  But  M.  Zola  failed  to 
understand  him. 

'  Grosvenor  Hotel,'  repeated  the  novelist ;  and 
then,  seeing  that  cabby  seemed  bent  on  further 
expostulation,  he  resolutely  took  his  seat  in  the 
vehicle.  This  driver,  doubtless  after  the  fashion  of 
certain  of  his  Paris  colleagues,  must  be  trying  to 
play  some  trick  in  order  to  avoid  a  long  journey. 
It  was  as  well,  therefore,  to  teach  him  to  refrain 
from  trifling  with  his  'fares.' 

However,  cabby  said  no  more,  or  if  he  did  his 
words  failed  to  reach  M.  Zola.  The  reins  were 
jerked,  the  scraggy  night-horse  broke  into  a  spas- 
modic trot,  turned  out  of  the  station,  and  pulled  up 
in  front  of  the  caravansary  which  an  eminent 
butcher  has  done  so  much  to  immortalise. 

Zola  was  astonished  at  reaching  his  destination 
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with  such  despatch,  and  suddenly  became  conscious 
of  cabby's  real  motive  in  expostulating  with  him. 
However,  he  ascended  the  steps,  entered  the  hotel, 
produced  one  of  the  few  hundred-franc  notes  which 
his  purse  contained,  and  asked  first  for  change  and 
afterwards  for  a  bedroom.  English  money  was 
handed  to  him  for  his  note,  and  the  night  porter 
carried  cabby  the  regulation  shilling  for  the  journey 
of  a  few  yards  which  had  been  made. 

Then,  as  M.  Zola  had  no  luggage  with  him,  he 
was  requested  to  deposit  a  sovereign  with  the  hotel 
clerk  and  to  inscribe  his  name  in  the  register. 
This  he  did,  and  the  tell-tale  signature  of 
'  M.  Pascal,  Paris,'  still  remains  as  a  token  of  the 
accuracy  of  this  narrative. 

Such,  then,  was  the  way  in  which  M.  Zola 
travelled  across  London,  obligingly  passed  on  from 
policeman  to  policeman,  and  carrying  a  slip  of 
paper — a  '  way-bill,'  as  it  were — in  his  hand  !  As 
the  above  account  was  given  to  me  by  himself,  it 
will  probably  be  deemed  more  worthy  of  credit 
than  the  amusing  romance  which  was  so  success- 
fully palmed  off  on  M.  cle  Blowitx,  of  the 
'  Times.' 


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41 

Of  his  journey  from  Paris  that  night,  he  re- 
clining alone  in  his  compartment  as  the  Calais 
express  rushed  across  the  plains  of  Picardy  under 
a  star-lit  sky  ;  of  his  embarking  on  board  the  little 
Channel  boat  amidst  the  glimmer  of  lanterns,  his 
transference  to  a  fresh  train  at  Dover,  followed  by 
another  and  even  faster  rush  on  to  London  ;  of 
his  gloomy  thoughts  at  this  sudden  severance 
from  one  and  all,  at  speeding  in  this  lonely  fashion 
into  exile,  and  returning  surreptitiously,  as  it  were, 
to  the  city  where  but  a  few  years  previously  he  had 
been  received  as  one  of  the  kings  of  literature,  he 
will  ever  retain  a  keen  impression. 

It  was  at  Victoria  that  his  journey  ended,  even 
as  it  had  ended  in  1893  !  Dut  how  changed  the 
scene !  He  finds  the  station  gaunt  and  well-nigh 
deserted  ;  the  few  passengers  are  gliding  away  like 
phantoms  into  the  morning  air  ;  the  porters  loiter 
around,  and  the  Customs  officers  discharge  their 
duties  in  a  perfunctory,  sleepy  way.  No  crowd  of 
Pressmen  and  sightseers  is  present  ;  there  are  no 
delegates  and  address,  and  flowers,  and  cheers  as 
of  yore.  Only  cabby,  who  expostulates,  and  who 
doubtless  thinks  this  Frenchman  a  bit  of  a  crank 


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WITH    ZOLA    IN    ENGLAND 

to  insist  upon  being  driven  just  round  the 
corner ! 

And  at  the  hotel  no  army  of  servants  appears 
to  marshal  the  master  to  the  best  suite  of  rooms 
on  the  principal  floor.  In  lieu  thereof  comes  a 
doubtful  greeting  and  a  demand  for  a  deposit  of 
money,  for  fear  lest  he  should  be  some  vulgar 
bilker.  Then,  once  he  is  in  the  lift,  he  goes  up 
and  up  without  stopping,  until  the  very  topmost 
floor  is  reached.  And  afterwards  he  is  marched 
along  interminable  passages,  with  walls  painted  a 
crude,  hideous  shade  of  blue,  so  offensive  to  all 
artistic  instinct  as  verily  to  make  one's  gorge  rise. 
Then  at  last  he  finds  himself  in  a  room  which,  high 
as  it  is  situated,  is  of  lowly,  common  aspect.  Yet 
he  is  only  too  glad  to  reach  it,  and  throw  himself 
on  the  bed  to  rest  awhile,  and  to  think. 

New  experiences  are  awaiting  him.  He  is  far 
away  from  the  mob  that  pelted  his  windows  with 
stones  and  yelled  '  Conspuez  !  conspuez  ! '  when- 
ever he  left  his  house.  Here  there  is  no  hostility. 
Here  quietude  prevails,  save  for  the  shrill  whistles 
of  arriving  or  departing  trains.  Yet  he  is  also  far 
from  the  great  majority  of  his  affections  and 
friendships.  But  at  this  remembrance  a  fresh 

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ZOLA    LEAVES    FRANCE 

thought  comes  to  him  ;  he  takes  one  of  his  visiting 
cards  from  his  pocket-book,  pencils  a  few  lines  on 
it,  and  encloses  it  in  an  envelope  ready  to  be 
posted.  Then  he  again  lies  down  ;  tired  as  he  is, 
after  his  exciting  day  at  Versailles  and  his  weari- 
some night  journey,  he  soon  falls  soundly  asleep. 


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WITH    ZOLA .  IN    ENGLAND 


II 

IN    LONDON 

ON  Tuesday,  July  19,  I  went  to  London  on 
business,  and  did  not  return  to  my  home  in  the 
south-western  suburbs  until  nearly  seven  o'clock  in 
the  evening.  My  wife  immediately  placed  in  my 
hands  an  envelope  addressed  to  me  in  the  hajid- 
writing  of  M.  Zola.  At  first,  having  noticed  neither 
the  stamp  nor  the  postmark,  I  imagined  that  the 
communication  had  come  from  Paris. 

On  opening  the  envelope,  however,  I  found  that 
it  contained  a  card  on  which  was  written  in  French 
and  in  pencil  :  — 

'  My  dear  confrere, — Tell  nobody  in  the  world, 
and  particularly  no  newspaper,  that  I  am  in 
London.  And  oblige  me  by  coming  to  see  me 
to-morrow,  Wednesday,  at  eleven  o'clock,  at  Gros- 
venor  Hotel.  You  will  ask  for  M.  Pascal.  And 

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above   all,  absolute  silence,  for  the    most    serious 

interests  are  at  stake. 

'  Cordially, 

'  EMILE  ZOLA.' 

I  was  for  a  moment  amazed  and  also  somewhat 
affected  by  this  message,  the  first  addressed  by  M. 
Zola  to  anybody  after  his  departure  from  France. 
Since  the  publication  of  his  novel  '  Paris,'  which 
had  followed  his  first  trial,  I  had  not  seen  him,  and 
we  had  exchanged  but  few  letters.  I  had  written 
to  express  my  sympathy  over  the  outcome  of  the 
proceedings  at  Versailles,  but  owing  to  his  sudden 
flitting  my  note  had  failed  to  reach  him.  And  now 
here  he  was  in  London — in  exile,  as,  curiously 
enough,  I  myself  had  foretold  as  probable  some 
time  before  in  a  letter  to  one  of  the  newspapers. 

My  first  impulse  was  to  hurry  to  the  Grosvenor 
immediately,  but  I  reflected  that  I  might  not  find 
him  there,  and  that  even  if  I  did  I  might  incon- 
venience him,  as  he  had  appointed  the  following 
day  for  my  call.  So  I  contented  myself  with 
telegraphing  as  follows  :  '  Pascal,  Grosvenor  Hotel. 
—Rely  on  me,  to-morrow,  eleven  o'clock.'  And 
as  a  precautionary  measure,  I  signed  my  telegram 
merely  with  my  Christian  name. 

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WITH    ZOLA    IN    ENGLAND 

As  I  afterwards  learnt,  M.  Zola  had  spent  that 
day  companionless,  walking  about  the  Mall  and 
St.  James's  Park,  and  purchasing  a  shirt,  a  collar, 
and  a  pair  of  socks  at  a  shop  in  or  near  Buckingham 
Palace  Road,  where,  knowing  no  English,  he  ex- 
plained his  requirements  by  pantomime.  He  had 
further  studied  several  street  scenes,  and  had  given 
some  time  to  wondering  what  purpose  might  be 
served  by  a  certain  ugly  elongated  building,  over- 
looking a  drive  and  a  park.  There  was  a  sentry 
at  the  gate,  but  the  place  had  such  a  gaunt,  clumsy, 
and  mournful  aspect,  that  M.  Zola  could  not 
possibly  picture  it  as  the  London  palace  of  her 
most  Gracious  Majesty  the  Queen. 

However,  evening  found  him  once  more  in  his 
room  at  the  Grosvenor ;  and  feeling  tired  and 
feverish  he  lay  down  and  dozed.  When  he  awoke 
between  nine  and  ten  o'clock  he  perceived  a  buff 
envelope  on  the  carpet  near  by  him.  It  had  been 
thrust  under  the  door  during  his  sleep,  and  its 
presence  greatly  astonished  him,  for  he  expected 
neither  letter  nor  telegram.  For  a  moment,  as  he 
has  told  me,  he  imagined  this  to  be  some  trap  ; 
wondered  if  he  had  been  watched  and  followed  to 
London,  and  almost  made  up  his  mind  to  leave  the 

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hotel  that  night.  But  when,  after  a  little  hesitation, 
he  had  opened  the  envelope  and  read  my  telegram, 
he  realised  how  groundless  had  been  his  alarm. 

On  the  morrow,  when  I  reached  the  Grosvenor 
and  inquired  at  the  office  there  for  M.  Pascal,  I 
was  asked  my  name,  on  giving  which  I  received  a 
note  from  M.  Zola  saying  that  he  unexpectedly 
found  himself  obliged  to  go  out,  but  would  return 
at  2.30  P.M.  As  I  stood  reading  this  note,  I  espied 
a  couple  of  individuals  scrutinising  me  in  what  I 
deemed  a  most  suspicious  manner.  Both  were 
Frenchmen  evidently  ;  they  wore  billycock  hats 
and  carried  stout  sticks  ;  and  one  of  them,  swarthy 
and  almost  brigandish  of  aspect,  had  the  ribbon  of 
the  Legion  of  Honour  in  his  buttonhole.  It  was 
easy  to  take  these  individuals  for  French  detectives, 
and  I  hastily  jumped  to  the  conclusion  that  they 
were  on  '  M.  Pascal's  '  track. 

To  make  matters  even  more  suspicious,  when, 
after  placing  Zola's  note  in  my  pocket,  I  began  to 
cross  the  vestibule,  the  others  deliberately  followed 
me,  and  in  all  likelihood  I  should  have  fled  never 
to  return  if  a  well-known  figure  in  a  white  billycock 
and  grey  suit  had  not  suddenly  advanced  towards 
us  from  the  direction  of  the  staircase.  In  another 

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WITH    ZOLA    IN    ENGLAND 

moment  I  had  exchanged  greetings  with  M.  Zola, 
and  my  suspicious  scrutinisers  had  been  introduced 
to  me  as  friends.  One  of  them  was  none  other 
than  M.  Fernand  Desmoulin.  They  had  arrived 
from  Paris  that  morning,  and  were  about  to  sally 
forth  with  M.  Zola  in  search  of  Mr.  Fletcher 
Moulton,  Q.C.,  to  whom  they  had  brought  a  letter 
of  introduction  from  Maitre  Labori. 

Hence  the  note  which  M.  Zola  had  already 
deposited  for  me  at  the  hotel  office.  Had  I  been 
a  moment  later  I  should  have  found  them  gone. 

My  arrival  led  to  a  change  in  the  programme. 
It  was  resolved  to  begin  matters  with  lunch  at  the 
hotel  itself,  and  to  postpone  the  quest  for  Mr. 
Fletcher  Moulton  until  the  afternoon.  I  made,  at 
the  time,  a  note  of  our  menu.  The  '  bitter  bread 
of  exile '  consisted  on  this  occasion  of  an  omelet, 
fried  soles,  fillet  of  beef,  and  potatoes.  To  wash 
down  this  anchoretic  fare  M.  Desmoulin  and  myselt 
ordered  Sauterne  and  Apollinaris  ;  but  the  contents 
of  the  water  bottle  sufficed  for  M.  Zola  and  the 
other  gentleman. 

With  waiters  moving  to  and  fro,  nearly  always 
within  hearing,  there  was  little  conversation  at 
table,  but  we  afterwards  chatted  in  all  freedom  in 

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M.  Zola's  room  just  under  the  roof.  Ah  !  that 
room.  I  have  already  referred  to  the  dingy  aspect 
which  it  presented.  Around  the  Grosvenor  Hotel, 
encompassing  its  roof,  runs  a  huge  ornamental 
cornice,  behind  which  are  the  windows  of  rooms 
assigned,  I  suppose,  to  luggageless  visitors.  From 
the  rooms  themselves  there  is  nothing  to  be  seen 
unless  you  throw  back  your  head,  when  a  tiny 
patch  of  sky  above  the  top  line  of  the  cornice 
becomes  visible.  You  are,  as  it  were,  in  a  gloomy 
well.  The  back  of  the  cornice,  with  its  plaster 
stained  and  cracked,  confronts  your  eyes ;  and 
with  a  little  imagination  you  can  easily  fancy 
yourself  in  a  dungeon  looking  into  some  castle 
moat. 

'  Le  fosst  de  Vincennes,'  so  M.  Zola  suggested, 
and  that  summed  up  everything.  Yet  it  seemed 
to  him  very  appropriate  to  his  circumstances,  and 
he  absolutely  refused  to  exchange  rooms  with 
M.  Desmoulin,  who  was  somewhat  more  comfort- 
ably lodged. 

The  appointments  of  M.  Zola's  chamber  were, 
I  remember,  of  a  summary  description.  There 
were  few  chairs,  and  so  one  of  us  sat  on  the  bed. 
We  succeeded  in  procuring  some  black  coffee, 

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WITH    ZOLA    IN    ENGLAND 

though  the  chambermaid  regarded  this  as  a  most 
unusual  '  bedroom  order'  at  that  hour  of  the  day  ; 
and  when  M.  Desmoulin  had  lighted  a  cigar,  his 
friend  a  pipe,  and  myself  a  cigarette,  a  regular 
Council  of  War  was  held.  [N.B. — M.  Zola  gave 
up  tobacco  in  his  young  days,  when  it  was  a 
question  of  his  spending  twopence  per  diem  on 
himself,  or  of  allowing  his  mother  the  wherewithal 
to  buy  an  extra  pound  of  bread.] 

The  council  dealt  mainly  with  two  points — 
first,  what  was  M.  Zola  to  do  in  England  ?  Should 
he  go  into  the  country,  or  to  the  seaside,  or  settle 
down  in  the  London  suburbs  ?  Since  he  wished 
to  avoid  recognition,  it  would  be  foolish  for  him 
to  remain  in  London,  particularly  at  an  hotel  like 
the  Grosvenor.  Then,  for  my  benefit,  the  legal 
position  was  set  forth,  as  well  as  the  object  of  taking 
Maitre  Labori's  letter  to  Mr.  Fletcher  Moulton. 

The  chief  point  was,  Could  the  French 
Government  in  any  way  signify  the  judgment  of 
the  Versailles  Court  to  M.  Zola  personally  while 
he  remained  in  Great  Britain  ?  If  the  French 
officials  could  legally  do  nothing  of  that  kind, 
there  would  be  less  necessity  for  M.  Zola  to  court 
retirement. 

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IN   LONDON 

After  the  hurly-burly  of  Faffaire  Dreyfus^  he 
certainly  needed  some  rest  and  privacy,  but  the 
question  was  whether  retirement  would  be  a 


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M.    ZOLA'S    NOTE   TO    MR.    VIZF.TEI.LY. 


necessity  or  a  mere  matter  of  convenience.  Now 
the  choice  of  a  place  of  sojourn  depended  on  the 
answer  to  the  second  question,  and  it  was  resolved, 
nein.  con.,  that  M.  Dcsmoulin,  who  spoke  a  little 

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English  and  knew  something  of  London,  should 
forthwith  drive  to  Mr.  Fletcher  Moulton's  house  in 
Onslow  Square,  S.W.,  in  accordance  with  the 
address  given  on  Maitre  Labori's  letter.  M.  Des- 
moulin's  friend,  on  his  side,  was  to  return  to  Paris 
that  afternoon  by  the  Club  train.  So,  the  council 
over,  both  these  gentlemen  went  off,  leaving 
M.  Zola  and  myself  together. 

We  had  a  long  and  desultory  chat,  now  on  the 
Dreyfus  affair  generally,  now  on  M.  Zola's  personal 
position,  the  probable  duration  of  his  exile,  and  so 
forth.  He  himself  did  not  think  that  he  would 
remain  abroad  beyond  October  at  the  latest,  and 
as  there  might  be  a  delay  if  not  a  difficulty  in 
getting  any  clothes  sent  to  him  from  Paris,  he 
proposed  to  make  a  few  purchases. 

It  was  then  that  he  told  me  how  he  had 
already  bought  a  shirt,  collar,  and  socks  on  the 
previous  day. 

'  I  had  nothing  but  what  I  was  wearing,'  said 
he.  '  I  had  been  to  Versailles  and  had  sat  per- 
spiring in  the  crowded  court ;  then  I  had  spent 
the  night  travelling.  I  looked  dirty,  and  I  felt 
abominably  uncomfortable.  So  I  go  out,  yester- 
day morning,  and  see  a  shop  with  shirts,  neckties, 

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collars,  and  socks  in  the  window.  I  go  in  ;  I  take 
hold  of  my  collar,  I  pull  down  my  cuffs,  I  tap  my 
shirt  front.  The  shopman  smiles  ;  he  understands 
me.  He  measures  my  neck  ;  he  gives  me  a  shirt 
and  some  collars.  But  then  we  come  to  the  socks, 
and  I  pull  up  my  trousers  and  point  to  those  I  am 
wearing.  He  understands  immediately.  He  is 
very  intelligent.  He  climbs  his  steps  and  pulls 
parcels  and  boxes  from  his  shelves. 

'  Here  are  socks  of  all  colours,  dark  and  light, 
spotted,  striped,  in  mixtures,  in  cotton,  in  wool, 
some  ribbed  and  some  with  silk  clockings.  But 
they  are  huge  !  I  look  at  one  pair  ;  it  is  too  big  ; 
he  shows  me  another  and  another ;  they  are  still  of 
a  larger  size.  Then,  impatient,  and  perhaps  rather 
abruptly,  I  hold  out  my  fist  for  the  man  to  measure 
it,  and  thus  gauge  the  length  of  my  foot  as  is  done 
in  Paris.  But  he  docs  not  understand  me.  He 
draws  back  close  to  his  shelves  as  if  he  imagines 
that  I  want  to  box  him.  And  when  I  again  lift 
my  foot  to  call  his  attention  to  its  size,  he  shows 
even  greater  concern.  Fortunately  an  idea  comes 
to  me.  I  take  one  of  the  mammoth  socks  that  are 
lying  on  the  counter  and  fold  parts  of  it  neatly 
back,  so  as  to  make  it  appear  very  much  smaller 

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than  it  is.  Then  the  shopman  suddenly  brightens, 
taps  his  forehead,  climbs  his  steps  again,  and  pulls 
yet  more  boxes  and  parcels  from  his  shelves. 
And  here  at  last  are  the  small  socks !  So  I 
choose  a  pair,  and  pay  the  bill.  And  the  man 
bows  his  thanks,  well  pleased,  it  seems,  to  find 
that  in  thrusting  out  my  fist  and  raising  my  foot 
I  had  been  actuated  by  no  desire  to  injure  him.' 

I  was  still  chuckling  over  M.  Zola's  anecdote 
when  M.  Desmoulin  returned  from  his  journey  to 
Onslow  Square.  He  had  there  interviewed  a 
smart  boy  in  buttons,  who  had  informed  him  that 
his  learned  master  was  out  of  town  electioneering, 
and  might  not  be  home  again  for  a  week  or  two. 
Desmoulin  had,  therefore,  retained  possession  of 
Maitre  Labori's  note  of  introduction. 

I  now  remembered  what  I  ought  to  have  re- 
called before— namely,  that  Mr.  Fletcher  Moulton 
was  at  that  moment  a  candidate  for  the  parlia- 
mentary representation  of  the  Launceston  division 
of  Cornwall.  Under  such  circumstances  it  was 
unlikely  that  his  advice  would  be  available  for  some 
little  time  to  come.  And  so  all  idea  of  applying 
to  him  was  abandoned.  It  may  be  that  this 
narrative,  should  it  meet  the  learned  gentleman's 

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•"***•  (• 

eye,  will  for  the  first  time  acquaint  him  with  what 
was  intended  by  M.  Zola,  acting  under  Maitre 
Labori's  advice. 

M.  Zola,  I  should  add,  remained  most  anxious 
to  secure  an  English  legal  opinion  on  his  position, 
and  I  therefore  suggested  to  him  that  I  should  that 
evening  consult  a  discreet  and  reliable  friend  of 
mine,  a  solicitor.  We,  of  course,  well  knew  that 
there  could  be  no  extradition,  but  it  was  a  point 
whether  a  copy  of  the  Versailles  judgment  might 
not  legally  be  placed  in  M.  Zola's  hands,  under 
such  conventions  as  might  exist  between  France 
and  Great  Britain. 

This,  I  thought,  could  be  ascertained  within  the 
next  forty-eight  hours,  and  meantime  M.  Zola 
might  remain  where  he  was,  for  I  could  not  well 
offer  him  an  asylum  in  my  little  home.  My  con- 
nection with  him  as  his  English  translator  being  so 
widely  known,  newspaper  reporters  were  certain  to 
call  upon  me,  and  whatever  precautions  I  might 
take,  his  presence  in  my  house  would  speedily  be 
discovered.  On  the  other  hand,  M.  Desmoulin 
wished  to  go  to  Brighton  or  Hastings,  but,  in  my 
estimation,  both  those  places,  crowded  with  holiday- 
makers,  were  not  desirable  spots. 

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Leaving  the  Grosvenor,  the  three  of  us  dis- 
cussed these  matters  while  strolling  up  Bucking- 
ham Palace  Road.  It  was  a  warm  sunshiny 
afternoon,  and  the  street  was  full  of  people.  All 
at  once  a  couple  of  ladies  passed  us,  and  one  of 
them,  after  turning  her  head  in  our  direction,  made 
a  remark  to  her  companion. 

'  Did  you  hear  that  ? '  Desmoulin  eagerly 
inquired.  '  She  spoke  in  French  ! ' 

'  Ah  ! '  I  replied.     '  What  did  she  say  ?  ' 

'"Why,"  she  exclaimed,  "there's  M.  Zola!" 
Our  secret  is  as  good  as  gone  now  !  It  will  be 
all  over  London  by  to-morrow  ! ' 

We  felt  somewhat  alarmed.  Who  could  those 
ladies  be  ?  For  my  part  I  had  scarcely  noticed 
them.  Desmoulin  opined,  however,  that  they 
might  perchance  be  French  actresses,  members 
possibly  of  Madame  Sarah  Bernhardt's  company, 
which  was  then  in  London.  And  again  he  urged 
the  necessity  of  immediate  departure.  They  must 
go  to  Hastings,  Brighton,  Ramsgate — some  place 
at  all  events  where  the  author  of  '  J 'accuse  '  would 
incur  less  chance  of  recognition. 

To  me  it  seemed  that  some  quiet,  retired 
country  village  would  be  most  suitable.  In  any 

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town  M.  Zola  would  incur  great  risk  of  being 
identified.  Moreover  his  appearance  was  con- 
spicuous, his  white  billycock,  his  glasses,  his  light 
grey  suit,  his  rosette  of  the  Legion  of  Honour, 
his  many  characteristic  gestures  all  attracted 
attention.  If  anything  was  to  be  done  he  must 
begin  by  Anglicising  his  appearance.  But  what- 
ever I  might  urge  I  found  him  stubborn  on  that 
point ;  and,  as  for  departure  from  London,  he 
preferred  to  postpone  this  until  I  should  have 
seen  my  friend  the  solicitor. 

'  Everything  is  as  good  as  lost ! '  cried  M.  Des- 
moulin.  '  How  foolish,  too,  of  Clemenceau  to  have 
sent  you  to  a  swell  hotel  in  a  fashionable  neigh- 
bourhood !  I  am  certain  there  are  other  French 
people  staying  at  the  Grosvenor — I  heard  some- 
body talking  French  there  this  morning.' 

This  again  might  lead  to  unpleasantness,  and 
I  could  see  that  the  master  was  gradually  growing 
anxious.  By  this  time,  however,  we  had  reached 
St.  James's  Park,  and  there,  as  we  seated  ourselves 
on  some  chairs  beside  the  ornamental  water,  I  led 
the  conversation  into  another  channel  by  producing 
an  evening  newspaper,  and  reading  therefrom 
successive  narratives  of  how  M.  Zola  had  sailed  for 

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Norway,  how  he  had  taken  train  at  the  Eastern 
Terminus  in  Paris,  and  how  he  had  been  bicycling 
through  the  Oberland  on  his  way  to  some  mysteri- 
ous Helvetian  retreat.  Then  we  laughed — ah  ! 
those  journalists  ! — and  fears  were  at  an  end. 

The  ducks  paddled  past  us,  the  drooping  foliage 
of  the  island  trees  stirred  in  the  warm  breeze. 
On  a  bench  near  at  hand  a  couple  of  vagrants 
sat  dozing,  with  their  toes  protruding  through  their 
wretched  footgear.  Then  a  soldier,  smart  and 
pert,  strolled  up,  a  flower  between  his  lips  and  a 
good-looking  girl  beside  him.  Away  in  front  of 
us  were  the  top  windows  and  the  roofs  of  St. 
Anne's  Mansions.  Farther,  on  the  left,  the  clock 
tower  of  Westminster  glinted  in  the  sun-rays, 

'  Fine  ducks  ! '  said  M.  Zola. 

'  A  pretty  corner,'  added  Desmoulin,  waving 
his  hand  towards  some  branches  that  drooped  to 
the  water's  edge.  And  suddenly  I  remembered 
and  told  them  of  another  French  exile,  the 
epicurean  St.  Evremond,  whose  needs  were  re- 
lieved by  Charles  II.  appointing  him  governor  of 
yonder  Duck  Island  at  a  salary  of  3OO/.  a  year. 

'  Well,  I  have  little  money  in  my  pocket,'  quoth 
Zola,  '  but  I  don't  think  I  shall  come  to  that.  I 

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hope  that  my  pen  alone  will  always  yield  me  the 
little  I  require.' 

But  Big  Ben  struck  the  hour.  It  was  six 
o'clock.  So  we  separated,  Messrs.  Zola  and  Des- 
moulin  to  retire  to  the  dungeon  at  the  Grosvenor, 
and  I  to  go  in  search  of  my  friend  the  solicitor  at 
his  private  house  at  Wimbledon. 


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III 

DANGER   SIGNALS 

THAT  evening,  then,  I  called  upon  my  friend- 
Mr.  F.  W.  Wareham,  of  Wimbledon,  and  Ethel- 
burga  House,  Bishopsgate  Street — and  laid  before 
him  the  legal  points.  I  afterwards  arranged  to  see 
him  on  the  following  morning  in  town,  when  I 
hoped  to  fix  a  meeting  between  him  and  M.  Zola. 
My  first  call  on  Thursday,  July  21,  was  made  to 
the  Grosvenor  Hotel,  where  I  found  both  the 
master  and  M.  Desmoulin  in  a  state  of  anxiety. 
M.  Zola,  for  his  part,  felt  altogether  out  of  his 
element.  After  the  excitement  of  his  trial  and  his 
journey  to  England,  and  the  novelty  of  finding 
himself  stranded  in  a  strange  city,  a  kind  of  re- 
action had  set  in  and  he  was  extremely  depressed. 
M.  Desmoulin  on  his  side,  having  procured 
several  morning  newspapers,  had  explored  their 
columns  to  ascertain  whether  the  ladies  by  whom 
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the  master  had  been  recognised  in  the  street  on 
the  previous  day,  had  by  any  chance  noised  the 
circumstance  abroad.  However,  the  Press  was  still 
on  the  Norway  and  Holland  scents,  and  as  yet  not 
a  paper  so  much  as  suggested  M.  Zola's  presence 
in  England. 

'  There  has  hardly  been  time,'  said  Desmoulin 
to  me,  '  but  there  will  probably  be  something  fresh 
this  afternoon.  Those  actresses  are  certain  to  tell 
people,  and  we  shall  have  to  make  ourselves 
scarce.' 

I  tried  to  cheer  and  tranquillise  both  him  and 
M.  Zola,  and  then  arranged  that  Wareham  should 
come  to  the  hotel  at  2  P.M.  Meantime,  said  I, 
whatever  M.  Desmoulin  might  do,  it  would  be  as 
well  for  M.  Zola  to  remain  indoors.  Several  com- 
missions were  entrusted  to  me,  and  I  went  off, 
promising  to  return  about  noon. 

I  betook  myself  first  to  Messrs.  Chatto  and 
Windus's  in  St.  Martin's  Lane,  where  I  arrived  a 
few  minutes  before  ten  o'clock.  Neither  Mr.  Chatto 
nor  his  partner,  Mr.  Percy  Spalding,  had  as  yet 
arrived,  and  I  therefore  had  to  wait  a  few  minutes. 
When  Mr.  Spalding  made  his  appearance  he 
greeted  me  with  a  smile,  and  while  leading  the 

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way  to  his  private  room  exclaimed,  '  So  our  friend 
Zola  is  in  London  ! ' 

To  describe  my  amazement  is  beyond  my 
powers.  I  could  only  just  gasp,  '  How  do  you 
know  that  ? ' 

'  Why,  my  wife  saw  him  yesterday  in  Bucking- 
ham Palace  Road.' 

I  was  confounded.  For  my  part  I  had  scarcely 
glanced  at  the  ladies  whom  Desmoulin  had  con- 
jectured to  be  French  actresses — simply  because 
they  were  young,  prepossessing,  and  spoke  French  ! 
— and  certainly  I  should  not  readily  have  recog- 
nised Mrs.  Spalding,  whom  I  had  only  met  once 
some  years  previously.  It  now  seemed  to  me 
rather  fortunate  that  she  should  be  the  person  who 
had  recognised  M.  Zola,  since  she  would  naturally 
be  discreet  as  soon  as  the  situation  should  be  made 
clear  to  her. 

After  I  had  explained  the  position,  I  ascer- 
tained that  the  only  persons  besides  herself  who 
knew  anything  so  far  were  her  husband  and  the 
lady  friend  who  had  accompanied  her  on  the 
previous  day. 

'  I  will  telegraph  to  my  wife  at  once,'  said 
Mr.  Spalding,  '  and  you  may  be  sure  that  the 

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matter  will  go  no  further.  We  certainly  had  a 
hearty  laugh  at  breakfast  this  morning  when  we 
read  in  the  "  Telegraph  "  of  Zola  bicycling  over  the 
Swiss  frontier  ;  but,  of  course,  as  from  what  you 
tell  me,  the  matter  is  serious,  neither  my  wife  nor 
myself  will  speak  of  it.' 

'  And  her  friend  ?  '  I  exclaimed,  '  she  knows 
nothing  of  the  necessity  for  secrecy,  and  may 
perhaps  gossip  about  it.' 

'  She  is  going  to  Hastings  to-day.' 

'  Hastings ! '  said  I,  '  why  M.  Desmoulin,  Zola's 
companion,  does  nothing  but  talk  of  going  to 
Hastings  !  [  am  glad  I  know  this.  Hastings  is 
barred  for  good,  so  far  as  Zola  is  concerned.' 

'  Well,  I  will  arrange  for  my  wife  to  see  her 
friend  this  morning  before  she  starts,'  Mr.  Spalding 
rejoined,  'and  in  this  way  we  may  be  sure  that  her 
friend  will  say  nothing.' 

This  excellent  suggestion  was  acted  upon 
immediately.  Mr.  Spalding  telegraphed  full  in- 
structions to  his  wife,  and  later  in  the  day  I  learnt 
that  everything  had  been  satisfactorily  arranged. 
But  for  this  timely  action,  following  upon  my  lucky 
call  at  Messrs.  Chatto  and  Windus's  establishment, 
it  is  virtually  certain  that  the  meeting  in  the 

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Buckingham  Palace  Road  would  have  been  talked 
about  and  the  game  of  '  Where  is  Zola  ? '  brought 
to  an  abrupt  conclusion.  As  it  happened,  both 
ladies,  being  duly  warned,  preserved  absolute 
secrecy. 

After  going  to  Bishopsgate  Street  to  see  Ware- 
ham,  and  executing  several  minor  commissions,  I 
returned  to  the  Grosvenor,  where  Zola  and  Des- 
moulin  were  much  amused  when  I  told  them  of 
the  outcome  of  the  previous  day's  fright. 

'  It  was  a  remarkable  coincidence  certainly,' 
said  M.  Zola.  '  At  a  low  calculation  I  daresay  a 
thousand  women  passed  me  in  the  streets  yesterday  ; 
just  one  of  them  recognised  me,  and  she,  you  say, 
was  Mrs.  Spalding.  Shortsighted  as  I  am,  not 
having  seen  her,  too,  since  I  was  in  England,  a  few 
years  ago,  I  had  no  notion  she  was  the  person  who 
turned  as  she  passed  along,  and  said,  "  There's 
Monsieur  Zola." 

'  But  the  curious  part  of  it  is  that  you  should 
have  had  to  go  to  Chatto's,  and  should  have  learnt 
the  lady's  name  so  promptly  from  her  husband  ! 
Mathematically  there  were  untold  chances  that 
this  lady  who  recognised  me  might  be  some 
stranger's  wife,  and  that  we  might  never  more 

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hear  anything  of  her !  Yet  you  discover  her 
identity  at  once.  This  is  the  kind  of  thing  which 
occasionally  occurs  in  novels,  but  which  critics  say 
never  happens  in  real  life.  Well,  now  we  know 
the  contrary.' 

And  he  added  gaily,  '  You  see  it  is  another 
instance  of  my  good  luck,  which  still  attends  me  in 
spite  of  all  the  striving  of  those  who  bear  me 
grudges.' 

So  far  as  the  ladies  were  concerned  things  were, 
indeed,  very  satisfactory.  But  the  same  could 
hardly  be  said  of  the  position  at  the  Grosvenor. 
Neither  M.  Zola  nor  M.  Desmoulin  could  leave  the 
hotel  or  return  to  it  without  being  scrutinised. 
They  had  also  noticed  many  a  glance  in  their 
direction  at  meal-time  in  the  dining-room  ;  and 
they  had  come  to  the  conclusion  that  departure 
was  imperative.  I  did  not  gainsay  them,  for  I 
shared  their  views,  and,  in  fact,  I  had  already 
discussed  the  matter  with  Wareham.  I  explained, 
however,  that  one  must  have  a  few  hours  to  devise 
suitable  plans. 

Seaside  places  were  dangerous  at  that  time  of 
the  year,  and  the  best  course  would  probably  be  to 
take  a  furnished  house  in  the  country.  Meantime, 

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said  I,  Wareham  had  kindly  offered  to  accommo- 
date M.  Zola  at  his  residence  at  Wimbledon,  while 
M.  Desmoulin  might  sleep  close  by  at  the  house 
of  Mr.  Everson  (Wareham's  managing  clerk),  who 
also  disposed  of  a  spare  bedroom.  Further  dis- 
cussion of  these  matters  was  postponed,  however, 
until  Warcham's  arrival  at  the  Grosvenor  in  the 
afternoon. 

As  Zola  and  Desmoulin  both  distrusted  the 
inquisitive  glances  of  the  visitors  and  the  atten- 
dants at  the  hotel,  we  lunched,  I  remember,  at  a 
restaurant  in  or  near  Victoria  Street — a  deep, 
narrow  place,  crowded  with  little  tables.  And  here 
again  M.  Zola,  in  his  light  garments,  with  the 
rosette  of  the  Legion  of  Honour  showing  brightly 
in  his  buttonhole,  became  the  observed  of  all 
observers. 

He  was,  indeed,  so  conspicuous,  so  characteristic 
a  figure  that,  looking  backward  and  remembering 
how  repeatedly  the  illustrated  papers  had  portrayed 
him  and  how  many  photographs  of  him  were  to  be 
seen  in  shop  windows,  I  often  wonder  how  it 
happened  that  he  was  not  recognised  a  hundred 
times  during  those  few  days  spent  in  London.  It 
may  be  that  many  did  recognise  him,  but  held 

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their  tongues.  As  yet.  certainly,  there  was  not  a 
word  in  the  newspapers  to  set  his  adversaries  upon 
his  track. 

It  was  in  a  corner  of  the  smoking-room  at  the 
Grosvenor,  a  hot  gloomy  apartment  overlooking 
Victoria  Station,  that  I  introduced  Wareham  to 
the  novelist.  The  former  had  already  formed 
some  opinion,  but  a  few  points  remained  for  con- 
sideration. The  chief  of  these,  as  Wareham 
explained,  was  how  far  the  French  Republic 
might  claim  jurisdiction  over  Frenchmen. 

In  matters  of  process  some  countries  asserted  a 
measure  of  authority  over  their  subjects  wherever 
they  might  be  ;  and  the  question  was,  what  might 
be  the  law  of  France  in  that  respect  ?  Of  course 
M.  Zola  could  not  be  extradited.  The  offence  for 
which  he  had  been  sentenced  did  not  come  within 
the  purview  of  the  Extradition  Act.  Again  (in 
reply  to  a  query  from  M.  Zola),  there  was  no 
diplomatic  channel  through  which  a  French  crimi- 
nal libel  judgment  could  be  signified  in  England. 
But  suppose  that  French  detectives  should  discover 
M.  Zola's  whereabouts,  and  suppose  a  French 
process-server  should  quietly  come  to  England 
with  a  couple  of  witnesses,  and  by  some  craft  or 

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good  luck  should  succeed  in  placing  a  copy  of  the 
Versailles  judgment  in  M.  Zola's  hands  ? 

Unless  a  breach  of  the  Queen's  peace  were 
committed,  it  might  be  difficult  for  the  English 
authorities  to  interfere.  There  appeared  to  be  no 
case  or  precedent  in  England  applying  to  such  a 
matter.  In  Germany  a  foreign  process-server 
would  be  liable  to  penal  servitude.  But,  of  course, 
that  was  not  to  the  point.  Again,  although  the 
service  by  a  foreigner  might  not  hold  good  in 
English  law,  that  had  nothing  to  do  with  it.  The 
process-server  and  his  witnesses  would  immediately 
return  to  France  ;  they  would  there  prove  to  the 
satisfaction  of  their  employers  that  they  had  served 
the  judgment  on  M.  Zola  personally,  and  they 
would  be  able  to  snap  their  ringers  at  English 
lawyers  should  the  latter  complain  that  the 
thrusting  of  a  document  into  a  man's  hand  under 
such  circumstances  was  a  technical  assault.  They 
would  have  gained  their  point.  Judgment  would 
have  been  served,  and  in  accordance  with  French 
law  M.  Zola  would  be  called  upon  to  enter  an 
appearance  against  it  at  Versailles. 

'  Things  must  largely  depend,'  concluded  Ware- 
ham,  '  on  whether  French  law  allows  process  to  be 

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served  on  a  subject  out  of  the  jurisdiction.  And 
that  is  a  point  rather  for  French  legal  advisers 
than  for  me.  Still  I  shall  look  into  the  matter 
further  ;  and  if  at  the  same  time  Maitre  Labori  can 
be  communicated  with  and  can  supply  his  opinion 
on  the  question,  so  much  the  better.  I  now  raise 
the  point  because  it  seems  the  crux  of  the  whole 
matter,  and  if  it  goes  against  us  it  is  certain  that 
M.  Zola  ought  to  remain  in  close  retirement.  For 
the  present  it  is  as  well  that  he  should  run  as  little 
risk  as  possible.' 

M.  Zola  acquiesced  in  the  suggestion  of  writing 
to  his  French  counsel  on  the  point  which  had  been 
raised  ;  and  the  conversation  then  went  on  in  the 
same  low  tone  that  had  been  preserved  from  the 
outset. 

On  entering  the  smoking-room  we  had  found 
it  deserted,  but  whilst  Wareham  was  speaking  a 
couple  of  gentlemen  had  come  in.  One,  I 
remember,  was  an  elderly,  florid  man,  with 
mutton-chop  whiskers  and  a  buff  waistcoat,  who 
took  his  stand  beside  the  fireplace  at  the  further 
end  of  the  room  and  puffed  away  at  a  big  cigar. 
He  looked  inoffensive  enough,  and  paid  no 
attention  to  us.  But  the  other,  a  middle-aged 

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individual,  tall  and  slim,  with  military  moustaches, 
eyed  us  very  keenly,  changed  his  position  two  or 
three  times,  and  finally  installed  himself  in  a  chair, 
whence,  while  trifling  with  a  cigarette,  he  com- 
manded a  good  view  of  M.  Zola's  face.  Desmoulin, 
I  think,  was  the  first  to  notice  this,  and  to  call  the 
novelist's  attention  to  it.  Zola  then  shifted  his 
position,  and  the  military  looking  gentleman  soon 
did  the  same.  At  last,  doubtless  having  satisfied 
his  curiosity,  he  left  the  room,  not,  however,  with- 
out a  sharp,  comprehensive  survey  of  our  party  as 
he  passed  us  on  his  way  out. 

I  do  not  now  exactly  remember  how  it 
happened  that  Wareham  was  not  received  in  the 
'  dungeon,'  instead  of  the  smoking-room.  The 
choice  of  the  latter  apartment  was  unfortunate.  I 
have  no  doubt  that,  if  some  of  the  newspapers 
were,  a  day  or  two  afterwards,  able  to  state  that 
M.  Zola  was  staying  at  the  Grosvenor  Hotel,  it 
was  through  certain  remarks  made  by  the  inquisi- 
tive military  looking  gentleman  to  whom  I  have 
referred. 

On  the  other  hand  his  curiosity  exercised 
decisive  influence  over  M.  Zola's  subsequent  move- 
ments. He  had  hitherto  been  rather  chary  of 

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accepting  Wareham's  hospitality,  for  fear  lest  he 
should  inconvenience  him.  But  the  offer  now 
being  renewed  was  promptly  accepted,  and  it  was 
agreed  that  I  should  take  both  Messrs.  Zola  and 
Desmoulin  to  Wimbledon  that  evening. 

As  it  was  expected  that  several  letters  from 
Paris  would  arrive  at  the  hotel,  addressed  to  M. 
Pascal,  I  arranged  to  call  or  send  for  them.  The 
same  course  was  adopted  with  regard  to  a  few 
articles  which  M.  Zola  had  given  to  be  washed 
and  which  had  not  yet  been  returned  to  him. 
Some  of  these  things  were  significantly  marked 
with  the  letter  '  Z,'  and  for  this  reason  it  was 
desirable  that  they  should  be  recovered.  Here  I 
may  mention  that  during  the  next  few  days  my 
wife  repeatedly  called  at  the  Grosvenor  for  M. 
Pascal's  correspondence,  a  circumstance  which 
doubtless  gave  rise  to  the  rumour  that  Mine.  Zola 
had  joined  her  husband  in  London. 

The  exodus  from  the  hotel  was  not  particularly 
imposing.  M.  Desmoulin  had  originally  intended 
to  stay  but  one  day  in  London,  and  thus  merely 
had  a  dressing-case  with  him.  As  for  M.  Zola, 
his  few  belongings  (inclusive  of  a  small  bottle  of 
ink,  which  he  would  not  part  with)  were  stuffed 

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into  his  pockets,  or  went  towards  the  making  of  a 
peculiarly  shaped  newspaper  parcel,  tied  round 
with  odd  bits  of  string.  Dressing-case  and  parcel 
were  duly  brought  down  into  the  grand  vestibule, 
where  the  hotel  servants  smiled  on  them  benignly. 
There  was,  indeed,  some  little  humour  in  the 
situation. 

The  novelist,  with  his  gold  pince-nez  and  gold 
watch-chain,  his  red  rosette,  and  a  large  and 
remarkably  fine  diamond  sparkling  on  one  of  his 
little  fingers,  looked  so  eminently  respectable  that 
it  was  difficult  to  associate  him  with  the  wretched 
misshapen  newspaper  parcel — his  only  luggage  ! — 
which  he  eyed  so  jealously.  However,  as  the 
attendants  were  all  liberally  fee'd,  they  remained 
strictly  polite  even  if  they  felt  amused.  I  ordered 
a  hansom  to  be  called,  and  we  just  contrived  to 
squeeze  both  ourselves  and  the  precious  newspaper 
parcel  inside  it.  The  dressing-case  was  hoisted 
aloft.  Then  the  hotel  porter  asked  me,  '  Where 
to,  sir  ? ' 

'  Charing  Cross  Station,'  I  replied,  and  the  next 
moment  we  were  bowling  along  Buckingham 
Palace  Road. 

Perhaps  a  minute  elapsed  before  I  tapped  the 
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cab-roof  with  my  walking  stick.  On  cabby  look- 
ing down  at  me,  I  said,  '  Did  I  tell  you  Charing 
Cross  just  now,  driver  ?  Ah !  well,  I  made  a 
mistake.  I  meant  Waterloo.' 

'  Right,  sir,'  rejoined  cabby  ;  and  on  we  went. 

It  was  a  paltry  device,  perhaps,  this  trick  of 
giving  one  direction  in  the  hearing  of  the  hotel 
servants,  and  then  another  when  the  hotel  was  out 
of  sight.  But,  as  the  reader  must  know,  this  kind 
of  thing  is  always  done  in  novels — particularly  in 
detective  stories. 

And  recollections  had  come  to  me  of  some  of 
Gaboriau's  tales  which  long  ago  I  had  helped  to 
place  before  the  English  public.  It  might  be  that 
the  renowned  Monsieur  Lecoq  or  his  successor,  or 
perchance  some  English  confrere  like  Mr.  Sherlock 
Holmes,  would  presently  be  after  us,  and  so  it  was 
just  as  well  to  play  the  game  according  to  the 
orthodox  rules  of  romance.  After  all,  was  it  not 
in  something  akin  to  a  romance  that  I  was 
living  ? 


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IV 

A   CHANGE   OF   QUARTERS 

IT  should  be  mentioned  that  the  departure  of 
Messrs.  Zola  and  Desmoulin  from  the  Grosvenor 
Hotel  took  place  almost  immediately  after  Ware- 
ham  had  returned  to  his  office.  We  were  not  to 
meet  our  friend  the  solicitor  again  until  the  evening 
at  Wimbledon,  but  the  hotel  being  apparently  a 
dangerous  spot,  it  was  thought  best  to  quit  it 
forthwith. 

When  we  reached  Waterloo  the  dressing-case 
and  the  newspaper  parcel  were  deposited  at  one  of 
the  cloak-rooms ;  and  after  making  the  round 
of  the  station,  we  descended  into  the  Waterloo 
Road.  At  first  we  sauntered  towards  the  New 
Cut,  and  of  course  M.  Zola  could  not  help  noticing 
the  contrast  between  the  dingy  surroundings  amidst 
which  he  now  found  himself  and  the  stylish  shops 
and  houses  he  had  seen  in  the  Buckingham  Palace 
Road.  The  vista  was  not  cheering,  so  I  proposed 

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that  we  should  retrace  our  steps  and  go  as  far  as 
Waterloo  Bridge. 

There  seemed  to  be  little  risk  in  doing  so,  for, 
as  usual  hereabouts  in  the  middle  of  the  afternoon, 
there  were  few  people  to  be  seen.  The  great 
successive  rush  of  homeward-bound  employers, 
clerks,  and  workpeople  had  not  yet  set  in.  And, 
moreover,  there  was  plenty  of  time  ;  for  Wareham, 
having  important  business  in  town  that  day,  could 
not  possibly  be  at  Wimbledon  till  half-past  six  at 
the  earliest. 

We  reached  the  bridge — 'that  monument/  as  a 
famous  Frenchman  once  put  in,  '  worthy  of  Sesos- 
tris  and  the  Caesars ' — and  went  about  half-way 
across.  It  was  splendid  weather,  and  the  Thames 
was  aglow  with  the  countless  reflections  of  the 
sunbeams  that  fell  from  the  hot,  whitening  sky. 
London  was  before  us,  '  with  her  palaces  down  to 
the  water '  ;  and  M.  Zola  stopped  short,  gazing 
intently  at  the  scene. 

'  Up-stream  the  view  was  spoilt,'  said  he,  '  by 
the  hideous  Hungerford  Bridge,  unworthy  alike  of 
the  city  and  the  river '  an  erection  such  as  no 
Paris  municipality  would  have  tolerated  for  four 
and  twenty  hours.  It  was  the  more  obtrusive  and 

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aggravating,  since  beyond  it  one  discerned  but 
little  of  the  towers  of  Westminster.  '  Admitting,' 
added  the  novelist,  '  that  a  bridge  is  needed  at  that 
point  for  railway  traffic,  surely  there  is  no  reason 
why  it  should  be  so  surprisingly  ugly.  However, 
from  all  I  see,  it  seems  more  and  more  evident 
that  you  English  people  are  very  much  in  the  habit 
of  sacrificing  beauty  to  utility,  forgetting  that  with 
a  little  artistic  sense  it  is  easy  to  combine  the 
two.' 

Then,  however,  he  turned  slightly,  and  looked 
down-stream  where  the  Victoria  Embankment 
spreads  past  the  Temple  to  Blackfriars.  The 
colonnades  of  Somerset  House  showed  boldly  and 
with  a  certain  majesty  in  the  foreground,  whilst  in 
the  distance,  high  over  every  roof,  arose  the  leaden 
dome  of  St.  Paul's.  This  vista  was  rather  to 
M.  Zola's  liking.  Close  beside  us,  on  the  bridge, 
was  one  of  the  semi-circular  embrasures  garnished 
with  stone  seats.  A  pitiful-looking  vagrant  was 
lolling  there  ;  but  this  made  no  difference  to 
M.  Zola.  He  installed  himself  on  the  seat  with 
Desmoulin  on  one  hand  and  myself  on  the  other, 
and  there  we  remained  for  some  little  time  looking 
about  us  and  chatting. 

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'  This  was  the  only  thing  wanted,'  said  Des- 
moulin,  who  generally  had  some  humorous  remark 
in  readiness  for  every  situation.  '  Yesterday  at  the 
Grosvenor  we  were  in  thefoss/de  Vincennes,  and 
now,  as  they  say  in  the  melodrama  of  "  The  Knights 
of  the  Fog  "  ("  Les  Chevaliers  du  Brouillard  "  1),  we 
are  "  homeless  wanderers  stranded  on  the  bridges 
of  London." ' 

The  allusion  to  the  fog  roused  M.  Zola  from 
his  contemplation. 

'  But  where  is  the  Savoy  Hotel,  where  I  stayed 
in  '93  ? '  he  inquired.  '  It  must  be  very  near 
here.' 

I  pointed  it  out  to  him,  and  he  was  astonished. 
'  Why,  no — that  cannot  be  it !  It  was  so  large  a 
place,  and  now  it  looks  so  small.  What  is  that 
huge  building  beside  it  ?  ' 

'  The  Hotel  Cecil,'  I  replied. 

Then  again  he  shook  his  head  in  disapproval. 
From  an  artistic  standpoint  he  strongly  objected 
to  the  huge  caravansary  on  which  builder  Hobbs 
and  pious  Jabez  Balfour  spent  so  much  of  other 
people's  money.  Soaring  massively  and  preten- 

1  The    French    dramatic    adaptation    of    Ainsworth's     'Jack 
Sheppard.' 

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tiously  into  the  sky  it  dwarfed  everything  around  ; 
and  thus,  in  his  opinion,  utterly  spoilt  that  part  of 
the  Embankment. 

'  To  think,  too,'  said  he,  '  that  you  had  such  a 
site,  here,  along  the  river,  and  allowed  it  to  be  used 
for  hotels  and  clubs,  and  so  forth.  There  was 
room  for  a  Louvre  here,  and  you  want  one  badly  ; 
for  your  National  Gallery,  which  I  well  remember 
visiting  in  '93,  is  a  most  wretched  affair  architec- 
turally.' 

'  But  I  want  to  see  rather  more  of  the  south 
side  of  the  river,'  he  added,  after  a  pause.  '  I 
should  like  to  ascertain  if  my  lion  is  still  there,  I 
recollect  that  there  was  some  fog  about  on  the 
morning  after  my  arrival  at  the  Savoy  in  '93  ;  and 
when  I  went  to  the  window  of  my  room  I  noticed 
the  mist  parting — one  mass  of  vapour  ascending 
skyward,  while  the  other  still  hovered  over  the 
river.  And,  in  the  rent  between,  I  espied  a  lion, 
poised  in  mid  air.  It  amused  me  vastly  ;  and  I 
called  my  wife,  saying  to  her,  "Come  and  see. 
Here's  the  British  lion  waiting  to  bid  us  good- 
day."  ' 

We  went  to  the  end  of  the  bridge  and  thence 
espied  the  lion  which  surmounts  the  brewery  of 

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that  name.  M.  Zola  recognised  it  immediately. 
Desmoulin  would  then  have  led  us  Strandvvard  ; 
but  the  Strand,  said  I,  was  about  the  most 
dangerous  thoroughfare  in  all  London  for  those 
who  wished  to  escape  recognition  ;  so  we  went 
back  over  the  bridge  and  again  down  the  Waterloo 
road. 

'  I  should  very  much  like  to  send  a  line  to  Paris 
to-day  to  stop  letters  from  going  to  the  Grosvenor,' 
said  M.  Zola.  '  Is  there  any  place  hereabouts 
where  I  could  write  a  note  ? ' 

This  question  perplexed  me,  for  the  numerous 
facilities  for  letter-writing  which  are  supplied  by 
the  caffs  of  Paris  are  conspicuously  absent  in 
London  ;  and  this  I  explained  to  M.  Zola.  A 
postage  stamp  may  often  be  procured  at  a  public- 
house,  but  only  now  and  again  can  one  there 
obtain  ink  and  paper.  However,  I  thought  we 
might  as  well  try  the  saloon  bar  of  the  York  Hotel, 
which  abuts  on  that  famous  '  Poverty  Corner/  so 
much  frequented  by  ladies  and  gentlemen  of  the 
•'  halls,'  when,  sorely  against  their  inclinations,  they 
are  '  resting.' 

It  was  Thursday  afternoon  ;    still    there    were 
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WITH    ZOLA    IN    ENGLAND 

about  the  corner  ;  and  in  the  saloon  bar  we  found 
some  fourteen  or  fifteen  loudly  dressed  men  and 
women  typical  of  the  spot.  I  forget  what  I 
ordered  for  Desmoulin  and  myself,  but  M.  Zola,  I 
know  imbibed,  mainly  for  the  good  of  the  house, 
'  a  small  lemon  plain.'  Then  we  ascertained  that 
the  young  lady  at  the  bar  had  neither  stamps,  nor 
paper,  nor  envelopes,  and  so  we  were  again  in  a 
quandary.  Fortunately  I  recollected  a  little 
stationer's  shop  in  the  York  Road,  and  leaving 
the  others  in  the  saloon  bar,  I  went  in  search  of 
the  requisite  materials. 

When  I  returned  I  found  the  master  an  object 
of  general  attention.  His  extremely  prosperous 
appearance,  his  white  billycock,  his  jewellery,  and 
so  forth,  coupled  with  the  circumstance  that  he 
conversed  in  French  with  Desmoulin,  had  led 
some  of  those  present  to  imagine  that  he  was  a 
Continental  music-hall  director  on  the  look  out  for 
English  '  artists.' 

Again  and  again  I  noticed,  as  it  were,  a 
'  hungry '  glance  in  his  direction  ;  and  when,  after 
procuring  an  inkstand  from  over  the  bar,  I  had 
ensconced  him  in  a  corner,  where  he  was  able 
after  a  fashion  to  pen  his  correspondence,  a  viva- 

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cious  and,  it  seemed  to  me,  somewhat  bibulous 
gentleman  in  a  check  suit  sidled  up  to  where  I 
stood  and  introduced  himself  in  that  easy  way 
which  repeated  '  drops  '  of  '  Mountain  Dew  '  are 
apt  to  engender. 

'  Ah ! '  said  he,  after  a  few  pointless  remarks, 
'  your  friend  is  over  here  on  business,  eh  ?  Right 
thing,  splendid  thing.  It's  only  by  looking  round 
that  one  can  get  real  tip-top  novelties.  Oh !  I 
know  Paree  and  the  bouleywards  well  enough.  I 
was  on  at  the  Follee  Bergey  only  a  few  years  ago 
myself.  A  good  place  that — pays  well,  eh  ?  I 
shouldn't  at  all  mind  taking  a  trip  across  the 
water  again.  There's  nothing  like  a  change,  you 
know.  Sets  a  man  up,  eh  ? ' 

Then  mysteriously — lifting  his  forefinger  and 
lowering  his  voice, '  Now  your  friend  wants  "  talent," 
eh  ?  Real,  genuine  "  talent "  !  I  could  put  him 
in  the  way ' 

But  I  interposed  :  '  You've  applied  to  the  wrong 
shop,'  I  said  by  way  of  a  joke  ;  '  my  friend  has  all 
the  talent  he  requires.  He's  quite  full  up.' 

A  sorrowful  look  came  over  the  angular  features 
of  the  gentleman  in  the  check  suit.  '  It's  like  my 
luck,'  said  he ;  '  there  was  a  fellow  over  from 

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Amsterdam  the  other  day,  but  he'd  only  take 
girls.  I  think  the  Continental  line's  pretty  nigh 
played  out.' 

He  heaved  a  sigh  and  glanced  in  the  direction 
of  his  empty  glass.  Then,  seeing  that  the  novelist 
and  Desmoulin  were  rising  to  join  me,  he  whispered 
hurriedly,  '  /  say,,  guv* nor,  you  Jiaven't  got  a  tanner 
you  could  spare,  have  you  ?  ' 

I  had  foreseen  the  request  ;  nevertheless  I 
pressed  a  few  coppers  into  his  hand  and  then 
hurried  out  after  my  wards. 

Though  it  was  still  early  we  decided  to  start  at 
once  for  Wimbledon.  The  master,  I  thought, 
might  like  to  see  a  little  of  the  place  pending 
Wareham's  arrival. 

The  journey  through  Lambeth,  Vauxhall,  and 
Queen's  Road  is  not  calculated  to  give  the  in- 
telligent foreigner  a  particularly  favourable  impres- 
sion of  London.  Still  M.  Zola  did  not  at  first  find 
the  surroundings  very  much  worse  than  those  one 
observes  on  leaving  Paris  by  the  Northern  or 
Eastern  lines.  But  as  the  train  went  on  and  on 
and  much  the  same  scene  appeared  on  either  hand 
he  began  to  wonder  when  it  would  all  end. 

On  approaching  Clapham  Junction  a  sea  of 
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roofs  is  to  be  seen  on  the  right  stretching  away 
through  Battersea  to  the  Thames  ;  while  on  the 
left  a  huge  wave  of  houses  ascends  the  acclivity 
known,  I  believe,  as  Lavender  Hill.  And  at  the 
sight  of  all  the  mean,  dusty  streets,  lined  with  little 
houses  of  uniform  pattern,  each  close  pressed  to  the 
other — at  the  frequently  recurring  glimpses  of 
squalor  and  shabby  gentility — M.  Zola  exploded. 

'  It  is  awful ! '  he  said. 

We  were  alone  in  our  compartment,  and  he 
looked  first  from  one  window  and  then  from  the 
other.  Next  came  a  torrent  of  questions  :  Why 
were  the  houses  so  small  ?  Why  were  they  all  so 
ugly  and  so  much  alike  ?  W7hat  classes  of  people 
lived  in  them  ?  Why  were  the  roads  so  dusty  ? 
Why  was  there  such  a  litter  of  fragments  of  paper 
lying  about  everywhere  ?  Were  those  streets  never 
watered  ?  Was  there  no  scavengers'  service  ?  And 
then  a  remark  :  '  You  see  that  house,  it  looks  fairly 
clean  and  neat  in  front.  But  there  !  look  at  the 
back-yard — all  rubbish  and  poverty!  One  notices 
that  again  and  again  ! ' 

We  passed  Clapham  Junction,  pursuing  our 
journey  through  the  cutting  which  intersects 
Wandsworth  Common.  'Well,'  I  said, 'you  may 

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take  it  that,  except  as  regards  the  postal  and  police 
services,  you  are  now  out  of  London  proper.' 

Presently,  indeed,  we  emerged  from  the  cutting, 
and  fields  were  seen  on  either  hand.  One  could 
breathe  at  last.  But  as  we  approached  Earlsfield 
Station  all  M.  Zola's  attention  was  given  to  a  long 
row  of  low-lying  houses  whose  yards  and  gardens 
extend  to  the  railway  line  .  Now  and  again  a  trim 
patch  of  ground  was  seen  ;  here,  too,  there  was  a 
little  glass-house,  there  an  attempt  at  an  arbour. 
But  litter  and  rubbish  were  only  too  often 
apparent. 

'  This,  I  suppose,'  said  the  novelist,  '  is  what 
you  call  a  London  slum  invading  the  country  ? 
You  tell  me  that  only  a  part  of  the  bourgeoisie  cares 
for  flats,  and  that  among  the  lower  middle  class 
and  the  working  class  each  family  prefers  to  rent 
its  own  little  house.  Is  this  for  the  sake  of  privacy  ? 
If  so,  I  see  no  privacy  here.  Leaving  out  the 
question  of  being  overlooked  from  passing  trains, 
observe  the  open  four-foot  fences  which  separate 
one  garden  or  yard  from  the  other  There  is  no 
privacy  at  all  !  To  me  the  manner  in  which  your 
poorer  classes  are  housed  in  the  suburbs,  packed 
closely  together  in  flimsy  buildings,  where  every 

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sound  can  be  heard,  suggests  a  form  of  socialism 
—communism,  or  perhaps  rather  the  phalansterian 
system.' 

But  Earlsfield  was  already  passed,  and  we  were 
reaching  Wimbledon.  Here  M.  Zola's  impressions 
changed.  True,  he  did  not  have  occasion  to 
perambulate  what  he  would  doubtless  have  called 
the  '  phalansterian  '  streets  of  new  South  Wimble- 
don. I  spared  him  the  sight  of  the  chess-board  of 
bricks  and  mortar  into  which  the  speculative 
builder  has  turned  acre  after  acre  north  of  Merton 
High  Street.  But  the  Hill  Road,  the  Broadway, 
the  Worple  Road,  and  the  various  turnings  that 
climb  towards  the  Ridgeway  pleased  him.  And 
he  commented  very  favourably  on  the  shops  in  the 
Broadway  and  the  Hill  Road,  which  in  the  waning 
sunshine  still  looked  gay  and  bright.  At  every 
moment  he  stopped  to  examine  something.  Such 
displays  of  fruit,  and  fish,  poultry,  meat,  and  pro- 
visions of  all  kinds  ;  the  drapers'  windows  all  aglow 
with  summer  fabrics,  and  those  of  the  jewellers 
coruscating  with  gold  and  gems.  Then  the  public- 
houses — dignified  by  the  name  of  hotels,  though  I 
explained  that  they  had  no  hotel  accommodation 
— bespoke  all  the  wealth  of  a  powerful  trade. 

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There  was  an  imposing  bank,  too,  and  a  stylish 
carriage  builder's,  with  furniture  shops,  stationers, 
pastrycooks,  hairdressers,  ironmongers,  and  so 
forth,  whose  displays  testified  to  the  prosperity  of 
the  town.  Again  and  again  did  M.  Zola  express 
the  opinion  that  these  Wimbledon  shops  were  by 
far  superior  to  such  as  one  would  find  in  a  French 
town  of  corresponding  size  and  at  a  similar  distance 
from  the  capital. 

We  sauntered  up  and  down  the  Hill  Road, 
looking  in  at  the  Free  Library  on  our  way.  Then, 
on  passing  the  Alexandra  Road,  I  explained  to 
Desmoulin  that  he  would  sleep  there,  at  No.  20, 
where  Wareham  has  a  local  office  and  where  his 
managing  clerk,  Everson  by  name,  resides. 

The  arrangement  with  Wareham  had  been  con- 
cluded so  precipitately  that,  to  spare  him  unneces- 
sary trouble  at  home,  we  had  arranged  to  dine 
that  evening  at  a  local  restaurant — in  fact,  the 
only  restaurant  possessed  by  Wimbledon.  Ware- 
ham  was  to  join  us  there.  The  proprietor,  Mr. 
Genoni,  is  of  foreign  origin,  but  Wareham  knowing 
him  personally  had  assured  me  that  even  should 
he  suspect  our  friend's  identity  his  discretion 

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might  readily  be  relied  upon.  And  so  the  sequel 
proved  During  our  repast,  however,  I  felt  a  little 
doubtful  about  one  of  the  waiters  who  knew  French, 
and  I  therefore  cautioned  M.  Zola  and  M.  Des- 
moulin  to  be  as  reticent  as  possible. 

After  dinner  we  adjourned  to  Wareham's  house 
in  Prince's  Road,  where  Mrs.  Wareham  gave  the 
travellers  the  most  cordial  of  welcomes.  The  con- 
versation was  chiefly  confined  to  the  question  of 
finding  some  suitable  place  where  M.  Zola  might 
settle  down  for  his  term  of  exile.  He,  himself, 
was  so  taken  with  what  he  had  seen  of  Wimbledon 
that  he  suggested  renting  a  furnished  house  there. 
This  seemed  a  trifle  dangerous,  both  to  Wareham 
and  myself;  but  the  novelist  was  not  to  be  gain- 
said ;  and  as  Wareham,  in  anticipation  of  his 
services  being  required,  had  made  special  arrange- 
ments to  give  M.  Zola  most  of  his  time  on  the 
morrow,  we  arranged  to  see  some  house  agents, 
engage  a  landau,  and  drive  round  to  visit  such 
places  as  might  seem  suitable. 

It  was  nearly  half-past  eleven  when  I  left 
Wareham's  to  escort  Dcsmoulin  to  the  Alexandra 
Road.  I  there  left  him  in  charge  of  his  host,  Mr. 

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Everson,  and  then  turning  (by  way  of  a  short  cut) 
into  the  Lover's  Walk,  which  the  South  Western 
Railway  Company  so  considerately  provides  for 
amorous  Wimbledonians,  I  hurried  homeward, 
wondering  what  the  morrow  would  bring  forth. 


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IT  will  be  obvious  to  all  readers  of  this  narrative 
that  from  the  moment  M.  Zola  left  Paris,  and 
throughout  his  sojourn  in  London  and  its 
immediate  neighbourhood,  there  was  little  if  any 
skill  shown  in  the  matter  of  keeping  his  move- 
ments secret.  In  point  of  fact,  blunder  upon 
blunder  was  committed.  A  first  mistake  was 
made  in  going  to  an  hotel  like  the  Grosvenor ; 
a  second  in  openly  promenading  some  of  the  most 
frequented  of  the  London  streets  ;  and  a  third  in 
declining  to  make  the  slightest  alteration  with 
regard  to  personal  appearance.  Again,  although 
press  of  circumstances  rendered  departure  for 
Wimbledon  a  necessity,  as  it  was  imperative  to 
get  M.  Zola  out  of  London  at  once,  this  change 
of  quarters  was  in  the  end  scarcely  conducive  to 

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secrecy.  A  good  many  Wimbledonians  were 
aware  of  my  connection  with  M.  Zola,  and  even  if 
he  were  not  personally  recognised  by  them,  the 
circumstance  of  a  French  gentleman  of  striking 
appearance  being  seen  in  my  company  was  fated 
to  arouse  suspicion.  My  home  is  but  a  mile  or  so 
from  the  centre  of  Wimbledon,  and  M.  Zola's  pro- 
posal to  make  that  locality  his  place  of  sojourn 
seemed  to  me  such  a  dangerous  course  that  when 
I  returned  to  Wareham's  house  on  the  morning  of 
Friday,  July  22,  I  was  determined  to  oppose  it,  in 
the  master's  own  interests,  as  vigorously  as  might 
be  possible. 

However,  I  found  Messrs.  Zola  and  Desmoulin 
ready  to  start  for  an  inspection  of  such  furnished 
houses  as  might  seem  suitable  for  their  accommo- 
dation ;  and  nothing  urged  either  by  Wareham  or 
by  myself  could  turn  them  from  their  purpose.  So 
the  four  of  us  took  our  seats  in  the  landau  which 
had  been  ordered,  and  were  soon  driving  in  the 
direction  of  Wimbledon  Park,  where  stood  the 
first  of  the  eligible  residences  entered  in  the  books 
of  a  local  house  agent.  The  terms  for  these 
houses  varied,  if  I  recollect  rightly,  from  four  to 
seven  guineas  a  week.  Some  we  did  not  trouble 

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to    enter ;    others,    however,    were    carefully    in- 
spected. 

Nothing  in  the  way  of  a  terrace  house  would 
suit  ;  for  M.  Zola  was  not  yet  a  phalansterian. 
And  in  like  way  he  objected  to  the  semi-detached 
villas.  He  wished  to  secure  a  somewhat  retired 
place,  girt  with  foliage  and  thus  screened  from  the 
observation  of  neighbours  and  passers-by.  The 
low  garden  railings  and  fences  usually  met  with 
were  by  no  means  to  his  taste.  The  flimsy  party 
walls  of  the  semi-detached  villas,  through  which 
every  sound  so  swiftly  passes,  were  equally  objec- 
tionable to  him.  And  I  must  say  that  I  viewed 
with  some  little  satisfaction  his  dislike  for  several 
of  the  houses  which  we  visited  ;  for  this  made  it 
the  easier  to  dissuade  him  from  his  plan  of  fixing 
his  abode  in  Wimbledon,  where,  unless  he  should 
rigidly  confine  himself  within  doors,  it  was  certain 
that  his  presence  would  be  known  before  a  week 
was  over. 

There  were,  however,  some  houses  which  the 
master  found  to  his  liking  ;  and  here  he  lingered 
awhile,  inspecting  the  rooms,  taking  stock  of  the 
furniture,  examining  the  engravings  and  water- 
colours  on  the  walls,  and  viewing  the  trim  gardens 

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with  visible  satisfaction.     One  place,  a  large  house 
in  one  of  the  precipitous  roads  leading  from  the 
Ridgeway   to   the   Worple    Road,   was,    perhaps, 
rather   too   open    for     his    requirements,   but    its 
appointments  were  perfect,  and  at  his  bidding  I 
plied    the    lady   of   the   house  with    innumerable 
questions  about  plate,  linen,  and  garden  produce, 
the  servants  she  offered  to  leave  behind  her,  and  so 
forth.     She  was  a  tall  and  stately  dame,  with  silver 
hair  and  a  soft  musical  voice — a  perfect  type  of  the 
old  marquise,  such  as  one  sees  portrayed  at  times 
on  the  boards  of  the  Comedie  Franchise,  and  after 
I  had  acted  as  interpreter  for  a  quarter  of  an  hour 
or  so,  she  suddenly  turned   upon  the  master  and, 
to  the  surprise  of  all  of  us,  addressed  him  in  perfect 
French.       It    was    this    which    broke    the    spell. 
Though  M.  Zola  was  taken  aback,  he  responded 
politely  enough,  and  the  conversation  went  on  in 
French  for  some  minutes,  but  I  could  already  tell 
that  he  had  renounced  his  intention  of  renting  the 
house.     When  we  drove  away,  after  promising  the 
lady  a  decisive  answer  within  a  day  or  two,  he  said 
to  me  : 

'  That  would  never  do.     The  lady's  French  was 
too  good.     She  looked  at  me  rather  suspiciously 

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too.     She  would  soon  discover  my  identity.     She 
has  probably  heard  of  me  already.' 

'  Who  hasn't  ? '  I  responded  with  a  laugh.  And 
once  again  I  brought  forward  the  objections  that 
occurred  to  me  with  respect  to  the  plan  of  remain- 
ing at  Wimbledon.  It  was  a  centre  of  Roman 
Catholic  activity.  There  was  a  Jesuit  college 
there,  numbering  both  French  professors  and 
French  pupils.  Moreover,  several  French  families 
resided  in  Wimbledon,  and  with  some  of  them  I 
was  myself  acquainted.  Then  also  the  population 
included  a  good  many  literary  men,  journalists, 
and  others  who  took  an  interest  in  the  Dreyfus 
case.  And,  finally,  the  town  was  far  too  near  to 
London  to  be  in  anywise  a  safe  hiding-place. 

Nevertheless,  M.  Zola  only  abandoned  his 
intentions  with  regret.  In  that  bright  sunshiny 
weather  there  was  an  attractive^  ne  saisquoi about 
Wimbledon  which  charmed  him.  Not  that  it  was 
in  his  estimation  an  ideal  place.  The  descents 
from  the  hill  and  the  Ridgeway  (though  he  admired 
the  beautiful  views  they  afforded,  stretching  as  far 
as  Norwood)  appalled  him  from  certain  practical 
standpoints,  and  he  was  never  weary  of  expatiating 
on  the  pluck  of  the  girls  who  cycled  so  boldly  and 

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gracefully  from  the  hill  crest  to  the  lower  parts  of 
the  town.  Here  it  may  be  mentioned  that  M.  Zola 
has  become  reconciled  to  the  skirt  as  a  cycling 
garment.  Once  upon  a  time  he  was  an  uncom- 
promising partisan  of  '  rationals  '  and  '  bloomers,'  a 
warm  adherent  of  the  views  which  Lady  Harberton 
and  her  friends  uphold.  But  sojourn  in  England 
has  changed  all  that — at  least  so  far  as  the  English 
type  of  girl  is  concerned.  Those  who  have  read 
his  novel,  '  Paris,'  may  remember  that  he  therein 
ascribed  the  following  remarks  to  his  heroine- 
Marie  :  '  Ah  !  there  is  nothing  like  rationals  !  To 
think  that  some  women  are  so  foolish  and  obstinate 
as  to  wear  skirts  when  they  cycle  !  .  .  .  To  think 
that  women  have  a  unique  opportunity  of  putting 
themselves  at  their  ease  and  releasing  their  limbs 
from  prison,  and  yet  won't  do  so  !  If  they  fancy 
they  look  the  prettier  in  short  skirts,  like  school- 
girls, they  are  vastly  mistaken.  .  .  .  Skirts  are 
rank  heresy.' 

Well,  so  far  as  Englishwomen  are  concerned, 
M.  Zola  himself  has  become  a  heretic.  '  Rationals,' 
he  has  more  than  once  said  to  me  of  recent  times, 
'  are  not  suited  to  the  lithe  and  somewhat  spare 
figure  of  the  average  English  girl.  Moreover,  I 

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doubt  if  there  is  a  costumier  in  England  who 
knows  how  to  cut  "  rationals "  properly.  Such 
women  as  I  have  seen  in  rationals  in  England 
looked  to  me  horrible.  They  had  not  the  proper 
figure  for  the  garment,  and  the  garment  itself  was 
badly  made.  For  rationals  to  suit  a  woman,  her 
figure  should  be  of  the  happy  medium,  neither  too 
slim  nor  over-developed.  Now  the  great  bulk  of 
your  girls  are  extremely  slim,  and  appear  in  skirts 
to  advantage.  In  cycling,  moreover,  they  carry 
themselves  much  better  than  the  majority  of 
Frenchwomen  do.  They  sit  their  machines  grace- 
fully, and  the  skirt,  instead  of  being  a  mere  bundle 
of  stuff,  falls  evenly  and  fittingly  like  a  necessary 
adjunct— the  drapery  which  is  needed  to  complete 
and  set  off  the  ensemble! 

At  the  same  time,  the  master  does  not  cry 
'  haro  '  on  the  '  bloomer.'  It  is  admirably  suited, 
he  maintains,  to  the  average  Frenchwoman,  who 
is  more  inclined  to  a  reasonable  plumpness  than 
her  English  sister.  '  The  skirt  to  England,'  says  he, 
'  the  bloomer  to  France.'  The  whole  question  is  one 
of  physique  and  latitude.  The  Esquimaux  lady 
would  look  ungainly  and  feel  uncomfortable  if  she 
exchanged  her  inoose  furs  for  the  wisp  of  calico 

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which  is  patronised  by  the  lady  of  Senegal ;  and  in 
the  like  way  the  Englishwoman  is  manifestly 
ungainly  and  uncomfortable  when  she  borrows  the 
breeches  of  the  Parisienne. 

This  digression  may  seem  to  carry  one  away 
from  Wimbledon,  but  I  should  mention  that  many 
of  the  points  enunciated  were  touched  upon  by 
M.  Zola  for  the  first  time,  while  we  postponed 
further  house-hunting  to  drive  over  Wimbledon 
Common.  The  historic  mill,  and  Caesar's  Camp, 
and  the  picturesque  meres  were  all  viewed  before 
the  horses'  heads  were  turned  to  the  town  once 
more. 

By  this  time  the  master  had  come  to  the  con- 
clusion that  however  pleasant  Wimbledon  might 
be,  it  was  no  fit  place  for  him,  and  that  his  best 
course  would  be  to  pitch  his  tent  '  far  from  gay 
cities  and  the  ways  of  men.'  Within  a  few  hours 
I  had  some  proof  of  the  wisdom  of  his  decision, 
and  a  week  had  not  elapsed  before  I  found  that 
M.  Zola's  sojourn  at  Wimbledon  had  become 
known  to  a  variety  of  people.  Mr.  Genoni,  the 
restaurateur,  had  been  one  of  the  first  to  identify 
him  ;  but,  as  he  explained  to  me,  he  was  no  spy  or 
betrayer,  and  whatever  he  might  think  of  the 

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Dreyfus  business — he  was  a  reader  of  that  anti- 
Revisionist  print  the  '  Petit  Journal ' — M.  Zola's 
secret  was,  he  assured  me,  quite  safe  in  his  hands. 
But,  independently  of  Mr.  Genoni,  the  secret  soon 
became  le  secret  de  Polichinelle.  A  French  resident 
in  Wimbledon  recognised  M.  Zola  as  he  stood  one 
day  by  the  railway  bridge  admiring  some  fair 
cyclists.  Then  a  gentleman  connected  with  the 
local  Petty  Sessions  court  espied  him  in  my 
company,  and  shrewdly  guessed  his  identity. 
Subsequently  a  local  hairdresser,  an  Englishman, 
but  one  well  acquainted  with  Paris  and  Parisian 
matters,  'spotted'  him  in  the  Hill  Road.  Others 
followed  suit,  and  at  last  one  afternoon  a  member 
of  the  '  Globe '  staff  called  upon  me  and  supplied 
me  with  such  circumstantial  particulars  that  I 
could  not  possibly  deny  the  accuracy  of  his 
information.  But  M.  Zola  had  then  left 
Wimbledon,  and  thu.c  I  was  able  to  fence  with  my 
visitor  and  inform  him  that,  even  if  the  novelist 
had  ever  been  in  the  town,  he  was  not  there  at 
that  time. 

It  had  been  arranged  that  some  of  the  leading 
London  house  agents  should  be  written  to,  with 
the  view  of  securing  some  secluded  country  house, 

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preferably  in  Surrey,  and  on  the  South  Western 
line  ;  but  the  question  was,  where,  in  the  mean- 
while, could  M.  Zola  be  conveniently  installed  ? 
Having  left  England  in  the  year  1865,  and  apart 
from  a  few  brief  sojourns  in  London,  having 
remained  abroad  till  1886,  my  knowledge  of  my 
native  land  is  very  slight  indeed.  Years  spent  in 
foreign  countries  have  made  me  a  stay-at-home — 
one  who  nowadays  buries  himself  in  his  little 
London  suburb,  going  to  town  as  seldom  as 
possible,  and  without  need  of  country  or  seaside 
trip,  since  at  Merton,  where  I  live,  there  are 
green  fields  all  around  one  and  every  vivifying 
breeze  that  can  be  wished  for.  Thus  I  was  the 
worst  person  in  the  world  to  take  charge  of  M. 
Zola  and  pilot  him  safely  to  a  haven  of  refuge. 

Fortunately,  Mr.  Wareham  knows  his  way 
about,  as  the  saying  goes,  and  his  cycling  experi- 
ences proved  very  useful.  He  suggested  that 
until  a  house  could  be  secured,  M.  Zola  should 
be  installed  at  a  country  hotel ;  and  he  mentioned 
two  or  three  places  which  seemed  to  him  of  the 
right  character.  One  of  these  was  Oatlands  Park  ; 
and  Wareham,  who,  although  a  solicitor,  claims  to 
have  some  little  poetry  in  his  nature,  waxed  so 

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enthusiastic  over  the  charms  of  Oatlands  and 
neighbouring  localities,  that  both  M.  Zola  and 
M.  Desmoulin,  fervent  admirers  of  scenery  as  they 
are,  became  curious  to  visit  this  leafy  district 
of  Surrey,  where,  as  will  be  remembered,  King 
Louis  Philippe  spent  his  last  years  of  life  and 
exile. 

One  afternoon,  then,  I  started  with  Messrs. 
Zola  and  Desmoulin  for  Walton,  from  which 
station  the  Oatlands  Park  Hotel  is  most  con- 
veniently reached.  A  Gladstone  bag  had  now 
replaced  the  master's  newspaper  parcel,  and  as  M. 
Desmoulin's  dressing-case  was  as  large  as  a  valise> 
there  was  at  least  some  semblance  of  luggage.  I 
fully  realised  that  it  was  hardly  the  correct  thing 
to  present  oneself  at  Oatlands  Park  and  ask  for 
rooms  there  ex  abrupto  ;  as  with  hostel ries  of  that 
class  it  is  usual  for  one  to  write  and  secure 
accommodation  beforehand.  However,  there  was 
no  time  for  this  ;  and  we  decided  to  run  the  risk 
of  rinding  the  hotel  '  full  up,'  particularly  as  Ware- 
ham  had  informed  us  that  in  such  a  case  we  might 
secure  a  temporary  billet  at  one  or  another  of  the 
smaller  hotels  of  Walton  or  Weybridge.  Thus  we 
went  our  way  at  all  hazards,  and  during  the  journey 

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I  devised  a  little  story  for  the  benefit  of  the  manager 
at  Oatlands  Park. 

That  gentleman,  as  I  had  surmised,  was  a  trifle 
astonished  at  our  appearance.  But  I  told  him  that 
my  friends  were  a  couple  of  French  artists,  who 
had  been  spending  a  few  weeks  in  London  '  doing 
the  lions '  there,  and  who  had  heard  of  the  charm- 
ing scenery  around  Oatlands,  and  wished  to  view 
it,  and  possibly  make  a  few  sketches.  And,  at  the 
same  time,  a  solicitor's  recommendation  being  of 
some  value,  since  it  might  mean  a  good  many 
future  customers,  I  handed  the  manager  one  of 
Wareham's  cards.  There  was,  I  remember, 
some  little  difficulty  at  first  in  obtaining  rooms, 
for  the  hotel  was  nearly  full  ;  but  everything 
ended  satisfactorily. 

I  may  mention,  perhaps,  that  in  describing 
Messrs.  Zola  and  Desmoulin  as  French  artists,  I 
had  at  least  told  half  the  truth.  M.  Fernand 
Desmoulin  is,  of  course,  well  known  in  the  French 
art  world  ;  and,  moreover,  he  had  already  spoken 
to  me  of  purchasing  a  water-colour  outfit  for  the 
very  purpose  of  sketching,  as  I  had  stated.  Then, 
too,  M.Zola  first  distinguished  himself  in  literature 
as  an  art  critic,  the  defender  of  Manet,  the  champion 

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of  the  school  of  the  '  open  air.'  And  if  he  made 
no  sketches  whilst  he  remained  at  Oatlands  he  at 
least  took  several  photographs.  Sapient  critics 
will  stop  me  here  with  the  oft-repeated  dictum 
that  photography  is  not  art.  But  however 
that  may  be,  so  many  painters  nowadays  have 
recourse  to  the  assistance  of  photography  that 
M.  Zola's  '  snap-shotting '  largely  helped  to  bear 
out  the  account  which  I  had  given  of  him  at 
the  hotel. 

Oatlands  Park  is  a  large  pile  standing  on  the 
site  of  a  magnificent  palace  built  by  Henry  VIII. 
Anne  of  Denmark,  wife  of  James  I.,  resided  there, 
and  Henrietta  Maria  there  gave  birth  to  the  Duke 
of  Gloucester,  the  brother  of  our  second  Charles 
and  second  James.  The  palace  was  almost 
entirely  destroyed  during  the  Civil  Wars,  and 
subsequently  the  property  passed  in  turn  to 
Jermyn,  Earl  of  St.  Albans  ;  Herbert,  the  admiral, 
first  Earl  of  Torrington  ;  and  Henry,  seventh  Earl 
of  Lincoln.  A  descendant  of  the  last-named  sold 
the  estate  to  Frederick,  Duke  of  York,  the  son  of 
George  I II.  and  Commander-in-Chief  of  the  British 
army.  Soon  afterwards  the  house  at  Oatlands 
was  destroyed  by  fire,  and  the  prince  erected  a 

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new  building,  some  portions  of  which  are  incor- 
porated in  the  present  hostelry.  A  pathetic 
interest  attaches  to  those  remains  of  York  House. 
Within  those  walls  were  spent  many  of  the  honey- 
moon hours  of  a  fair  and  virtuous  princess,  one 
whose  early  death  plunged  England  into  the 
deepest  grief  it  had  known  for  centuries  ;  there 
she  conceived  the  child  who  in  the  ordinary  course 
of  nature  might  have  become  King  of  Great 
Britain.  But  the  babe,  so  anxiously  awaited  by 
the  whole  nation  (there  was  no  Princess  Victoria 
at  that  time)  proved  stillborn  ;  and  of  the  unhappy 
'  mother  of  a  moment/  Byron  wrote  in  immortal 
lines  : 

Of  sackcloth  was  thy  wedding  garment  made  ; 

Thy  bridal's  fruit  is  ashes  ;  in  the  dust 
The  fair-hair'd  Daughter  of  the  Isles  is  laid, 
The  love  of  millions  ! 

I  am  bound  to  add  that  the  tragic  story  of 
the  Princess  Charlotte  was  not  that  which  most 
appealed  to  M.  Zola's  feelings  at  Oatlands  Park. 
Nor  was  he  particularly  impressed  by  the  far- 
famed  grotto  which  the  hotel  handbook  states 
'  has  no  parallel  in  the  world.'  The  grotto,  an 
artificial  affair,  the  creation  of  which  is  due  to  a 

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Duke  of  Newcastle,  whom  it  cost  4O,ooo/.,  besides 
giving  employment  to  three  men  for  twenty  years, 
consists  of  numerous  chambers  and  passages, 
whose  walls  are  inlaid  with  coloured  spars,  shells, 
coral,  ammonites,  and  crystals.  This  work  is 
ingenious  enough,  but  when  one  enters  a  bath- 
room and  finds  a  stuffed  alligator  there,  keeping 
company  with  a  statue  of  Venus  and  a  terra-cotta 
of  the  infant  Hercules,  one  is  apt  to  remember 
how  perilously  near  the  ridiculous  is  to  the 
sublime. 

Ridiculous  also  to  some  minds  may  seem  the 
Duchess  of  York's  dog  and  monkey  cemetery,  in 
which  half  a  hundred  of  that  lady's  canine  and 
simian  pets  lie  buried  with  headstones  to  their 
tombs  commemorating  their  virtues.  This 
cemetery,  however,  greatly  commended  itself  to 
M.  Zola,  who,  as  some  may  know,  is  a  rare  lover 
of  animals.  Among  the  various  distinctions  ac- 
corded to  him  in  happier  times  by  his  compatriots 
there  is  none  that  he  has  ever  prized  more  highly 
than  the  diploma  of  honour  he  received  from  the 
French  '  Society  for  the  Protection  of  Animals,' 
and  I  believe  that  one  of  the  happiest  moments 
he  ever  knew  was  when,  as  Government  delegate 

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at  a  meeting  of  that  society,  he  fastened  a  gold 
medal  on  the  bosom  of  a  blushing  little  shepherdess, 
a  certain  Mile.  Camelin,  of  Trionne,  in  Upper 
Burgundy,  a  girl  of  sixteen,  who,  at  the  peril  of 
her  life,  had  engaged  a  ravenous  wolf  in  single 
combat,  killed  him,  and  thereby  saved  her  flock. 

And  M.  Zola's  books  teem  with  his  love  of 
animals.  During  his  long  exile  one  of  the  few 
requests  addressed  to  him  from  France,  to  which 
he  inclined  a  favourable  ear,  was  an  appeal  on 
behalf  of  a  new  journal  devoted  to  the  interests 
of  the  animal  world.  To  this  he  could  not  refuse 
his  patronage,  and  he  gave  it  enthusiastically, 
well  knowing  how  much  remains  to  be  accom- 
plished in  inculcating  among  the  masses  such 
affection  and  patience  as  are  rightful  with  regard 
to  those  dumb  creatures  who  serve  man  so  well. 

The  Duchess  of  York's  cemetery  reminded 
him  of  his  own.  Below  his  house  at  Medan  a 
green  islet  rises  from  the  Seine.  This  he  pur- 
chased some  years  ago,  and  there  all  his  favourites 
have  since  been  buried  :  an  old  horse,  a  goat,  and 
several  dogs.  During  his  exile  a  fresh  interment 
took  place  in  this  island  cemetery,  that  of  his 
last  canine  favourite,  the  poor  '  Chevalier  de  Perlin- 

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pinpin,'  who,  after  vainly  fretting  for  his  absent 
master,  died  at  last  of  sheer  grief  and  loneliness. 
Those  only  can  understand  Emile  Zola  who  have 
seen  him  as  I  saw  him  then,  bowed  down  with 
sorrow,  distraught,  indifferent  to  all  else,  both  the 
weightiest  personal  interests  and  the  very  triumph 
of  the  cause  he  had  championed  ;  and  this  because 
his  pet  dog  had  pined  away  for  him,  and  was 
beyond  all  possibility  of  succour.  It  was  of  course 
a  passing  weakness  with  him  ;  such  weakness  as 
may  fall  upon  a  man  of  kindly  heart.  In  Zola's 
case  it  came,  however,  almost  like  a  last  blow 
amidst  the  sorrow  and  loneliness  of  the  exile 
which  he  was  enduring  in  silence  for  the  sake  of 
his  much-loved  country. 


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VI 

STILL   AT   OATLANUS 

FOR  a  time,  at  all  events,  Messrs.  Zola  and 
Desmoulin  found  themselves  in  fairly  pleasant 
quarters  ;  they  could  stroll  about  the  gardens  at 
Oatlands  or  along  the  umbrageous  roads  of 
Walton,  or  beside  the  pretty  reaches  of  the 
Thames,  amidst  all  desirable  quietude.  After  all 
his  worries  the  master  needed  complete  mental 
rest,  and  he  laughed  at  his  friend's  repeated 
appeals  for  newspapers. 

At  that  period  I  procured  a  few  French 
journals  every  time  I  went  to  town  and  posted 
them  to  Oatlands,  where  they  were  eagerly  conned 
by  M.  Desmoulin,  on  whom  the  Dreyfus  fever  was 
as  strong  as  ever.  But  M.  Zola  during  the  first 
fortnight  of  his  exile  did  not  once  cast  eyes 
upon  a  newspaper,  and  the  only  information  he 
obtained  respecting  passing  events  was  such  as 

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Desmoulin  or  myself  imparted  to  him.  And  in 
this  he  evinced  little  interest.  Half  of  it,  he  said, 
was  absolutely  untrue,  and  the  other  half  was  of 
no  importance.  There  is  certainly  much  force 
and  truth  in  this  curtly-worded  opinion  as  applied 
to  the  contents  of  certain  Paris  journals. 

However,  communications  were  now  being 
opened  up  between  the  master  and  his  Paris 
friends,  and  every  few  days  Wareham  or  myself 
had  occasion  to  go  to  Oatlands.  There  were 
sundry  false  alarms,  too,  through  strangers  calling 
at  Wareham's  office,  and  now  and  again  my 
sudden  appearance  at  the  hotel  threw  Messrs. 
Zola  and  Desmoulin  into  anxiety.  In  other  re- 
spects their  life  was  quiet  enough.  The  people 
staying  at  Oatlands  were,  on  the  whole,  a  much 
less  inquisitive  class  than  those  whom  one  had 
found  at  the  Grosvenor.  There  were  various 
honeymoon-making  couples,  who  were  far  too  busy 
feasting  their  eyes  on  one  another  to  pay  much 
attention  to  the  two  French  artists.  Then,  also, 
the  family  people  gave  time  to  the  superintendence 
of  their  sons  and  daughters  ;  whilst  the  old  folks 
only  seemed  to  care  for  a  leisurely  stroll  about 
the  grounds,  followed  by  long  spells  of  book  or 

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newspaper  reading,  under   the  shelter  of  tree  or 
sunshade. 

Moreover  the  exiles  saw  little  of  the  other 
inmates  of  the  hotel,  excepting  at  the  table  d'hote 
dinner.  M.  Zola  then  brought  his  faculties  of 
observation  into  play,  and  after  the  lapse  of  a  few 
days  he  informed  me  that  he  was  astonished  at  the 
ease  and  frequency  with  which  some  English  girls 
raised  their  wine-glasses  to  their  lips.  It  upset  all 
his  ideas  of  propriety  to  see  young  ladies  of 
eighteen  tossing  off  their  Moselle  and  their  cham- 
pagne as  to  the  manner  born.  In  France  the 
daughter  who  is  properly  trained  contents  herself 
with  water  just  coloured  by  the  addition  of  a  little 
Bordeaux  or  Burgundy.  And  the  contrast  between 
this  custom  and  incidents  which  M.  Zola  noticed 
at  Oatlands — and  to  which  he  once  or  twice  called 
my  attention — made  a  deep  impression  on  him. 

The  people  staying  at  the  hotel  were  certainly 
all  of  a  good  class.  There  were  several  well-known 
names  in  the  register  ;  and  knowing  how  much  has 
been  written  on  the  happy  decrease  of  drinking 
habits  '  in  the  upper  middle-class  of  England,'  I 
was  myself  slightly  surprised  at  what  was  pointed 
out  to  me.  When  M.  Zola  discovered,  too,  that 

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sundry  gentlemen — leaving  wine  to  their  wives  and 
daughters—  were  addicted  to  drinking  whisky  with 
their  meals,  he  was  yet  more  astonished,  for  he 
claims  that  in  France  nowadays,  greatly  as  the 
consumption  of  alcohol  has  increased  among  the 
masses,  it  has  declined  almost  to  vanishing  point 
among  people  with  any  claim  to  culture.  On  this 
matter,  however,  I  reminded  him  that  wine  was 
often  expensive  in  England,  that  beer  disagreed 
with  many  people,  and  that  some  who  felt  the  need 
of  a  stimulant  were  thus  driven  to  whisky  and 
water. 

When  the  master  and  Desmoulin  wandered 
down  to  the  Thames  towing-path,  they  found  fresh 
food  for  observation  and  comment  among  the 
boating  fraternity.  With  some  gay  parties  were 
damsels  whose  disregard  for  decorum  was  strongly 
reminiscent  of  Asnieres  and  Joinville-le-Pont ;  and 
it  was  slightly  embarrassing  to  stroll  near  the  river 
in  the  evening,  when  at  every  few  yards  one  found 
young  couples  exchanging  kisses  in  the  shadows 
of  the  trees.  After  all  it  was  surprise  rather  than 
embarrassment  which  the  exiles  experienced,  for 
they  had  scarcely  imagined  that  English  training 
was  conducive  to  such  public  endearments. 

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At  a  later  stage  a  bicycle  was  procured  for  the 
master,  and  he  was  then  able  to  extend  his  sphere 
of  observation  ;  but  in  the  earlier  days  at  Oatlands 
his  rambles  were  confined  to  the  vicinity  of  Walton 
and  Weybridge.  At  the  latter  village  he  laid  in  a 
fresh  stock  of  linen,  and  was  soon  complaining  of 
the  exiguous  proportions  of  English  shirts.  The 
Frenchman,  it  should  be  remembered,  is  a  man  of 
many  gestures,  and  desires  all  possible  freedom  of 
action  for  his  arms.  His  shirt  is  cut  accordingly, 
and  a  superabundance  rather  than  a  deficiency  of 
material  in  length  as  well  as  breadth  is  the  result. 
But  the  English  shirt-maker  proceeds  upon  dif- 
ferent lines  ;  he  always  seems  afraid  of  wasting  a 
few  inches  of  longcloth,  and  thus  if  the  ordinary 
ready-made  shirt  on  sale  at  shops  of  the  average 
class  is  dressy-looking  enough,  it  is  also  often 
supremely  uncomfortable  to  those  who  like  their 
ease.  Such,  at  least,  was  the  master's  experience  ; 
and  in  certain  respects,  said  he,  the  English  shirt 
was  not  only  uncomfortable,  but  indecorous  as 
well.  This  astonished  him  with  a  nation  which 
claimed  to  show  so  much  regard  for  the  pro- 
prieties. 

The  desire  to  clothe  himself  according  to  his 
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wont  became  so  keen  that  M.  Desmoulin  decided 
to  make  an  expedition  to  Paris.  All  this  time 
Mme.  Zola  had  remained  alone  at  the  house  in  the 
Rue  de  Bruxelles,  outside  which,  as  at  Medan 
(where  the  Zolas  have  their  country  residence), 
detectives  were  permanently  stationed.  Mme. 
Zola  was  shadowed  wherever  she  went,  the  idea, 
of  course,  being  that  she  would  promptly  follow 
her  husband  abroad.  She  had,  however,  ample 
duties  to  discharge  in  Paris.  At  the  same  time  she 
much  wished  to  send  her  husband  a  trunkful  of 
clothes  as  well  as  the  materials  for  a  new  book  he 
had  planned,  in  order  that  he  might  have  some 
occupation  in  his  sorrow  and  loneliness. 

Most  people  are  by  this  time  aware  that 
M.  Zola's  gospel  is  work.  In  diligent  study  and 
composition  he  finds  some  measure  of  solace  for 
every  trouble.  At  times  it  is  hard  for  him  to  take 
up  the  pen,  but  he  forces  himself  to  do  so,  and  an 
hour  later  he  has  largely  banished  sorrow  and 
anxiety,  and  at  times  has  even  dulled  physical 
pain.  He  himself,  heavy  hearted  as  he  was  when 
the  first  novelty  of  his  strolls  round  Oatlands  had 
worn  off,  felt  that  he  must  have  something  to 
do,  and  was  therefore  well  pleased  at  the  prospect 

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of    receiving    the    materials    for    his   new   book, 
'  Fe"conditeV 

At  that  date  he  certainly  did  not  imagine  that 
the  whole  of  this  work  would  be  written  in  England, 
that  his  exile  would  dragon  month  after  month  till 
winter  would  come  and  spring  return,  followed  once 
more  by  summer.  In  those  days  we  used  to  say : 
'  It  will  all  be  over  in  a  fortnight,  or  three  weeks, 
or  a  month  at  the  latest  ;  and  again  and  again  did 
our  hopes  alternately  collapse  and  revive.  Thus 
the  few  chapters  of '  Fe'coridite','  which  he  thought 
he  might  be  able  to  pen  in  England,  multiplied 
and  multiplied  till  they  at  last  became  thirty — 
the  entire  work. 

It  was  M.  Desmoulin  who  brought  the  necessary 
materials — memoranda,  cuttings,  and  a  score  of 
scientific  works — from  Paris.  And  at  the  same 
time  he  had  a  trunk  with  him  full  of  clothes  which 
had  been  smuggled  in  small  parcels  out  of  M.  Zola's 
house,  carried  to  the  residence  of  a  friend,  and 
there  properly  packed.  Desmoulin  also  brought  a 
hand  camera,  which  likewise  proved  very  acceptable 
to  the  master,  and  enabled  him  to  take  many  little 
photographs — almost  a  complete  pictorial  record 
of  his  English  experiences. 

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During  Desmoulin's  absence  the  master  re- 
mained virtually  alone  at  Oatlands,  and  as  he  still 
cared  nothing  for  newspapers  I  sent  him  a  few 
books  from  my  shelves,  and,  among  others, 
Stendhal's  '  La  Chartreuse  de  Parme.'  He  wrote 
me  afterwards  :  '  I  am  very  grateful  to  you  for  the 
books  you  sent.  Now  that  I  am  utterly  alone  they 
enabled  me  to  spend  a  pleasant  day  yesterday.  I 
am  reading  "  La  Chartreuse."  I  am  without  news 
from  France.  If  you  hear  of  anything  really 
serious  pray  let  me  know  it.' 

By  this  time  proper  arrangements   had  been 
made   with    regard  to   M.  Zola's   correspondence. 
His  exact  whereabouts  were  kept  absolutely  secret 
even  from  his  most  intimate  friends.     Everybody, 
his  wife  and  Maitre  Labori  also,  addressed   their 
letters  to  Wareham's  office  in  Bishopsgate  Street. 
Here  the  correspondence  was  enclosed  in  a  large 
envelope  and  redirected  to  Oatlands.     With  regard 
to  visitors  Wareham  and   I   had   decided   to  give 
the    master's    address    to    none.       Wareham     in- 
tended to  take  their  cards,   ascertain  their  Lon- 
don address,  and  then   refer   the  matter  through 
me  to    M.   Zola.      Later  on,  a  regular  supply  of 
French  newspapers  was  arranged,  and  those  journals 

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were  re-transmitted  to  the  master  by  Wareham 
or  myself. 

On  the  other  hand,  I  usually  addressed  M. 
Zola's  letters  for  him  to  the  house  of  a  trusty  friend 
in  Paris.  This  precaution  was  a  necessary  one,  as 
M.  Zola's  handwriting  is  so  extremely  characteristic 
and  so  well  known  in  France.  And  thus  we  were 
convinced  that  any  letter  arriving  in  Paris  ad- 
dressed by  him  would  immediately  be  sent  to  the 
'  Cabinet  Noir,'  where  all  suspicious  correspondence 
is  opened  by  certain  officials,  who  immediately 
report  the  contents  to  the  Government. 

It  has  been  pretended  that  of  recent  years  this 
secret  service  has  been  abolished  ;  but  such  is  by 
no  means  the  case.  It  flourishes  to-day  in  the 
same  way  as  it  flourished  under  the  Second  Empire, 
when  Napoleon  III.  made  a  point  of  acquainting 
himself  with  the  private  correspondence  of  his  own 
relatives,  his  ministers,  and  his  generals.  After  the 
revolution  of  September  1870,  hundreds  of  copies 
of  more  or  less  compromising  letters,  covert  attacks 
on  or  criticisms  of  the  Imperial  Government,  billets- 
doux  also  between  Imperial  princes  and  their 
mistresses,  and  so  forth,  were  found  at  the  Palace 
of  the  Tuileries  ;  and  some  of  them  were  even 

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published    by    a     commission    nominated    by   the 
Republican  Government. 

Much  of  the  same  kind  of  thing  goes  on  to-day, 
and  M.  Zola,  when  in  Paris  during  the  earlier 
stages  of  the  Dreyfus  case,  had  made  it  a  point  to 
trust  no  letter  of  the  slightest  importance  to  the 
Postal  Service.  On  one  occasion,  a  short  time 
after  his  arrival  in  England,  we  had  reason  to  fear 
that  a  letter  addressed  by  me  to  Paris  had  gone 
astray,  and  all  correspondence  on  M.  Zola's  side 
was  thereupon  suspended  for  several  days.  How- 
ever, the  missing  letter  turned  up  at  last,  and  from 
that  time  till  the  conclusion  of  the  master's  exile 
the  arrangements  devised  between  him,  Wareham, 
and  myself  worked  without  a  hitch. 


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VII 

EXCURSIONS   AND   ALARUMS 

ALREADY  at  the  time  of  M.  Zola's  arrival  in 
London  I  had  received  a  summons  to  serve  upon 
the  jury  at  the  July  Sessions  of  the  Central 
Criminal  Court.  I  had  been  excused  from  service 
on  a  previous  occasion,  but  this  time  I  had  no  valid 
excuse  to  offer,  and  it  followed  that  I  must  either 
serve  or  else  pay  such  a  fine  as  the  Common 
Serjeant  might  direct.  There  is  always  a  certain 
element  of  doubt  in  these  matters  ;  and  while  I 
might  perhaps  luckily  escape  service  after  a  day  or 
two,  on  the  other  hand,  I  might  be  kept  at  the  Old 
Bailey  for  more  than  a  week.  At  any  other  time 
I  should  have  accepted  my  fate  without  a  murmur  ; 
but  I  was  greatly  worried  as  to  what  might  befall 
M.  Zola  during  my  absence  in  London,  and  I  more 
than  once  thought  of  defaulting  and  'paying  up.' 
But  the  master  would  not  hear  of  it.  He  was  now 


EXCURSIONS   AND   ALARUMS 

located  at  Oatlands,  and  felt  sure  that  he  would 
have  no  trouble  there.  Moreover,  said  he,  it  would 
always  be  possible  for  me  to  run  down  now  and 
again  of  an  evening,  dine  with  him,  and  attend  to 
such  little  matters  as  might  require  my  help. 

So,  on  the  Monday  morning  when  the  sessions 
opened,  I  duly  repaired  to  town ;  and  on  the 
journey  up,  I  saw  in  the  '  Daily  Chronicle '  the 
announcement  of  M.  Zola's  recent  presence  at  the 
Grosvenor  Hotel.  This  gave  me  quite  a  shock. 
So  the  Press  was  on  the  right  track  at  last !  Start- 
ing from  the  Grosvenor  Hotel,  might  not  the 
reporters  trace  the  master  to  Wimbledon,  and 
thence  to  his  present  retreat  ?  I  had  no  time  for 
hesitation.  My  instructions,  moreover,  were  im- 
perative. For  the  benefit  of  M.  Zola  personally, 
and  for  the  benefit  of  the  whole  Dreyfus  cause,  I 
had  orders  to  deny  everything.  So  I  drove  to  the 
Press  Association  offices,  sent  up  a  contradiction  of 
the  '  Daily  Chronicle's  '  statement,  and  then  hurried 
up  Ludgate  Hill  to  the  Court,  where  my  name  was 
soon  afterwards  called. 

I  found  myself  on  the  second  or  third  jury  got 
together,  and  that  day  I  was  not  empanelled.  But 
on  the  morrow  I  was  required  to  do  duty  ;  and 

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between  then  and  the  latter  part  of  the  week  I  sat 
upon  four  or  five  cases — all  crimes  of  violence,  and 
one  described  in  the  indictment  as  murder.  This 
position  was  the  more  unpleasant  for  me,  as  I 
am,  by  strong  conviction,  an  adversary  of  capital 
punishment.  I  absolutely  deny  the  right  of  society 
to  put  any  man  or  any  woman  to  death,  whatever 
be  his  or  her  crime.  My  proper  course  then 
seemed  to  lie  in  the  direction  of  a  public  statement, 
which  would  have  created,  I  suppose,  some  little 
sensation  or  scandal  ;  but  happily  the  prosecuting 
counsel  in  his  very  first  words  abandoned  the 
count  of  murder  for  that  of  manslaughter,  and  I 
was  thereby  relieved  from  my  predicament. 

The  cases  on  which  I  sat,  and  those  to  which 
I  listened  while  I  remained  in  attendance,  need 
not  be  particularised.  I  will  merely  mention  that 
they  were  nearly  all  due  to  drink.  Mr.  Justice 
Lawrance,  who  sat  upon  the  bench,  was  visibly 
impressed  by  the  circumstance,  to  which  he  more 
than  once  alluded  in  his  summings  up.  In  one 
case  he  was  so  good  as  to  refer  to  a  question,  put 
by  me  from  the  jury  box,  as  a  proper  and  pertinent 
one,  at  which  I  naturally  felt  vastly  complimented. 
On  the  second  or  third  day,  either  before  the 

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proceedings  began  or  when  the  Court  rose  for 
luncheon — I  do  not  exactly  remember  which — a 
gentleman  approached  me,  and  introduced  himself 
as  a  member  of  the  Press.  Said  he,  '  I  have 
been  asking  Mr.  Avory  for  you.  You  are  Mr. 
Vizetelly,  I  believe  ? ' 

'  That  is  my  name,'  I  answered. 

'  Well,  I  have  come  to  speak  to  you  about  M. 
Zola's  presence  in  England.' 

I  should  here  mention  that,  in  spite  of  my 
contradiction  of  the  '  Chronicle '  story,  there  re- 
mained some  people  who  had  reason  to  believe 
it.  Moreover,  it  had  been  more  or  less  confirmed 
by  the  '  Morning  Leader,'  and  some  editors, 
rightly  surmising  that  if  M.  Zola  were  in  London 
he  would  very  likely  be  in  communication  with 
his  usual  translator,  had  despatched  reporters 
to  my  house,  where  my  wife  had  seen  them.  On 
learning  that  I  was  quietly  doing  jury  service  at 
the  Old  Bailey,  some  had  apparently  concluded 
that  1  was  not  concerned  in  M.  Zola's  movements, 
which,  so  it  happened,  was  the  very  conclusion  I 
had  desired  them  to  arrive  at.  One  gentleman, 
however,  not  content  with  his  repulse  at  my  house, 
had  followed  me  to  the  Court. 

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I    answered    his    inquiries  with    a   variety   of 
suggestions.     Zola   in    England,   and    in    London 
too !     Well,    we   had    heard    that    before,    said    I. 
But  was  it  a  probable  course  for  the  novelist  to 
take  ?     He  knew  no  English,  and   had  but  few 
personal  friends  in   England.     His  portraits,  how- 
ever, were  in  several  shops  and  in  many  newspapers. 
And  only  a  few  years  previously  he  had  been  seen 
by  a  thousand  English  pressmen  and  others.     So 
would    he   not    be    liable    to    recognition    almost 
immediately  ?     Now,  the    only  modern  language 
besides  French  of  which  M.  Zola  had  any  know- 
ledge was  Italian.     And  if  I  were  in  his  place,  I 
said,  I  should   go  to  Italy — for  instance,  to  one  of 
the  little  towns  in  the  north,  whence,  if  needful, 
one  could  cross  over  into  Switzerland  ;  though,  of 
course,  there  was   little  likelihood  that  the  Italian 
Government  would  ever  surrender  the  distinguished 
writer  to  his  persecutors. 

Continuing  in  this  strain  I  gave  my  inter- 
viewer material  for  a  very  plausible  article,  which 
I  remember  was  duly  published,  and  which  thus 
helped  to  divert  attention  from  the  right  scent. 

At  the  week-end,  having  given  considerable 
time  to  jury  duties,  I  was  compelled  to  spend 

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Saturday  morning  in  London  on  business,  and  in 
the  afternoon  I  allowed  myself  a  few  hours'  relaxa- 
tion. Reaching  Wimbledon  about  eight  in  the 
evening  I  called  on  Wareham,  who  received  me 
with  a  great  show  of  satisfaction  ;  for,  said  he,  my 
services  had  been  required  for  some  hours  past 
and  nobody  had  known  where  I  might  be.  That 
day,  it  seemed,  just  before  Wareham  had  left  his 
Bishopsgate  Street  office,  he  had  received  a  visit 
from  a  most  singular-looking  little  Frenchman, 
who  had  presented  one  of  Maitre  Labori's  visiting 
cards  and  requested  an  interview  with  M.  Zola. 
Questioned  as  to  his  business,  the  only  explanation 
he  would  give  was  that  he  had  with  him  a  docu- 
ment in  a  sealed  envelope  which  he  must  place 
in  M.  Zola's  own  hands.  Wareham  had  wired  to 
me  on  the  matter,  but  owing  to  my  absence  from 
home  had  of  course  received  no  reply.  Then,  on 
reaching  Wimbledon,  he  had  called  on  me  and 
found  me  out.  And,  finally,  he  had  gone  down  to 
Oatlands  and  had  there  seen  M.  Zola,  who  had 
handed  him  a  note  authorising  Maitre  Labori's 
messenger  to  call  at  the  hotel  on  the  morrow. 
However,  the  messenger  and  his  manners  had 
seemed  very  suspicious  to  Wareham— as,  indeed, 

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they  afterwards  seemed  to  me-  and  the  question 
arose,  was  he  a  genuine  envoy,  was  the  writing  on 
Maitre  Labori's  card  perchance  a  forgery,  and  what 
was  the  document  in  a  sealed  envelope  which  was 
to  be  handed  to  nobody  but  M.  Zola  himself? 
Well,  said  I  at  a  guess,  perhaps  it  is  a  copy  of  the 
Versailles  judgment,  and  this  is  simply  an  impudent 
attempt  to  serve  it. 

Wareham  still  had  Zola's  note  in  his  possession, 
and  we  resolved  to  go  to  town  that  evening  to 
interview  the  messenger  and  extract  from  him 
some  decisive  proof  of  his  bona  fides  before  allow- 
ing matters  to  go  any  further. 

The  envoy's  address  was  the  Salisbury  Hotel, 
Salisbury  Court,  Fleet  Street,  which  I  thought 
a  curious  one,  being  in  the  very  centre  of  the 
London  newspaper  district ;  and  all  the  way  up 
to  town  my  suspicions  of  having  to  do  with  a 
'  plant '  steadily  increased.  It  was  quite  ten 
o'clock  when  we  reached  the  hotel,  and  on  inquir- 
ing for  our  party  we  found  that  he  had  gone  to 
bed. 

'Well,'  said  Wareham,  sharply,  'he  must  be 
roused.  We  must  see  him  at  once.' 

1  spoke  to  the  same  effect,  and  the  hotel 
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servants  looked  rather  surprised.     I    have  an  idea 
that  they  fancied  we  had  come  to  arrest  the  man. 

In  about  ten  minutes  he  was  brought  down- 
stairs. His  appearance  was  most  unprepossessing. 
He  was  very  short,  with  a  huge  head  and  a 
remarkable  shock  of  coal-black  hair.  Having 
hastily  risen  from  bed,  he  had  retained  his 
pyjamas,  but  a  long  frock  coat  hung  nearly  to  his 
slippers,  and  in  one  hand  he  carried  a  pair  of 
gloves,  and  in  the  other  a  huge  eccentric  silk  hat 
of  the  true  chimney-pot  type.  These  were  details, 
and  one  might  have  passed  them  over.  But  the 
man's  face  was  sadly  against  him.  He  had  the 
slyest  eyes  I  have  ever  seen  ;  that  peculiar  shifty 
glance  which  invariably  sets  one  against  an 
individual.  And  thus  I  became  more  and  more 
convinced  that  we  had  to  deal  with  some  piece  of 
trickery. 

We  entered  the  smoking-room  where  the  gas 
was  burning  low.  A  gentleman  stopping  at  the 
hotel  was  snoring  in  solitary  state  in  one  of  the 
arm  chairs.  Reaching  a  table  near  a  window  we 
sat  down  and  at  once  engaged  in  battle. 

'  I  have  not  brought  you  a  definite  answer,' 
said  Wareham  to  the  envoy,  '  but  this  gentleman 

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is  in  M.  Zola's  confidence,  and  wishes  further  proof 
of  your  bona  fides  before  allowing  you  to  see 
M.  Zola.' 

Then  I  took  up  the  tale,  now  in  French,  now 
in  English,  for  the  envoy  spoke  both  languages. 
Who  was  he  ?  I  asked.  Did  he  claim  to  have 
received  Labori's  card  from  Labori  himself?  What 
was  the  document  in  the  envelope  which  he  would 
only  deliver  to  M.  Zola  in  person  ?  And  he 
replied  that  he  was  a  diamond-broker.  Did  I 
know  So-and-So  and  So-and-So  of  Hatton 
Garden  ?  They  knew  him  well,  they  did  business 
with  him  ;  they  could  vouch  for  his  honorability. 
But  no,  I  was  not  acquainted  with  So-and-So  and 
So-and-So.  I  never  bought  diamonds.  Besides, 
it  was  ten  o'clock  on  Saturday  night,  and  the 
parties  mentioned  were  certainly  not  at  their 
offices  for  me  to  refer  to  them. 

Afterwards  the  little  envoy  began  to  speak  of 
his  family  connections  and  his  Paris  friends, 
mentioning  various  well-known  names.  But  the 
proofs  I  desired  were  not  forthcoming  ;  and  when 
he  finally  admitted  that  he  had  not  received 
Maitre  Labori's  card  from  that  gentleman  himself, 
all  my  suspicions  revived.  True  he  added  that  it 

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had  been  given  him  by  a  well-known  Revisionist 
leader  to  whom  Maitre  Labori,  in  a  moment  of 
emergency,  having  nobody  of  his  own  whom  he 
could  send  abroad,  had  handed  it. 

But  what  was  in  the  envelope  ?  That  was 
the  great  question.  The  envoy  could  or  would 
not  answer  it.  He  knew  nothing  certain  on 
that  point.  Then  we — Wareham  and  I — brought 
forward  our  heavy  artillery.  We  could  not  allow 
a  document  to  be  handed  to  M.  Zola  under  such 
mysterious  conditions.  We  must  see  it.  But  no, 
the  envoy  had  strict  instructions  to  the  contrary ; 
he  could  not  show  it  to  us.  In  that  case,  we 
rejoined,  he  might  take  it  back  to  Paris.  He  had 
produced  no  proof  of  any  of  his  assertions  ;  for  all 
we  knew  he  might  have  told  us  a  fairy  tale,  and 
the  mysterious  document  might  simply  be  a  copy 
of  the  much  dreaded  judgment  of  Versailles.  This 
suggestion  produced  a  visible  impression  on  the 
little  man,  and  for  half  an  hour  we  sat  arguing 
the  point.  Finally  he  began  to  compliment  us  : 
'  Oh  !  you  guard  him  well ! '  he  said.  '  I  shall  tell 
them  all  about  it  when  I  get  back  to  Paris.  But 
you  do  wrong  to  distrust  me  ;  I  am  honourable.  I 
am  well  known  in  Hatton  Garden.  I  have  done 

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business  there,  ten,  twelve  years  with  So-and-So 
and  So-and-So.  I  speak  the  truth :  you  may 
believe  me.' 

We  shrugged  our  shoulders.  For  my  part,  I 
could  not  shake  off  the  bad  impression  which  the 
envoy  had  made  on  me.  The  gleams  of  craft  and 
triumph  which  now  and  again  I  had  detected  in 
his  eyes  were  not  to  my  liking.  Assuredly  few 
men  are  responsible  for  any  physical  repulsive- 
ness  ;  we  cannot  all  be  '  Belvedere  '  Apollos  ;  but 
then  the  envoy  was  not  only  of  the  ugly,  but  also 
the  cunning-looking  class.  Yet  a  more  honourable 
man  never  breathed.  He  at  last  thrust  one  hand 
into  the  depths  of  a  capacious  inner  pocket,  pro- 
duced the  mysterious  envelope,  and  opened  it  in 
our  presence.  It  contained  simply  a  long  letter 
from  Maitre  Labori,  accompanied  by  a  document 
concerning  the  prosecution  which  had  been  insti- 
tuted with  reference  to  the  infamous  articles  that 
Ernest  Judet,  of  the  '  Petit  Journal/  had  recently 
written,  accusing  Zola's  father  of  theft  and  em- 
bezzlement whilst  he  was  a  wardrobe  officer  in  the 
French  Foreign  Legion  in  Algeria.  It  was  needful 
that  Zola  should  see  this  document,  and  return  it 
by  messenger  to  Paris  immediately. 

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The  affair  in  question  is  still  sub  judice>  and  I 
must  therefore  speak  of  it  with  some  reticence. 
But  all  who  are  interested  in  M.  Zola's  origin  and 
career  will  do  well  to  read  the  admirable  volume 
written  by  M.  Jacques  Dhur,  and  entitled  '  Le  Pere 
d'Emile  Zola,'  which  the  Societ6  Libre  d'Edition 
des  Gens  de  Lettres  (30,  Rue  Laffitte,  Paris) 
published  a  short  time  ago.  This  will  show  them 
how  strong  are  the  presumptions  that  the  docu- 
ments cited  by  Judet  in  proof  of  his  abominable 
charges  are  rank  forgeries — similar  to  those  of 
Henry  and  Lemercier-Picard  !  In  this  connection 
it  afforded  me  much  pleasure  to  be  able  to  supply 
certain  extracts  from  Francesco  Zola's  works  at 
the  British  Museum,  showing  how  subsequent  to 
the  date  at  which  the  novelist's  father  is  alleged  to 
have  purloined  State  money  he  was  received  with 
honour  by  King  Louis-Philippe,  the  Prince  de 
Joinville,  the  Minister  of  War,  and  other  high 
personages  of  the  time — incidents  which  all  tend 
to  establish  the  falsity  of  the  accusations  by  which 
Judet,  in  his  venomous  spite  and  malignity,  hoped 
to  cast  opprobrium  on  the  parentage  of  my  dear 
master  and  friend. 

But  I  must  return  to  Maitre  Labori's  envoy. 
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kl 

When  I  had  seen  the  contents  of  his  envelope  I 
heartily  apologised  to  him  for  the  suspicions  which 
I  had  cast  upon  his  good  faith.  At  this  he  smiled 
more  maliciously  and  triumphantly  than  ever,  and 
then  candidly  remarked  :  '  Well,  if  you  have  tested 
me,  I  have  tested  you,  and  I  shall  be  able  to  tell 
all  our  friends  in  Paris  that  M.  Zola  is  in  safe 
hands.' 

According  to  previous  agreement  we  re-sealed 
the  envelope,  writing  across  it  that  it  had  been 
opened  in  presence  of  Wareham  and  myself.  And 
afterwards  our  reconciliation  also  was  '  sealed  '  over 
a  friendly  glass.  Nevertheless  the  envoy  never 
saw  M.  Zola.  M.  Desmoulin  luckily  turned  up  on 
the  morrow,  and,  armed  with  a  fresh  note  from  the 
master,  persuaded  our  little  French  friend  to  hand 
him  the  documents. 

We  left  the  Salisbury  Hotel,  Wareham  and  I, 
well  pleased  to  find  that  our  suspicions  had  been 
unfounded.  Nevertheless  the  whole  conversation 
of  the  last  hour  had  left  its  mark  on  us ;  and,  for 
my  part,  I  was  in  much  the  same  state  of  mind  as 
in  the  old  days  of  the  siege  of  Paris,  when  the  spy 
mania  led  to  so  many  amusing  incidents.  Thus 
the  circumstance  of  finding  two  persons  at  the 
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corner  of  Salisbury  Square  as  we  left  it — two 
persons  who  were  speaking  in  French  and  who 
eyed  us  very  suspiciously — revived  my  alarm. 
They  even  followed  us  along  Fleet  Street  towards 
Ludgate  Circus,  and  though  we  dodged  them 
through  the  cavernous  Ludgate  Hill  Railway 
Station,  across  sundry  courts  and  past  the  stores  of 
Messrs.  Spiers  and  Pond,  we  again  found  them 
waiting  for  us  on  our  return  towards  the  embank- 
ment, determined,  so  it  seemed,  to  convoy  us  home. 
We  hastened  our  steps  and  they  hastened  theirs. 
We  loitered,  they  loitered  also.  At  last  Wareham 
made  me  dive  into  a  side  street  and  thence  into  a 
maze  of  courts,  and  though  the  others  seemed  bent 
on  following  us,  we  at  last  managed  to  give  them 
the  slip. 

I  never  saw  these  men  again,  but  I  have 
retained  a  strong  suspicion  that  no  mere  question 
of  coincidence  could  explain  that  seeming  pursuit. 
I  take  it  that  these  individuals  had  come  over  to 
England  on  the  track  of  the  little  French  envoy  ; 
for  it  was  after  he  had  bidden  us  good-night  out- 
side the  Salisbury  Hotel  that  they  had  turned  to 
follow  us.  He  had  told  us,  too,  that  earlier  in  the 
evening  he  had  spent  an  hour  smoking  and  strolling 
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about  Salisbury  Court  whilst  anxiously  awaiting 
Wareham's  arrival  with  his  promised  answer. 
Whether  these  men  were  French  police  spies, 
whether  they  were  simply  members  of  some  swell 
mob  who  knew  that  the  little  gentleman  with  the 
huge  head  and  the  coal-black  hair  sometimes 
journeyed  to  London  with  a  fortune  in  diamonds 
in  his  possession,  must  remain  a  mystery.  As  for 
Wareham  and  myself,  when  we  had  again  reached 
Fleet  Street  we  hailed  a  passing  hansom  and  drove 
away  to  Waterloo. 


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VIII 

OTHER   PERSONAL  ADVENTURES 

I  HAD  another  alarm  a  few  days  later.  Returning 
one  evening  by  train  from  Waterloo,  I  was  followed 
into  the  compartment  I  selected  by  a  party  of  five 
men,  two  of  whom  I  recognised.  One  was  the 
landlord  of  the  Raynes  Park  Hotel,  now  deceased, 
and  the  other  his  son.  Their  companions  proved 
to  be  Frenchmen,  which  somehow  struck  me  as  a 
curious  circumstance.  This  was  the  time  when  a 
letter  addressed  by  me  to  Paris  for  M.  Zola 
appeared  to  have  gone  astray,  and  when  we  were 
therefore  rather  apprehensive  of  some  action  on 
the  part  of  the  French  authorities.  Could  it  be 
that  the  two  Frenchmen  who  had  followed  me  into 
the  railway  carriage  in  the  company  of  a  local 
licensed  victualler  were  actually  staying  at  Raynes 
Park,  within  half  a  mile  of  my  home  ?  And,  if  so, 
what  could  be  their  purpose  ?  * 


WITH    ZOLA    IN   ENGLAND 

I  remained  silent  in  my  corner  of  the  carriage, 
pretending  to  read  a  newspaper ;  but  on  glancing 
up  every  now  and  then  I  fancied  that  I  detected 
one  or  another  of  the  Frenchmen  eyeing  me  sus- 
piciously. They  conversed  in  French,  either 
together  or  with  the  landlord's  son — who  spoke 
their  language,  I  found — on  a  variety  of  common- 
place topics  until  we  had  passed  Earlsfield  and 
were  fast  approaching  Wimbledon.  Then,  all  at 
once,  one  of  them  inquired  of  the  other  :  '  Shall  we 
get  out  at  Wimbledon  or  Raynes  Park  ? ' 

'  We'll  see,'  replied  the  other ;  and  at  the  same 
time  it  seemed  to  me  that  he  darted  a  very 
expressive  glance  in  my  direction. 

I  now  began  to  feel  rather  nervous.  It  was  my 
own  intention  to  alight  at  Wimbledon,  as  I  had  an 
important  message  from  M.  Zola  to  communicate 
to  Wareham  that  evening.  But  it  now  occurred  to 
me  that  the  best  policy  might  be  to  go  straight 
home.  If  these  men  were  French  detectives,  or 
French  newspaper  men  of  the  anti-Dreyfusite  party, 
who  by  shadowing  me  hoped  to  discover  M.  Zola's 
retreat,  it  would  be  most  unwise  for  me  to  go  to 
Wareham's.  If  once  the  latter's  name  and  address 
should  be  ascertained  b/  detectives,  commumca- 

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tions  between  M.  Zola  and  his  friends  would  be 
jeopardised.  On  the  other  hand,  of  course,  I  might 
be  mistaken  with  regard  to  the  men  ;  and  before 
all  else  I  ought  to  make  sure  whether  they  really 
had  any  hostile  intentions.  So  I  resolved  to  leave 
the  train  at  Wimbledon,  as  I  had  originally  proposed 
doing,  and  then  shape  my  course  by  theirs. 

As  soon  as  the  train  pulled  up  I  rose  to 
alight,  and  at  that  same  moment  the  Frenchman 
who  had  said  '  We'll  see/  exclaimed  to  his  com- 
panion :  '  Well,  I  think  we  will  get  out  here.' 

I  waited  to  hear  no  more.  I  rushed  off,  threw 
my  ticket  to  an  inspector,  climbed  the  steps  from 
the  platform,  descended  another  flight  into  the 
station-yard,  hurried  into  the  Hill  Road,  and  did 
not  pause  until  I  reached  the  first  turning  on  the 
right.  This  happened  to  be  the  Alexandra  Road, 
in  which  Wareham's  local  office  is  situated. 

Then  I  turned  round  and,  sure  enough,  I  saw 
the  two  Frenchmen,  the  licensed  victualler  and 
his  son,  deliberately  coming  towards  me.  Forth- 
with, under  cover  of  a  passing  vehicle,  I  crossed 
the  street  to  the  corner  of  St.  George's  Road, 
which  offered  a  convenient,  shady  retreat.  Then 
I  awaited  developments.  To  my  great  relief 
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the  party   of  four  went  straight  on  up  the  Hill 
Road. 

Nevertheless,  this  might  only  be  a  feint,  and  I 
hesitated  about  going  to  Wareham's  immediately. 
Before  anything,  I  had  better  let  those  suspicious 
Frenchmen  get  right  away.  So  I  retraced  my 
steps  towards  the  station,  and  entered  the  saloon 
bar  of  the  South- Western  Hotel.  There  I  found  a 
foreign  gentleman,  whether  French  or  Italian  I  do 
not  know,  whom  I  had  previously  met  about 
Wimbledon  on  various  occasions.  A  short,  rather 
stout,  and  elderly  man,  formerly,  I  believe,  in 
business  in  London,  and  now  living  on  his  income, 
he  had  more  than  once  spoken  to  me  of  the 
Dreyfus  case,  Zola,  Esterhazy,  and  all  the  others. 
And  on  this  particular  evening  he  approached  me 
with  a  smile,  and  inquired  if  there  were  any  truth 
in  the  reports  he  had  heard  to  the  effect  that 
M.  Zola  had  lately  been  seen  in  Wimbledon. 

Nervous  as  I  was  at  that  moment,  I  was  about 
to  give  him  a  sharp  reply,  when  the  door  of  the 
saloon  bar  opened,  and  to  my  intense  alarm  in 
marched  the  two  Frenchmen  who  had  already 
inspired  me  with  so  much  distrust.  Their  friends 
were  behind  them  ;  and  I  could  only  conclude  that 
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my  movements  had  somehow  been  observed  by 
them,  and  that  now  I  was  virtually  caught,  like  a 
rat  in  a  trap. 

I  was  the  more  startled,  too,  when  my  foreign 
acquaintance  (about  whom  I  really  knew  very  little) 
abruptly  quitted  me  to  accost  the  new  comers. 
But  this  gave  me  breathing  time.  The  door  was 
free,  and  so,  leaving  the  refreshment  I  had  ordered 
untouched,  I  bolted  out  of  the  house  in  much  the 
same  way  as  a  thief  might  have  done,  and  ran,  as 
if  for  my  life,  right  down  the  Alexandra  Road 
until  I  reached  Wareham's  office.  And  there  I 
seized  the  knocker  in  a  frenzy,  and  made  such  a 
racket  as  might  have  awakened  the  dead.  The 
door  suddenly  opened,  and  I  fell  into  the  arms  of 
Everson,  Wareham's  managing  clerk. 

1  Great  Scott ! '  said  he.     '  What  is  the  matter? 
You've  nearly  brought  the  house  down  ! ' 

'  Shut  the  door  ! '  I  replied.     '  Shut  the  door ! ' 

'  But  what  has  happened  to  you  ?  ' 

'  Shut  the  door  ! ' 

I  had  seated  myself  on  the  stairs,  and  a  full 

minute  went  by  before  I   could  begin  my  story. 

Then   I   told   Everson  all    that  had    befallen    me. 

Some  Frenchmen  were  on  Zola's  track  ;  they  must 

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be  the  very  same  men  who  had  shadowed  Wareham 
and  myself  from  the  Salisbury  Hotel  some  nights 
previously  ;  and  now  they  were  in  Wimbledon, 
having  heard,  no  doubt,  that  M.  Zola  had  been 
seen  there.  Wareham  must  be  warned  of  it. 
Every  precaution  must  be  taken  ;  we  must  remove 
our  charge  from  Oatlands,  and  so  forth. 

Everson  puffed  away  at  his  pipe  and  listened 
meditatively.  At  last  he  remarked,  '  Well,  it  is  a 
curious  business  if  what  you  say  is  true.  What 
were  these  Frenchmen  like  ?  ' 

Forthwith  I  began  to  describe  them  as  accu- 
rately as  I  could.  The  first  likeness  I  sketched 
must  have  been  a  faithful  one,  for  Everson  started, 
and  exclaimed,  '  And  the  other.  Was  he  not 
so-and-so  and  so-and-so  ? ' 

'  Yes,  he  was.  But  how  do  you  know  that  ? '  I 
rejoined,  with  considerable  surprise. 

'  Why,  because  I  know  who  the  men  are ! 
Although  you  saw  them  with  Mr.  Savage  of  the 
Raynes  Park  Hotel,  it  doesn't  follow  that  they  are 
staying  at  Raynes  Park.  As  a  matter  of  fact  they 
live  here  in  this  very  road.  They  have  been  here 
I  daresay,  eight  or  nine  months  now.  And  as  for 
being  detectives,  my  dear  sir,  they  are  musicians  ! ' 
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'  You  don't  mean  it ! ' 

I  collapsed  again.  To  think  that  out  of  a  mere 
chain  of  chance  coincidences  I  should  have  forged 
a  perfect  melodramatic  intrigue  !  To  think  that  I 
should  have  let  my  fancy  run  away  with  me  in  such 
a  fashion,  and  have  worked  myself  into  a  state  of 
nervousness  and  alarm  !  I  could  not  help  feeling  a 
trifle  ashamed.  '  Well,'  I  pleaded,  '  for  my  part,  I 
had  never  seen  the  men  before,  either  in  Wimbledon 
or  elsewhere.  Of  course,  I  am  short-sighted,  and 
my  eyes  sometimes  play  me  tricks  ;  however,  as 
you  are  sure ' 

'  Sure ! '  repeated  Everson ;  and  again  he 
described  the  men  in  such  a  way  as  to  convince  me 
that  there  was  no  mistake  in  the  matter.  '  More- 
over,' he  added,  '  I  saw  them  go  past  the  house  this 
very  morning  when  they  went  up  to  town.' 

1  Well,'  I  rejoined,  '  I  suppose  I  am  losing  my 
head.  Ten  minutes  ago  I  could  have  sworn  that 
those  men  were  after  me.' 

'  Your  statement  that  you  never  saw  them 
before,'  said  Everson, '  does  not  surprise  me.  As  a 
rule  they  go  to  town  every  morning,  and  as  you 
are  seldom  in  Wimbledon  in  the  evening  you  can't 
very  well  meet  one  another.' 
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'  I  suppose  you  regard  me  as  a  bit  of  a  fool  ? ' 
I  inquired. 

'  Oh,  no.  The  circumstances  were  curious 
enough,  and  in  your  place  I  might  have  drawn 
the  same  conclusions.  Only  I  don't  think  I  should 
have  hurried  off  to  a  friend's  house  and  have  nearly 
"  knocked  "  it  down.' 

We  both  laughed,  and  then  I  apologised. 

'  As  a  matter  of  fact,'  said  I,  'all  this  is  the 
natural  outcome  of  events.  The  beginning  was 
long  ago.  I  have  a  secret  which  I  find  haunting 
me  when  I  get  up  in  the  morning  ;  all  day  long  it 
occupies  my  mind  ;  at  night  it  clings  to  me  and 
follows  me  through  my  sleep.  And  I  grow  more 
and  more  suspicious  ;  it  seems  as  if  everybody  I 
meet  has  designs  upon  my  secret.  Every  French- 
man I  don't  know  is  a  detective  or  a  process  server 
with  a  copy  of  the  Versailles  judgment  in  his 
pockets.  And  thus  I  shall  soon  become  a  mono- 
maniac if  I  do  not  discover  some  remedy.  I  think 
I  shall  try  the  shower-bath  system.' 

Then  I  recalled  experiences  dating  from  long 
prior  to  M.  Zola's  arrival  in  England.  First 
mysterious  offers  of  important  documents  bearing 
on  the  Dreyfus  case —documents  forged  a  la 

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Lemercier-Picard,  hawked  about  by  adventurers 
who  tried  to  dispose  of  them,  now  in  Paris,  now  in 
Brussels,  and  now  in  London.  Needless  to  say 
that  I,  like  others,  had  rejected  them  with  con- 
tempt. Then  had  come  an  incident  that  Everson 
already  knew  of:  a  stranger  with  divers  aliases 
beseeching  me  for  private  interviews  in  M.  Zola's 
interest,  a  request  which  I  ultimately  granted,  and 
which  led  to  a  rather  curious  experience.  I  had 
declined  to  see  my  correspondent  alone,  and  had 
given  him  the  address  of  Wareham,  who  had  been 
present  at  the  interview.  And  at  first  the  stranger, 
a  tall  and  energetic  looking  man,  with  sunburnt  face 
and  heavy  moustaches,  had  refused  to  disclose  his 
business  in  Wareham's  presence.  If  at  last  he  did 
so,  it  was  solely  because  I  told  him  that  before 
coming  to  any  decision  in  the  matters  which  he 
might  have  to  submit  to  me  I  should  certainly  lay 
them  before  my  solicitor.  So  the  result  would  be 
the  same,  whether  he  spoke  out  before  Wareham 
or  not  And  Wareham  very  properly  added  that 
a  solicitor  was,  in  a  measure,  a  confessor  bound  to 
observe  professional  secrecy. 

At  last  the  man  told  us  his  business,  and  it 
proved  to  be  a  scheme  for  rescuing  Dreyfus  from 
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Devil's  Island  and  carrying  him  to  an  American 
port.  Neither  Wareham  nor  myself  was  able  to 
take  the  matter  seriously,  but  our  visitor  spoke 
with  great  earnestness,  as  though  he  already  saw 
the  suggested  feat  accomplished.  He  had  a  ship 
at  his  disposal,  and  a  crew  also.  He  gave  parti- 
culars about  both.  If  I  remember  rightly,  the 
ship  lay  at  Bristol.  He  knew  Cayenne  and  Devil's 
Island,  and  Royal  Island,  and  so  forth.  He  was 
convinced  of  the  practicability  of  the  venture,  he 
had  weighed  all  the  pros  and  cons,  and  it  rested 
with  Dreyfus's  friends  and  relatives  to  decide 
whether  or  no  he  (the  prisoner)  should  be  a  free 
man  within  another  six  weeks. 

Wareham  laughed.  He  was  thinking  of 
'  Captain  Kettle,'  and  said  so.  But  the  would-be 
rescuer  protested  that  all  this  was  no  romancing. 
Oh !  he  was  not  a  philanthropist,  he  should  expect 
to  be  well  paid  for  his  services ;  but  the  Dreyfus 
family  was  rich,  and  M.  Zola,  too,  was  a  man  of 
means.  So  surely  they  would  not  begrudge  the 
necessary  funds  to  release  the  unhappy  prisoner 
from  bondage  ! 

But  I  replied  that  though  the  Dreyfus  family 
and  M.  Zola  also  were  anxious  to  see  Dreyfus 
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free,  they  were  yet  more  anxious  to  prove  his 
innocence.  Personally  I  knew  nothing  of  the 
Dreyfus  family,  and  could  give  no  letter  of  intro- 
duction to  any  member  of  it,  such  as  I  was  asked 
for.  And,  as  regards  M.  Zola,  I  was  sufficiently 
acquainted  with  his  character  to  say  that  he  would 
never  join  in  any  such  enterprise.  He  intended  to 
pursue  his  campaign  by  legal  means  alone,  and  it 
was  useless  to  refer  the  matter  to  him. 

Then  the  interview  ended  rather  abruptly.  A 
French  client  of  Wareham's  happened  to  call  at 
that  very  moment,  and  was  heard  speaking  in 
French  in  the  hall.  This  seemed  to  alarm  the 
stranger,  who  ceased  pressing  his  request  that  I 
should  give  him  letters  of  introduction  to  prominent 
Dreyfusites.  He  rose  abruptly,  saying  that  the 
time  would  come  when  we  should  probably  regret 
having  refused  to  entertain  his  proposals,  and 
hurrying  past  the  waiting  French  client  he  ran  off 
down  the  Alexandra  Road  in  much  the  same  way 
as  I  myself  subsequently  ran  off  from  the  French 
'  detectives '  who  were  simply  harmless  disciples  of 
St.  Cecilia. 

To  this  day  I  do  not  know  whether  the  man 
was  a  lunatic,  an  impostor  seeking  money,  or  an 
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agent  provocateur^  that  is,  one  who  imagined  that 
he  might  through  me  inveigle  M.  Zola  into  an 
illegal  act  which  would  lead  to  prosecution  and 
imprisonment  The  last-mentioned  status  that  I 
have  ascribed  to  my  interviewer  is  by  no  means 
an  impossible  one,  considering  the  many  dastardly 
attempts  made  to  discredit  and  ruin  M.  Zola. 
And  yet,  suspicious  and  abrupt  as  was  the  man's 
leave-taking  when  he  heard  French  being  spoken 
outside  Wareham's  private  room  (where  the  inter- 
view took  place),  I  nowadays  think  it  more 
charitable  to  assume  that  he  was  a  trifle  crazy. 
One  thing  is  certain,  he  had  come  to  the  wrong 
person  in  applying  to  me  to  aid  and  abet  him  in 
the  foolhardy  enterprise  he  spoke  of. 

This  is  the  first  time  I  have  told  this  anecdote 
in  any  detail ;  but  at  the  period  when  the  incident 
occurred  I  spoke  of  it  casually  to  a  few  friends,  to 
which  circumstance  I  am  inclined  to  attribute 
the  earlier  paragraphs  which  appeared  in  the 
newspapers  about  American  schemes  for  delivering 
Dreyfus.  The  person  whom  I  saw  was,  I  believe, 
a  German-American. 

Well,  this  incident,  preposterous  as  it  may 
appear  (but  truth,  remember,  is  quite  as  fantastic 
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as  fiction),  had  proved  another  link  in  the  chain  of 
suspicious  occurrences  in  which  I  had  been  mixed 
up  prior  to  M.  Zola's  exile.  Other  curious  little 
incidents  had  followed,  and  thus  for  many  months 
I  had  been  living — even  as  we  lived  long  ago  in 
besieged  Paris — in  distrust  of  all  strangers,  and 
the  climax  had  come  with  my  foolish  fears  respect- 
ing a  couple  of  French  musicians.  The  story  I 
have  told  goes  against  me,  but  the  man  who 
cannot  tell  a  story  against  himself  when  he 
thinks  it  a  good  one  can  have,  I  think,  little  grit 
in  his  composition. 

From  the  time  of  my  adventure  with  the 
French  musicians  I  steeled  myself  against  excessive 
fears  whilst  remaining  duly  vigilant.  On  one  point 
I  was  still  anxious,  which  was  that  M.  Zola  should 
be  able  to  settle  down  in  a  convenient  retreat 
where  he  himself  would  enjoy  all  necessary 
quietude ;  whilst  we,  Wareham  and  I,  knowing 
him  to  be  well  screened  from  his  enemies,  would 
be  less  liable  to  those  '  excursions  and  alarums  ' 
which  had  hitherto  troubled  us.  As  the  next 
chapter  will  show,  this  consummation  was  near  at 
hand. 


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IX 

A  QUIET   HOME  AND   A   HAUNTED   HOUSE 

IT  was  M.  Zola  himself  who,  after  some  stay  at 
Oatlands,  discovered,  in  the  course  of  his  excursions 
with  M.  Desmoulin,  a  retreat  to  his  liking.  It  was 
a  house  in  that  part  of  Surrey  belonging  to  a  city 
merchant,  who  was  willing  to  let  it  furnished  for  a 
limited  period.  The  owner  met  M.  Zola  on  various 
occasions  and  showed  himself  both  courteous  and 
discreet. 

The  details  of  the  '  letting '  were  arranged 
between  him  and  Mr.  Wareham ;  and  my  wife 
hastily  procured  servants  for  the  new  establishment. 
These  servants,  however,  did  not  speak  French,  and 
I  settled  with  M.  Zola  that  my  eldest  daughter, 
Violette,  should  stay  with  him  to  act  in  some 
measure  as  his  housekeeper  and  interpreter.  This 
was  thrusting  a  young  girl,  not  quite  sixteen,  into 
a  position  of  considerable  responsibility,  but  I 
thought  that  Violette  would  be  equal  to  the  task, 
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provided  she  followed  the  instructions  and  advice 
of  her  mother ;  and  as  she  was  then  at  home  for 
the  summer  holidays  she  was  sent  down  to  M. 
Zola's  without  more  ado. 

I  shall  have  occasion  to  speak  of  her  hereafter 
in  some  detail,  in  connection  with  a  very  curious 
incident  which  marked  M.  Zola's  exile.  Here  I 
will  merely  mention  that  a  Parisienne  by  birth 
and  speaking  French  from  her  infancy,  it  was  easy 
for  her  to  understand  and  explain  the  master's 
requirements. 

Like  M.  Zola,  she  was  provided  with  a  bicycle, 
and  the  pair  of  them  occasionally  spent  an  after- 
noon speeding  along  leafy  Surrey  lanes  and  visiting 
quaint  old  villages.  The  mornings,  however,  were 
devoted  to  work,  for  it  was  now  that  M.  Zola 
started  on  his  novel,  '  Fe"conditeY  the  first  of  a 
series  of  four  volumes,  which  will  be,  he  considers, 
his  literary  testament. 

These  books,  indeed,  are  to  embody  what  he 
regards  as  the  four  cardinal  principles  of  human 
life.  First  Fruitfulness,  as  opposed  to  neo-Malthu- 
sianism,  which  he  holds  to  be  the  most  pernicious 
of  all  doctrines  ;  next  Work,  as  opposed  to  the 
idleness  of  the  drones,  whom  he  would  sweep  away 
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from  the  human  community ;  then  Truth,  as 
opposed  to  falsehood,  hypocrisy,  and  convention  ; 
and,  finally,  Justice  to  one  and  all,  in  lieu  of  charity 
to  some,  oppression  to  others,  and  favours  for  the 
privileged  few. 

All  four  books— '  Fruitfulness,' '  Work,'  '  Truth,' 
and  '  Justice ' — are  to  be  stories  ;  for  years  ago 
M.  Zola  arrived  at  the  conclusion  that  mere  essays 
on  sociology,  though  they  may  work  good  in  time 
among  people  of  culture,  fail  to  reach  and  impress 
the  masses  in  the  same  way  as  a  story  may  do.  It 
is,  I  take  it,  largely  on  this  account  that  Emile  Zola 
has  become  a  novelist.  He  has  certainly  written 
essays,  but  he  knows  how  inconsiderable  have  been 
their  sales  in  comparison  with  those  of  his  works 
embodying  precisely  the  same  principles,  but 
placed  before  the  world  in  the  form  of  novels. 
To  criticise  him  as  a  mere  story-teller  is  arrant 
absurdity. 

He  himself  put  the  whole  case  in  a  nutshell 
when  he  remarked,  '  My  novels  have  always  been 
written  with  a  higher  aim  than  merely  to  amuse. 
I  have  so  high  an  opinion  of  the  novel  as  a  means 
of  expression  that  I  have  chosen  it  as  the  form  in 
which  to  present  to  the  world  what  I  wish  to  say 
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on  the  social,  scientific,  and  psychological  problems 
that  occupy  the  minds  of  thinking  men.  I  might 
have  said  what  I  wanted  to  say  to  the  world  in 
another  form.  But  the  novel  has  to-day  risen 
from  the  place  which  it  held  in  the  last  century  at 
the  banquet  of  letters.  It  was  then  the  idle 
pastime  of  the  hour,  and  sat  low  down  between  the 
fable  and  the  idyll.  To-day  it  contains,  or  may  be 
made  to  contain,  everything  ;  and  it  is  because 
that  is  my  creed  that  I  am  a  novelist.  I  have,  to 
my  thinking,  certain  contributions  to  make  to  the 
thought  of  the  world  on  certain  subjects,  and  I 
have  chosen  the  novel  as  the  best  means  of  com- 
municating these  contributions  to  the  world.' 

If  critics  in  reviewing  one  or  another  of  M. 
Zola's  books  would  only  bear  these  declarations  of 
the  author  in  mind,  the  reading  public  would  often 
be  spared  many  irrelevant  and  foolish  remarks. 

M.  Zola's  device  is  Nulla  dies  sine  linea,  and 
even  before  the  materials  for  '  Fecondite" '  were 
brought  to  him  from  France  he  had  given  an  hour 
or  two  each  day  to  the  penning  of  notes  and  im- 
pressions for  subsequent  use.  With  the  arrival  of 
his  books  and  memoranda,  work  began  in  a  more 
systematic  way.  At  half-past  eight  every  morning 
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he  partook  of  a  cup  of  coffee  and  a  roll  and  butter, 
no  more,  and  shortly  after  nine  he  was  at  his  table 
in  a  small  room  overlooking  the  garden  of  the 
house  he  had  rented.  And  there  he  remained 
regularly,  hard  at  work,  until  the  luncheon  hour, 
covering  sheet  after  sheet  of  quarto  paper  with 
serried  lines  of  his  firm,  characteristic  handwriting. 

M.  Zola  has  retained  possession  of  the  MSS.  of 
almost  every  work  written  by  him,  and  I  know 
that  these  MSS.  often  differ  largely  from  the  books 
actually  given  to  the  world.  The  '  copy '  is  not 
only  extremely  clear,  but  remarkably  free  from 
erasures  and  interpolations.  But  when  his  first 
proofs  reach  him  M.  Zola  revises  them  with  the 
greatest  care.  He  will  strike  out  whole  passages 
in  the  most  drastic  manner,  and  alter  others  until 
they  are  almost  unrecognisable. 

He  will  even  at  the  last  moment  change  some 
character's  name,  and  I  know  all  the  inconvenience 
that  arises  on  certain  occasions  from  having  had  to 
prepare  portions  of  my  translations  from  first 
proofs,  through  lack  of  time  to  wait  for  the  cor- 
rected matter. 

This  was  notably  the  case  with  my  version  of 
'  Paris.'  While  that  work  was  passing  through  the 

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Press  M.  Zola  was  already  in  all  the  throes  of  the 
Dreyfus  affair,  and  somehow,  as  he  has  acknow- 
ledged to  me  with  regret,  he  forgot  to  tell  me  that 
at  the  last  moment  he  had  changed  the  names  of 
several  personages  in  the  story.  Thus  Duthil  (as 
originally  written  and  given  in  my  translation) 
became  Dutheil  in  the  French  book  ;  Sagnier  was 
changed  to  Sanier;  the  Princess  de  Horn  was 
renamed  Harn  and  finally  Harth,  and  young  Lord 
George  Eliott  became  Elson. 

Of  course  some  of  the  reviewers  of  my  trans- 
lation attacked  me  virulently  for  my  unwarrantable 
presumption  in  changing  the  very  names  of  M. 
Zola's  characters;  they  were  unaware  that  the 
names  given  by  me  were  those  first  selected  by  the 
author,  who  had  afterwards  altered  them  and 
forgotten  to  tell  me  of  it. 

Coming  back  to  '  FeconditeY  I  should  say  that 
M.  Zola  wrote  an  average  of  three  pages  per  day 
of  that  book  during  his  exile  in  England.  Work 
ceased  at  the  luncheon  hour,  as  I  have  said,  and 
consequently  he  could  dispose  of  his  afternoons. 

But  it  will  be  remembered  that  the  summer  of 
1898  was  exceptionally  hot,   so  hot   indeed   that 
M.  Zola,  though  many  years  of  his  childhood  were 
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spent  under  the  scorching  sun  of  Provence,  found 
a  siesta  absolutely  necessary  after  the  midday 
meal.  It  was  only  later  that  he  ventured  out  on 
foot  or  on  his  bicycle,  often  taking  his  hand  camera 
with  him. 

At  some  distance  from  the  house  where  he  was 
residing,  in  the  midst  of  large  deserted  grounds, 
overrun  with  grass  and  weeds,  there  stood  a  mourn- 
ful-looking, unoccupied  private  residence  of  some 
architectural  pretensions,  on  the  building  of  which 
a  considerable  sum  had  evidently  been  expended. 
The  place  took  M.  Zola's  fancy  the  first  time 
he  passed  it  on  his  bicycle.  The  iron  entrance 
gate  was  broken,  and  he  was  able  to  enter  the 
garden  and  peep  through  the  ground-floor  win- 
dows. 

All  spoke  of  decay  and  abandonment ;  and 
when,  through  my  daughter,  M.  Zola  began  to 
make  inquiries  about  the  place,  he  was  told  a 
fantastic  tragic  story.  A  murder,  it  was  said,  had 
been  committed  there  many  years  previously  ;  a 
poor  little  girl  had  been  killed  by  her  stepmother, 
and  her  remains  had  been  buried  beneath  a  scullery 
floor. 

There  was  also  talk  of  the  child's  father,  who  at 
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night  drove  up  to  the  house  in  a  phantom  carnage 
drawn  by  ghostly  horses,  and  hammered  at  the 
door  of  the  mansion  and  shouted  aloud  for  his 
dead  child ! 

The  story  was  alleged  to  be  well  known,  and  it 
was  said  that  not  a  girl  from  Chertsey  to  Esher, 
from  Walton  to  Byfleet,  would  have  dared  to  pass 
that  house  after  nightfall,  when  harrowing  voices 
rang  out  through  the  trees,  and  the  shadowy  horses 
of  the  ghostly  carriage  trotted  swiftly  and  silently 
over  the  gravel. 

The  story  not  only  impressed  my  daughter 
Violette,  but  it  greatly  interested  M.  Zola,  on  whose 
behalf  I  made  various  inquiries.  For  instance,  I 
closely  questioned  an  old  gardener  who  had  known 
the  district  for  long  years.  All  he  could  tell  me, 
however,  was  that  there  were  certainly  some  strange 
rumours  abroad  among  the  womenfolk,  but  that 
for  his  own  part  he  had  never  heard  of  any  crime 
and  had  never  seen  any  ghost. 

And  at  last  others  told  me  quite  a  different 
story  of  the  house's  abandonment,  and  this  I  here 
venture  to  give,  though  I  certainly  cannot  vouch  for 
its  accuracy.  The  place  had  been  built,  it  seemed, 
some  forty  years  previously  by  a  retired  and 
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wealthy  London  pawnbroker,  a  gaunt,  shrivelled 
old  man,  who,  mounted  on  a  white  mare,  had  in 
his  declining  years  been  a  familiar  figure  on  the 
roads  of  the  district. 

Extremely  eccentric,  he  had  largely  furnished 
and  decorated  the  house  with  unredeemed  articles 
that  had  been  pledged  with  him.  There  was 
nothing  en  suite.  Old  chairs  of  divers  patterns 
were  mingled  with  odd  tables  and  sideboards  and 
sofas  ;  there  were  also  innumerable  daubs  '  ascribed ' 
to  old  masters,  and  a  wonderful  display  of  War- 
dour-street  bric-cl-brac.  But,  indeed,  one  has 
only  to  look  at  an  average  pawnbroker's  shop  to 
picture  what  kind  of  articles  the  house  must 
have  contained. 

It  seems  that  the  old  fellow  in  question  had 
three  daughters,  whom  he  kept  more  or  less 
imprisoned  on  his  recently-acquired  property, 
though  they  were  charming  girls  well  worthy  of 
being  sought  in  marriage  ;  and  the  story  I  heard  was 
that  three  officers  sojourning  in  the  district  had 
one  day  espied  the  three  forlorn  damsels  over  the 
garden  hedge,  and  had  forthwith  begun  to  court 
them,  much  to  the  ire  of  the  misanthropic,  retired 
pawnbroker.  That  stern  old  gentleman  ordered 

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his  daughters  into  the  house,  and  there  kept  them 
in  stricter  confinement  than  ever. 

But  love  laughs  at  locksmiths,  and  the  amorous 
officers  eventually  carried  the  place  by  storm,  and 
beat  down  all  parental  resistance.  Three  weddings 
followed  on  the  same  day,  and  all  ended  for  a  time 
as  in  a  fairy  tale.  But  the  old  pawnbroker  subse- 
quently married  again  to  relieve  his  solitude,  and 
after  his  death  his  will  was  attacked,  and  an 
interminable  lawsuit  ensued,  with  the  result  that 
the  property  was  left  unoccupied.  Now,  it 
appeared,  it  was  for  sale,  and  before  long  would 
probably  be  cut  up  into  building  plots. 

Whatever  romantic  element  there  might  be  in 
the  story  of  the  pawnbroker  and  his  daughters, 
M.  Zola  much  preferred  the  popular  and  gruesome 
legend  of  the  little  girl  murdered  in  the  scullery ; 
and,  some  time  later,  when  he  consented  to  write 
a  short  story  for  'The  Star,'  it  was  this  legend 
which  he  took  as  his  basis,  building  thereon 
the  pathetic  sketch  of  '  Angeline,'  the  scene  of 
which  he  transferred  to  France. 

He  has  stated  in  his  article  '  Justice,'  published 
in  Paris  on  his  return  from  exile,  that  during  most 
of  the  time  he  spent  in  England  he  was  virtually 
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in  a  desert.  There  were  people  about  him  of 
course  ;  but  he  retired  into  himself  as  it  were, 
communing  with  his  own  thoughts,  and  seeking 
no  intercourse  with  strangers.  This  is  true  of  the 
period  to  which  I  am  now  referring.  Still  he  did 
not  complain  of  solitude.  In  fact  he  knew  that 
quiet  was  essential  for  his  work.  Only  once  or 
twice  did  anything  happen  of  a  nature  to  cause 
any  anxiety.  Neither  Wareham  nor  myself  was 
much  troubled  at  this  period  ;  there  was  a  lull 
even  in  the  periodical  visits  with  which  gentlemen 
of  the  Press  kindly  favoured  me. 

Still  we  had  taken  our  precautions  by  ad- 
mitting a  mutual  friend,  Mr.  A.  W.  Pamplin,  into 
our  confidence.  If  M.  Zola's  communications  with 
Paris,  through  Wareham  and  myself,  should  be 
threatened,  Mr.  Pamplin  was  to  take  upon  himself 
the  duty  of  re-establishing  them. 

At  M.  Zola's  house  there  was,  so  far  as  I  am 
aware,  but  one  brief  alerte.  This  occurred  one 
afternoon,  when  a  servant  came  to  my  daughter 
with  the  tidings  that  there  was  a  French  hunch- 
back at  the  door.  Violette  impulsively  rushed 
off  to  tell  M.  Zola  of  it ;  but  when  in  her  turn  she 
went  to  the  door  to  see  who  the  person  might  be, 
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she  found  that  he  was  an  Englishman,  a  traveller 
for  some  county  directory,  who  had  merely 
performed  his  legitimate  work  in  requesting  to 
know  the  name  of  the  occupier  of  the  house.  Of 
course  the  only  name  given  was  that  of  the 
owner,  then  absent  at  the  seaside. 

Thus  the  hot  days  sped  by  peacefully  enough. 
M.  Zola  had  at  least  found  occupation  and  quietude, 
though  it  was  naturally  impossible  that  he  should 
feel  content  with  his  lot.  Each  day  brought  more 
and  more  home  to  him  the  consciousness  that  he 
was  in  exile,  and  that  contumely  had  been  his 
reward  for  seeking  to  save  France  from  the  shame 
of  a  great  crime. 

I  have  previously  mentioned  that  during  the 
first  week  or  so  of  his  sojourn  in  England  he  had 
refused  to  look  at  newspapers  and — at  least  so  it 
seemed  to  me — had  sought  to  banish  the  Dreyfus 
affair  and  his  own  troubles  from  his  mind,  much  as 
one  might  seek  to  drive  away  a  hateful  nightmare. 
But  before  long  he  again  fell  under  the  spell  and 
followed  the  course  of  events  with  the  keenest  in- 
terest. And  again  and  again,  reading  of  the  great 
battle  being  waged  in  France,  he  longed  to  return 
home,  and  grew  restless  and  impatient. 
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Moreover  a  complaint  from  which  he  has 
suffered  on  and  off  for  some  years  troubled  him 
on  more  than  one  occasion.  He  always  rallied, 
however,  and  returned  to  his  work  with  renewed 
energy.  '  Fe"condite"  '  was  already  taking  shape 
in  the  leafy  solitude  in  which  he  dwelt.  And 
undoubtedly  the  steady  task  of  creation,  resumed 
morning  by  morning,  greatly  helped  him  to 
quiet  the  anguish  of  heart  which  the  course  of 
events  in  France  would  otherwise  have  rendered 
intolerable. 

NOTE.— While  this  work  was  appearing  serially  in  the  '  Evening 
News '  I  received  numerous  letters  from  readers  interested  in 
various  matters  mentioned  by  me.  With  respect  to  the  foregoing 
chapter,  a  lady  living  at  Staines  wrote  saying  that  she  was  looking 
out  for  '  a  cheap  haunted  house,'  and  asking  for  the  address  of  the 
one  I  had  mentioned.  I  was  unable  to  comply  with  her  request,  as 
personally  I  do  not  believe  the  house  was  haunted  at  all.  Moreover, 
to  prevent  the  sale  or  letting  of  any  particular  house  by  asserting  it 
to  be  haunted  would  be  an  offence  under  the  libel  laws.  As  I  could 
not  tell  what  course  my  lady-correspondent  might  take  in  the 
matter,  I  preferred  not  to  answer  her.  May  she  forgive  me  my 
impoliteness  ! 


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'  LE   REVE':   THE   DREAM 

WHEN  the  owner  of  the  house  which  M.  Zola 
had  rented  desired  to  resume  possession,  it  became 
necessary  to  find  new  quarters  of  a  similar  cha- 
racter for  the  master.  And  so  he  was  transferred 
to  another  Surrey  country  house  where  the  arrange- 
ments remained  much  the  same  as  previously  : 
work  every  morning,  and  resting  or  bicycling  in 
the  afternoon,  followed  by  newspaper  reading  and 
letter-writing  in  the  evening. 

The  grounds  of  M.  Zola's  new  retreat  were 
very  extensive,  and  in  part  very  shady,  which  last 
circumstance  proved  extremely  welcome  to  the 
novelist,  who  on  corning  to  '  cold,  damp,  foggy 
England,'  as  the  French  put  it,  had  never  imagined 
that  he  would  have  to  endure  a  temperature 
approaching  that  of  the  tropics. 

The  heat  deprived  him  of  appetite,  and,  morc- 
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over,  he  did  not  particularly  relish  some  of  the 
dishes  provided  for  him  by  a  new  cook  who  had 
lately  been  engaged.  We  all  know  how  great  is 
the  servant  difficulty  even  under  the  best  of  circum- 
stances ;  and  when  cooks  and  maids  have  to  be 
secured  in  hot  haste  an  entirely  satisfactory  result 
is  hardly  to  be  expected.  Moreover,  many  servants 
refuse  to  live  in  country  retirement,  far  away  from 
their  '  followers/  and  thus  one  has  at  times  to  take 
such  as  one  can  find. 

As  for  the  cookery  to  which  M.  Zola  was  at 
certain  periods  treated,  he  beheld  it  with  wonder 
and  repulsion.  His  tastes  are  simple,  but  to  him 
the  plain,  boiled,  watery  potato  and  the  equally 
watery  greens  were  abominations.  Plum  tart, 
though  served  hot  (why  not  cold,  like  the  French 
tarte  ?  )  might  be  more  or  less  eatable  ;  but,  surely, 
apple  pudding — the  inveterate  breeder  of  indiges- 
tion—was the  invention  of  a  savage  race.  And 
why,  when  a  prime  steak  was  grilled,  should  the 
cook  water  it  in  order  to  produce  '  gravy,'  instead 
of  applying  to  it  a  little  butter  and  chopped 
parsley  ?  This,  Dundreary-wise,  was  one  of  those 
things  which  nobody,  not  even  M.  Zola,  could 
understand. 

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However,  a  visit  to  a  fishmonger's  shop  had 
made  him  acquainted  with  the  haddock,  the  kipper, 
and  likewise  the  humble  bloater  ;  and  occasionally, 
I  believe,  when  his  appetite  needed  a  stimulant  he 
turned  to  the  smoked  fish,  which  seemed  so  novel 
to  his  palate.  The  cook,  of  course,  was  mightily 
incensed  thereat.  For  her  part,  she  most  certainly 
would  not  eat  haddock  or  kippers  for  dinner  ;  she 
had  too  much  self-respect  to  do  such  a  thing,  so 
she  boiled  or  roasted  a  leg  of  mutton  for  her  own 
repast  and  the  maids'.  I  do  not  say  that  she  was 
wrong  ;  and,  indeed,  M.  Zola  never  forced  people 
to  eat  what  they  did  not  care  for. 

But  in  the  same  way  he  wished  for  something 
that  he  himself  could  eat,  and  he  was  weary  of  the 
perpetual  joint  and  the  vegetables  a  I'eau.  One 
day,  when  in  a  jocular  spirit  he  was  talking  to  me 
on  this  subject,  I  told  him  that  we  English  had 
a  saying  to  the  effect  that  '  God  sent  us  food,  but 
the  devil  invented  cooks." 

'You  are  quite  right,'  he  replied,  'only  as  a 
Frenchman  I  should  put  it  this  way  :  "  God  sent  us 
food,  but  the  devil  invented  English  cooks."  ' 

Towards  the  end  of  August  he  again  became 
very  dispirited.  The  'cause  '  did  not  at  that  time 


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appear  to  be  prospering  in  France,  where  so  many 
people  remained  under  the  spell  of  the  deceptive 
declarations  and  documents  which  had  been  made 
public  in  the  Chamber  of  Deputies  by  War 
Minister  Cavaignac  early  in  July. 

Of  course  the  Revisionists  were  still  hard  at 
work,  but  in  the  face  of  M.  Cavaignac's  speech, 
placarded  throughout  the  36,000  townships  of 
France,  they  seemed  to  have  a  very  uphill  task 
before  them.  The  anti-Dreyfusites  on  their  side 
were  more  arrogant  than  ever,  and  although  M. 
Zola  never  once  lost  faith  in  the  justice  of  his 
cause  and  its  ultimate  triumph,  he  did,  on  more 
than  one  occasion,  question  whether  that  triumph 
would  come  in  a  peaceful  way. 

Felix  Faure  was  then  still  President  of  the 
Republic,  and  I  am  abusing,  I  think,  no  confidence 
in  saying  that  M.  Zola  regarded  that  vain,  showy 
man  as  one  of  the  great  obstacles  to  the  victory  of 
truth  and  justice.  Faure,  he  said  to  me,  had 
undoubtedly  at  one  time  enjoyed  well-deserved 
popularity  ;  he,  Zola,  had  been  received  by  him 
and  in  the  most  cordial  manner.  But  the  Presi- 
dent's intercourse  with  crowned  heads,  and  his 
intimacy  with  arrogant  general  officers,  coupled 
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with  all  the  flummery  of  the  Protocole,  all  the 
pomp  and  display  observed  whenever  he  stirred 
from  the  Palace  of  the  Elysee,  had  virtually  turned 
his  head.  He  was  in  the  hands  of  those  military 
men  who  opposed  revision,  and  he  shielded  them 
because  their  downfall  would  mean  his  own.  He 
was  bent  on  the  hushing-up  course  lest  his  Presi- 
dency should  become  synonymous  with  a  great 
judicial  crime  ;  he  feared  that  he  might  be  forced 
to  resign  even  before  his  term  of  office  was  over, 
or,  at  all  events,  that  he  might  have  to  abandon 
all  hope  of  re-election. 

And  thus  with  the  President  and  the  more 
prominent  generals  opposed  to  revision,  M.  Zola, 
though  confident  in  the  final  issue,  more  than  once 
said  to  me  that  there  might  be  serious  trouble 
before  all  was  over. 

He  was  now  kept  very  well  informed  of  all  that 
took  place  in  France ;  intelligence  often  reached 
him  before  it  appeared  in  the  newspapers  ;  and 
now  and  again  he  told  me  what  was  brewing. 
Going  backward,  too,  he  confided  to  me  some 
curious  particulars  of  the  genesis  of  the  Revisionist 
campaign.  But  he  will  himself  some  day  tell  all 
this  in  a  book  of  his  own,  and  I  must  not  anticipate 
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him.  I  will  only  say  that  various  important  things 
he  mentioned  to  me  in  the  autumn  of  1898  have 
since  become  well-known,  acknowledged  facts, 
and  I  have  every  reason  to  believe  that  time  will 
duly  show  the  accuracy  of  those  which  have  not 
as  yet  been  publicly  revealed. 

There  is  one  point  to  which  I  must  refer  at 
more  length.  In  his  declaration  '  Justice,' 
published  on  the  expiration  of  his  exile,  M.  Zola 
stated  that  he  had  long  suspected  Colonel  Henry, 
though  he  had  possessed  no  actual  proof  of  that 
officer's  guilt.  This  is  so  true,  that  I  well  recollect 
listening  to  a  conversation  between  him  and 
M.  Desmoulin  during  the  first  days  of  their 
sojourn  in  England,  when  they  compared  notes 
with  respect  to  their  impressions  of  Henry,  whom 
they  had  particularly  noticed  at  Versailles  on  the 
occasion  of  M.  Zola's  sentence  by  default. 

They  had  then  observed  how  nervous  and 
crestfallen  the  colonel  looked — the  very  picture, 
indeed,  of  a  man  who  dreads  the  discovery  of  his 
guilt.  This  was  the  more  remarkable,  as  Henry's 
confident  arrogance  at  the  earlier  trial  in  Paris  had 
been  so  conspicuous.  The  man  had  a  skeleton  in 

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his  cupboard — to  Zola  and  Desmoulin  that  was 
certain. 

M.  Zola  is  a  good  physiognomist,  and  his 
friend  (as  a  portraitist)  is  scarcely  less  gifted  in 
that  respect,  and  they  felt  equally  certain  of 
Henry's  culpability.  As  yet  they  could  not  say 
that  it  was  he  who  had  actually  forged  that  famous 
'  absolute  proof  of  Dreyfus's  guilt,  which  they 
knew  to  have  been  forged  by  some  one,  but  that 
time  would  prove  him  guilty  of  some  abominable 
machination  was  to  them  a  foregone  conclusion. 

One  day,  it  must  have  been  I  suppose  the  3 1st 
of  August,  a  rather  strange  telegram  in  French 
reached  me  for  transmission  to  M.  Zola.  It  came 
from  Paris,  and  was,  so  far  as  I  remember,  to  this 
effect :  '  Be  prepared  for  a  great  success.' 

A  name  I  was  acquainted  with  followed  ;  but 
what  the  telegram  might  mean  I  knew  not. 
There  was  absolutely  nothing  in  the  newspapers 
with  reference  to  any  great  success  achieved  at 
that  moment  by  the  Revisionist  party  ;  but  possibly 
the  message  might  refer  to  one  or  another  of 
M.  Zola's  lawsuits,  such  as  that  with  the  '  Petit 
Journal  '  or  that  with  the  handwriting  experts.  I 
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re-telegraphed  it  to  M.  Zola,  and  that  day,  at  all 
events,  I  thought  no  more  of  the  matter. 

But  I  afterwards  learnt  that  the  telegram  had 
perplexed  him  quite  as  much  as  it  perplexed  me. 
A  great  success  ?  What  could  it  be  ?  He  racked 
his  mind  in  vain.  He  reviewed  all  the  phases 
and  aspects  of  the  Dreyfus  case,  wondering 
whether  this  or  that  had  happened,  but  not 
suspecting  the  public  revelations  which  were 
then  impending,  the  tragedy  which  was  being 
enacted. 

For  a  while  he  walked  up  and  down,  feverish 
and  anxious  (he  was  at  the  time  in  poor 
health),  and  then  he  would  fling  himself  on  a 
sofa,  still  and  ever  indulging  in  his  surmises. 
With  that  kind  of  prescience  which  he  had  so 
frequently  displayed  in  the  Dreyfus  affair,  he  felt 
certain  that  something  very  important  had  occurred, 
for  otherwise  such  a  mysterious  telegram  would 
never  have  been  sent  him.  This  lasted  the  whole 
evening. 

My   daughter   Violette    was  with    him  at  the 

time,  and  his  feverishness  doubtless  gained  on  her. 

At  last  she  retired  to  rest,  while  M.  Zola,  according 

to  his  wont,  carried  a  lamp  into  his  own  room  to 

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sit  there  awhile  and  read  some  French  newspapers 
which  had  reached  him,  vid  Wareham,  by  the 
evening  delivery.  There  was  nothing  in  them  of 
a  nature  to  explain  the  mysterious  telegram  ;  still 
he  read  on  and  on  in  the  hope,  as  it  were,  of 
quieting  himself. 

It  was,  I  believe,  between  eleven  o'clock  and 
midnight  when  he  rose  to  go  to  bed,  and  as  he 
did  so  he  heard  some  loud  exclamations,  followed 
by  a  cry.  At  first  he  fancied  that  the  calls  came 
from  one  of  the  servants'  rooms,  and  he  paused  on 
the  landing.  Then,  however,  as  they  were  repeated, 
he  found  that  they  came  from  my  daughter's 
apartment.  With  fatherly  solicitude  he  waited 
and  listened.  Violette  was  calling  in  her  sleep. 

Practical  enough  in  matters  of  everyday  life, 
this  girl  of  mine  has  literary  partialities  of  a 
somewhat  gruesome  kind,  and  her  avowed  ambi- 
tion (I  quote  her  own  words)  is  to  write,  some  day, 
stories  full  of  witches  and  wizards,  that  shall  make 
people's  flesh  creep.  For  this  reason  I  keep  such 
of  Anne  RadclifTe's  uncanny  novels  as  I  possess 
carefully  locked  up. 

I  can  well  remember  my  daughter  telling  me  at 
times  of  strange  things  dreamt  by  her  in  her  sleep  ; 
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but  not  being  of  a  romantic  or  a  mystical  turn 
myself,  I  have  usually  pooh-poohed  all  this  as 
nonsense.  And  such  I  believe  is  the  course  which 
fathers  usually  adopt  if  their  daughters'  imagina- 
tions begin  to  run  riot. 

As  for  M.  Zola,  when  he  heard  Violette  calling 
in  her  sleep,  his  first  impulse  was  to  rouse  her, 
but  all  suddenly  became  still  again.  The  girl  had 
probably  sunk  into  more  peaceful  slumber.  And 
so,  after  waiting  a  few  minutes  longer,  he  thought 
it  best  to  leave  her  as  she  was. 

Nothing  further  disturbed  M.  Zola  that  night ; 
but  on  the  following  morning,  when  he  met  Violette 
downstairs,  he  asked  her  how  she  felt,  and  told  her 
that  he  had  heard  her  calling  in  her  sleep.  He 
had  probably  formed  the  same  opinion  as  I  should 
have  formed  under  the  circumstances,  namely, 
that  it  was  a  case  of  indigestion  or  a  little  excite- 
ment. 

But  she  turned  to  him  and  replied,  '  Oh  !  I 
had  such  a  frightful  dream.  ...  I  was  in  a  big 
black  place,  and  there  was  a  man  on  the  ground 
covered  with  blood,  and  people  were  crowding 
round  him,  talking  with  great  excitement.  And  I 
saw  you,  Monsieur  Zola,  and  you  came  up  looking 
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like  a  giant  and  waved  your  arms  again  and  again, 
and  seemed  well  pleased.' 

M.  Zola  was  dumbfounded.  He  could  make 
nothing  of  it.  A  man  in  a  pool  of  blood  and 
others  round  him  ;  and  he,  Zola,  waving  his  arms 
and  looking  well  pleased  !  It  was  nonsense  ;  and 
he  was  disposed  to  laugh  at  the  girl  and  chide  her. 
But  a  little  later,  with  the  arrival  of  some  morning 
newspapers,  the  position  suddenly  changed. 

Here  I  should  mention  that  as  the  Paris 
journals  only  reached  M.  Zola  with  a  delay  of 
twelve  or  four-and-twenty  hours,  it  had  just  been 
arranged  that  he  should  be  supplied  with  two  or 
three  London  papers  every  morning,  and  that  he 
and  Violette  between  them  should  put  the  tele- 
grams concerning  the  Dreyfus  business  into 
French. 

He  opened  one  of  these  English  newspapers — 
which  it  was  I  do  not  recollect — and  there  he  saw 
a  whole  column  dealing  with  the  arrest  and  con- 
fession of  Colonel  Henry.  The  heading  to  the 
telegrams,  the  very  words  '  arrest '  and  '  confession,' 
made  everything  intelligible  to  M.  Zola ;  and 
beneath  all  this  came  a  brief  wire  headed,  I  think, 
1  Paris,  midnight,'  and  worded  much  to  this  effect : 

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'  Colonel  Henry  has  been  found  dead  in  his  cell 
at  Mont  Val6rien.' 

So  that  was  the  man  whom  Violette,  in  her 
dream,  had  seen  weltering  in  a  pool  of  blood, 
surrounded  by  his  custodians,  who  had  rushed  in 
full  of  excitement !  M.  Zola's  presence  in  that 
vision  was,  so  to  say,  symbolical.  '  He  had  waved 
his  arms  and  had  seemed  well  pleased '  — so  the 
girl  had  put  it  in  her  frank,  artless  way.  '  Well 
pleased '  may  perhaps  appear  to  be  scarcely  the 
correct  expression.  At  all  events,  it  needs  to  be 
interpreted.  Most  certainly  Zola  never  desired 
the  death  of  a  sinner  ;  but,  on  the  other  hand, 
he  could  only  feel  some  satisfaction  at  knowing 
that  Henry's  crime  was  at  last  divulged  to  the 
world. 

This,  then,  is  how  my  daughter  dreamt  Henry's 
death.  I  do  not  wish  to  insist  unduly  on  the 
incident,  and  I  have  no  intention  of  appealing  to 
the  Psychical  Research  Society  to  test,  corro- 
borate, or  disprove  the  case. 

There  was    one  rather  curious  feature  that    I 

have  not  yet  mentioned.    My  daughter  has  assured 

me  that  during  that  same  night  she  dreamt  the 

same    thing   over   and  over  again.     She  tried    to 

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banish  the  vision,  but  ever  and  ever  it  returned, 
as  if  to  impress  itself  indelibly  upon  her  mind. 
And  ever  did  she  see  M.  Zola  waving  his  arms  as 
he  hovered  round  the  scene. 

At  that  time  the  girl  knew  nothing  of  Colonel 
Henry ;  she  understood  very  little  about  the 
Dreyfus  case  ;  and  all  she  had  to  go  upon  was  the 
enigmatical  telegram  and  M.  Zola's  talk  during 
the  evening,  when  he  was  expressing  his  thoughts 
aloud.  But  at  that  moment  he  had  foreseen  no 
death,  murder,  or  suicide,  and  if  the  possibility  of 
any  arrest  had  occurred  to  him  it  was  that  of  M. 
du  Paty  de  Clam,  which  the  Revisionist  papers 
were  then  demanding. 

It  is  true  that  in  infancy  my  daughter  had 
often  seen  Mont  Valerien,  as  I  lived  for  some 
years  at  Boulogne-sur-Scine,  and  the  hill  and 
fortress  towering  across  the  river  were  then  familiar 
objects  to  us  all.  But  the  girl  was  little  more  than 
a  baby  at  the  time,  and  so  this  circumstance  can 
have  exercised  no  influence  upon  her.  Moreover, 
she  has  told  me  that  she  had  no  notion  as  to  what 
might  be  the  actual  scene  of  her  dream  ;  it  merely 
appeared  to  her  that  she  was  in  France,  because 
the  people  she  saw  raised  ejaculations  in  French. 
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Passing  from  this  incident,  I  may  point  out 
that  the  telegram  sent  to  M.  Zola  through  me  was 
explained  by  the  news  in  the  English  newspapers. 
It  was  evident  that  the  '  great  success  '  referred  to 
in  the  message  was  the  discovery  of  Henry's 
forgery  and  possibly  his  arrest. 

Directly  I  saw  the  news  in  a  London  news- 
paper I  hurried  off  to  M.  Zola's,  and  when  I 
reached  his  abode  about  noon  I  found  him  expect- 
ing me.  We  then  went  over  matters  together,  the 
press  telegrams,  my  daughter's  dream,  and  the 
probable  outcome  of  the  whole  affair. 

As  was  natural,  M.  Zola  was  quite  excited. 
First,  the  document  which  Henry  had  confessed 
to  having  forged  was  the  very  one  that  General  de 
Pellieux  had  imported  into  the  Zola  trial  in  Paris 
as  convincing  proof  of  Drcyfus's  guilt.  At  that 
time  already  its  effect  had  been  very  great ;  it 
had  destroyed  all  chance  of  M.  Zola's  acquittal. 
Then,  too,  it  had  been  solemnly  brought  forward 
in  the  Chamber  of  Deputies  by  War  Minister 
Cavaignac,  who  had  vouched  for  its  authenticity. 
And  now,  as  previously  alleged  by  Colonel 
Picquart,  it  was  shown  to  be  a  forgery  of  the 
clumsiest  kind. 

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Here  at  least  was  '  a  new  fact '  warranting  the 
revision  of  the  whole  Dreyfus  case.  Surely  the 
blindest  bigot  could  not  resist  such  evidence  of  the 
machinations  of  those  who  had  sent  Dreyfus  to 
Devil's  Island  ;  truth  and  justice  would  speedily 
triumph,  and  in  a  week  or  two  he,  Zola,  would  be 
able  to  return  to  France  again. 

But  he  did  not  take  sufficient  account  of  human 
obstinacy  and  vileness.  His  friends,  to  whom  he 
appealed  on  the  subject  of  his  return,  urged  him 
to  remain  where  he  was,  for  the  battle,  they  said, 
was  by  no  means  over,  and  his  name  was  still  like 
the  red  scarf  of  the  matador  that  goads  the  bull 
to  fury.  The  advice  proved  good,  for  again  were 
passions  stirred.  Henry,  the  ignoble  forger,  was 
raised  to  the  position  of  a  martyr,  and  Cavaignac 
and  Zurlinden  and  Chanoine  in  turn  strove  to 
impede  the  course  of  justice.  '  Hope  deferred 
maketh  the  heart  sick,'  and  thus  M.  Zola,  finding 
so  many  difficulties  in  the  way  of  his  return, 
abandoned  for  a  time  all  work  and  fell  into 
brooding  melancholy. 


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CHAPTER   XI 

THROUGH   THE   AUTUMN 

IMPORTANT    events   were    now   taking   place   in 
Paris.      Cavaignac  resigned  the  position  of  War 
Minister  and  was  succeeded   by  Zurlinden  ;    Du 
Paty  de    Clam    was    turned    out    of    the    army ; 
Esterhazy,  who  had  likewise  been  '  retired,'   fled 
from    France ;    Mme.    Dreyfus  addressed    to   the 
Minister  of  Justice  a  formal  application    for  the 
revision  of  her  unfortunate  husband's  case ;   and 
that  application  was  in  the  first  instance  referred 
to    a     Commission    of  judges    and    functionaries. 
Then  General   Zurlinden   resigned  his  Ministerial 
office,   and    again    becoming   Governor   of    Paris, 
apprehended   the  gallant  Picquart  on  a  ridiculous 
charge  of  forgery,  and  cast  him  into  close  confine- 
ment in  a  military  prison.     There  was  talk,  too, 
of  a  military  plot  in  Paris,  and  again  and  again 
were  attempts  made  to  prevent  the  granting  of 
Revision. 

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Throughout  those  days  of  alternate  hope  and 
fear  M.  Zola  suffered  keenly.  It  was,  too,  about 
this  time  that  he  heard  of  the  death  of  his  favourite 
dog  — an  incident  to  which  I  have  previously 
referred  as  coming  like  a  blow  of  fate  in  the  midst 
of  all  his  anxiety. 

When  he  rallied  he  spoke  to  me  of  his  desire 
to  familiarise  himself  in  some  degree  with  the 
English  language,  with  the  object  principally  of 
arriving  at  a  more  accurate  understanding  of  the 
telegrams  from  Paris  which  he  found  in  the  London 
newspapers.  A  dictionary,  a  conversation  manual, 
and  an  English  grammar  for  French  students 
were  then  obtained  ;  and  whenever  he  felt  that  he 
needed  a  little  relaxation,  he  took  up  one  or  another 
of  these  books  and  read  them,  as  he  put  it  to  me, 
'  from  a  philosophical  point  of  view.' 

Later  I  procured  him  a  set  of  Messrs.  Nelson's 
'  Royal  Readers '  for  children,  which  he  greatly 
praised,  declaring  them  to  be  much  superior  to  the 
similar  class  of  work  current  in  France.  After- 
wards he  himself  purchased  a  prettily  illustrated 
edition  of  the  classic  '  Vicar  of  Wake-field ' 
(the  work  to  which  all  French  young  ladies  are 
put  when  learning  our  language),  but  he  found 
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portions  difficult  to  understand,  and  a  French 
friend  then  procured  him  an  edition  in  which  the 
text  is  printed  in  French  and  English  on  alternate 
pages. 

One  day  when  he  had  been  dipping  into 
English  papers  and  books  he  tackled  me  on  rather 
a  curious  point  '  Why  is  it,'  said  he,  '  that  the 
Englishman  when  he  writes  of  himself  should 
invariably  use  a  capital  letter  ?  That  tall  "  I  " 
which  recurs  so  often  in  a  personal  narrative 
strikes  me  as  being  very  arrogant.  A  Frenchman, 
referring  to  himself,  writes  je  with  a  small/;  a 
German,  though  he  may  gratify  all  his  substantives 
with  capital  letters,  employs  a  small  i  in  writing 
ich  ;  a  Spaniard,  when  he  uses  the  personal  pronoun 
at  all,  bestows  a  small  y  on  his  yo,  while  he  honours 
the  person  he  addresses  with  a  capital  V.  I  believe, 
indeed — though  I  am  not  sufficiently  acquainted 
with  foreign  languages  to  speak  with  certainty  on 
the  point — that  the  Englishman  is  the  only  person 
in  the  world  who  applies  a  capital  letter  to  himself. 
That  "  I "  strikes  me  as  the  triumph  of  egotism.  It 
is  tall,  commanding,  and  so  brief!  "  I  "—  and  that 
suffices.  How  did  it  originate  ?  ' 

It  was  difficult  for  me  to  answer  M.  Zola  on  the 
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point ;  I  am  a  very  poor  scholar  in  such  a  matter, 
and  I  could  find  nothing  on  the  subject  in  any 
work  of  reference  I  had  by  me.  I  surmised,  how- 
ever, that  the  capital  I,  as  a  personal  pronoun,  was 
a  survival  of  the  time  when  English,  whether 
written  or  printed,  was  studded  with  capitals,  even 
as  German  is  to-day.  If  I  am  wrong,  perhaps 
some  one  who  knows  better  will  correct  me.  One 
thing  I  have  often  noticed  is  that  a  child's  first 
impulse  is  to  write  '  i,'  and  that  it  is  only  after 
admonition  that  the  aggressive  and  egotistical  '  I  ' 
supplants  the  humbler  form  of  the  letter.  This 
did  not  surprise  M.  Zola,  since  vanity,  like  most 
other  vices,  is  acquired,  not  inherent  in  our  natures. 
But  in  a  chaffing  way  he  suggested  that  one  might 
write  a  very  humorous  essay  on  the  English 
character  by  taking  as  one's  text  that  tall,  stiff, 
and  self-assertive  letter  '  I.' 

How  far  M.  Zola  actually  carried  his  study  of 
English  I  could  hardly  say,  but  during  the  last 
months  of  his  exile  he  more  than  once  astonished 
me  by  his  knowledge  of  an  irregular  verb  or  of 
the  correct  comparative  and  superlative  of  an 
adjective.  And  if  he  seldom  attempted  to  speak 
English,  he  at  least  made  considerable  progress  in 


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reading  it.  By  the  time  he  returned  to  France  he 
could  always  understand  any  Dreyfus  news  in  the 
English  papers.  Of  course  the  language  in  which 
the  news  was  couched  was  of  great  help  to  him,  as 
in  three  instances  out  of  four  it  was  simply  direct 
translation  from  the  French. 

In  this  connection,  while  praising  many  features 
of  the  English  Press,  M.  Zola  more  than  once 
expressed  to  me  his  surprise  that  so  much  of  the 
Paris  news  printed  in  London  should  be  simply 
taken  from  Paris  journals.  Some  correspondents, 
said  he,  never  seemed  to  go  anywhere  or  to  see 
anybody  themselves.  They  purely  and  simply 
extracted  everything  from  newspapers.  This  he 
was  able  to  check  by  means  of  the  many  Paris 
prints  which  he  received  regularly. 

'  Here,'  he  would  say,  '  this  paragraph  is  taken 
verbatim  from  "  Le  Figaro  "  ;  this  other  appeared 
in  "  Le  Temps,"  this  other  in  "  Le  Siecle," '  and  so 
forth.  And  he  was  not  alluding  to  extracts  from 
editorials,  but  to  descriptive  matter — accounts  of 
demonstrations  and  ceremonies,  fashionable  wed- 
dings and  other  social  functions,  interviews,  and 
so  forth.  The  practice  upset  all  his  ideas  of  a 
foreign  correspondent's  duties,  which  should  be 
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to  obtain  first-hand  and  not  second-hand  informa- 
tion. 

In  principle  this  is  of  course  correct,  but  a 
correspondent  cannot  be  everywhere  at  the  same 
time  ;  and  nowadays,  moreover,  English  journalists 
in  Paris  do  not  enjoy  quite  the  same  facilities  as 
formerly.  As  regards  more  particularly  the 
Dreyfus  business,  the  French,  with  a  sensitiveness 
that  can  be  understood,  have  all  along  deprecated 
anything  in  the  way  of  foreign  interference,  and 
the  English  Pressman  of  inquiring  mind  on  the 
subject  has  more  than  once  met  with  a  rebuff  from 
those  in  a  position  to  give  information.  Again, 
the  political  difficulties  between  the  two  countries 
of  recent  years  have  often  placed  the  Paris  corre- 
spondents in  a  very  invidious  position. 

This  brings  me  to  the  Fashoda  trouble,  which 
arose  last  autumn  while  M.  Zola  was  still  in  his 
country  retreat.  The  great  novelist's  enemies  have 
often  alleged  that  he  is  no  true  Frenchman  ;  but 
for  my  part,  after  thirty  years'  intimacy  with  the 
French,  I  would  claim  for  him  that  his  country 
counts  no  better  patriot.  He  is  on  principle 
opposed  to  warfare,  but  there  is  a  higher  patriot- 
ism than  that  which  consists  in  perpetually  beating 
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the  big  drum,  and  that  higher  patriotism  is 
Zola's. 

The  Fashoda  difficulties  troubled  him  sorely, 
and  directly  it  seemed  likely  that  the  situation 
might  become  serious  he  told  me  that  it  would  be 
impossible  for  him  to  remain  in  England.  The 
progress  of  the  negotiations  between  France  and 
Great  Britain  was  watched  with  keen  vigilance, 
and  M.  Zola  was  ready  to  start  at  the  first  sign  of 
those  negotiations  collapsing.  As  all  his  friends 
were  opposed  to  his  return  to  France  (they  had 
again  virtually  forbidden  it  late  in  September  when 
the  Brisson  Ministry  finally  submitted  the  case  for 
revision  to  the  Criminal  Chamber  of  the  Cour  de 
Cassation),  he  would  probably  have  gone  to 
Belgium,  but  I  doubt  whether  he  would  have 
remained  long  in  that  country. 

I  have  said  that  M.  Zola  is  opposed  to  warfare 
on  principle.  His  views  in  this  respect  have  long 
been  shared  by  me.  Life's  keenest  impressions 
are  those  acquired  in  childhood  and  youth.  And 
in  my  youth— I  was  but  seventeen,  though  already 
acting  as  a  war  correspondent,  the  youngest,  1 
suppose,  on  record — I  witnessed  war  attended  by 
every  horror : — A  city,  Paris,  starved  by  the 
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foreigner  and  subsequently  in  part  fired  by  some  of 
its   own    children.     And  between  those  disasters, 
having  passed  through  the  hostile  lines,  I  saw  an 
army  of  1 25,000  men  with  350  guns,  that  of  Chanzy, 
irretrievably  routed  after  battling  in  a  snowstorm 
of  three  days'  duration,  cast  into  highways  and 
byways,   with  thousands  of  barefooted    stragglers 
begging   their   bread,    with    hundreds    of  farmers 
bewailing  their  crops,  their  cattle,  and  their  ruined 
homesteads,   with    mothers   innumerable   weeping 
for  their  sons,  and  fair  girls  in  the  heyday  of  their 
youth  lamenting  the  lads  to  whom  their  troth  was 
plighted.     And  in  that  '  Retraite  Infernale,'  as  one 
of  its  historians  has  called  it,   I  saw  want,  hunger, 
cupidity,  cruelty,  disease,  stalking  beside  the  war 
fiend  ;  so  no  wonder  that,  like  Zola,  I  regard  war- 
fare as  the  greatest  of  the  abominations  that  fall 
upon  the  world.     I  often  regret  that,  short  of  actual 
war  itself  and  its  disaster  and  misery,  there  should 
be  no  means  of  bringing  the  whole  horror  of  the  thing 
home    to    those    silly,  arm-chair,  jingo  journalists 
of  many  countries,  our  own  included,  who,  viewing 
war  simply  as  a  means  of  imposing  the  will  of  the 
stronger  upon  the  weaker,  and  losing  sight  of  all 
that  attends  it,  save  martial   pomp  and  individual 


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heroism,  ever  clamour  for  the  exercise  of  force  as 
soon  as  any  difficulty  arises  between  two  govern- 
ments. 

Ties  of  affection,  bonds  of  marriage,  as  well  as 
long  years  of  intimacy,  link  me  moreover  to  the 
French  people  ;  and  more  keenly,  perhaps,  than 
even  the  master  himself,  did  I  realise  what  war 
between  France  and  England  might  mean  ;  thus 
we  both  had  an  anxious  time  during  the  Fashoda 
trouble.  Fortunately  for  the  general  peace  hos- 
tilities were  averted,  and  M.  Zola  was  thus  able 
to  remain  in  his  secluded  English  home,  and  to 
continue  the  writing  of  his  novel. 

The  weather  was  still  very  fine,  and  now  and 
again  he  ventured  upon  a  little  excursion.  The 
principal  one  was  to  Virginia  Water,  where  he 
strolled  round  the  lake,  then  drove  through  part 
of  the  Great  Park,  and  thence  on  to  Windsor 
Castle,  where  he  saw  all  the  sights,  the  State 
apartments,  St.  George's  Hall  and  Chapel,  the 
Albert  Memorial  Chapel,  and  so  forth.  And,  as 
he  had  brought  his  hand  camera  with  him,  he  was 
able  to  take  a  few  snapshots  of  what  he  saw.  I 
was  not  present  on  that  occasion  ;  his  companions 
were  a  French  gentleman,  a  very  intimate  friend, 
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and  my  daughter,  but  I  was  pleased  to  hear  that 
he  had,  at  all  events,  seen  Windsor.  As  a  rule,  it 
was  extremely  difficult  to  induce  him  to  emerge 
from  his  solitude.  When  he  took  a  walk  or  a 
bicycle  ride  his  destination  was  simply  some  sleepy 
Surrey  village  or  deserted  common. 

He  appreciated  English  scenery.  Around 
Oatlands  he  had  been  much  struck  by  the  beauty 
of  the  trees,  and  was  greatly  astonished  to  find 
such  lofty  and  perfect  hedges  of  holly  running  at 
times  for  a  mile  almost  without  a  break  on  either 
side  of  the  roads.  I  suppose  that  some  of  the 
finest  holly  hedges  in  England  are  to  be  found  in 
that  district.  Then,  too,  the  rookeries  surprised 
and  interested  him.  There  was  one  he  could  see 
from  his  window  at  the  last  of  his  country 
residences,  and  many  an  idle  half-hour  was  spent 
by  him  in  watching  the  flight  of  the  birds  or  their 
occasional  parliaments. 

Nobody  recognised  him  on  his  rambles.  I 
even  doubt  if  people,  generally,  thought  him  a 
foreigner.  He  had  long  since  ceased  to  wear  his 
rosette  of  the  Legion  of  Honour,  and  he  had 
replaced  his  white  billycock  by  an  English  straw 
hat.  Towards  the  close  of  the  fine  weather  he 

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purchased  a  '  bowler,'  which  greatly  altered  his 
appearance.  Indeed,  there  is  nothing  like  a 
'  bowler '  to  make  a  foreigner  look  English. 

Wareham  and  I  had  now  quite  ceased  to  fear 
that  any  attempt  would  be  made  to  serve  the 
Versailles  judgment  on  M.  Zola.  We  were  only 
troubled  by  gentlemen  of  the  Press,  both  French 
and  English,  for  since  Esterhazy  had  fled  from 
France  and  the  case  for  revision  had  been  formally 
referred  to  the  Cour  de  Cassation,  several  news- 
papers had  become  desirous  of  ascertaining  M. 
Zola's  views  on  the  course  of  events.  My  instruc- 
tions remained,  however,  the  same  as  formerly  :  I 
was  to  tell  every  applicant  that  M.  Zola  declined 
to  make  any  public  statement,  and  that  he  would 
receive  nobody.  I  was  occasionally  inclined  to 
fancy  that  some  of  those  who  called  on  me 
imagined  that  these  instructions  were  of  my  own 
invention,  and  that  I  was  simply  keeping  M.  Zola 
au  secret  for  purposes  of  my  own.  But  nothing 
was  further  from  the  truth. 

Personally,    at    certain    moments,    when    the 

revision  proceedings  began,  when   M.  Brisson  fell 

from    office,    when    M.    Dupuy,   listening   to   the 

clamour   of    a    pack    of   jackals,   transferred    the 

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revision  inquiry  from  the  Criminal  Chamber  to  the 
entire  Court  of  Cassation,  I  thought  that  it  might 
really  be  advisable  for  him  to  speak  out.  But, 
anxious  though  he  was,  disgusted,  indignant,  too, 
at  times,  he  would  do  nothing  to  add  fuel  to  the 
flame.  Passions  were  roused  to  a  high  enough 
pitch  already,  and  he  had  no  desire  to  inflame 
them  more. 

Besides,  the  cause  was  in  very  good  hands  ; 
Clemenceau  and  Vaughan,  Yves  Guyot  and 
Reinach,  Jaures  and  Gerault-Richard,  Pressens£, 
Comply,  and  scores  of  others  were  fighting 
admirably  in  the  Press,  and  his  intervention  was 
not  required.  Many  a  man  circumstanced  as  M. 
Zola  was  would  have  rushed  into  print  for  the 
mere  sake  of  notoriety,  but  he  condemned  himself 
to  silence,  stifling  the  words  which  rose  from  his 
throbbing  heart.  And,  after  all,  was  not  that 
course  more  worthy,  more  dignified  ? 

Thus  I  could  only  return  one  answer  to  the 
newspaper  men  who  wrote  to  me  or  called  at  my 
house.  Late  in  the  autumn  there  was  an  average 
of  three  applications  a  week.  One  or  two  gentle- 
men, I  believe,  imagined  that  M.  Zola  was  staying 
very  near  me,  and,  failing  to  learn  anything  at  my 
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place,  they  tried  to  question  one  or  two  tradesmen 
in  the  neighbourhood.  One  of  these,  a  grocer, 
became  so  irate  at  the  frequent  inquiries  as  to 
whether  a  Frenchman,  who  wrote  books  and  had 
a  grey  beard,  and  wore  glasses,  was  not  staying  in 
the  vicinity,  that  he  ended  by  receiving  the 
reporters  with  far  more  energy  than  politeness, 
not  only  ordering  them  out  of  his  shop  at  the 
double  quick,  but  pursuing  them  with  his  vitupe- 
rative eloquence.  '  Taking  one  consideration  with 
another,  a  reporter's  lot,  at  times,  is  not  a  happy 
one.' 

A  climax  was  reached  when  one  gentleman, 
after  communicating  with  M.  Zola  by  letter 
through  various  channels  and  receiving  no  answer 
from  him,  ascertained  my  address  and  called  there. 
As  servants  are  not  always  to  be  depended  upon, 
we  had  made  it  virtually  a  rule  at  home  that 
whenever  a  stranger  was  seen  at  the  front  door  my 
wife  herself  should,  if  possible,  answer  it.  And 
she  did  so  in  the  instance  I  am  referring  to. 

Well,  the  gentleman   first  asked  for  me,  and, 

on   learning  that  I  was  absent,  he  explained  that 

he  was  a  friend,  a  private  friend  of  M.  Zola,  whom 

he  wished  to  see  on  an   important  private  matter. 

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Could  she,  my  wife,  oblige  him  with  M.  Zola's 
address  ?  No,  she  could  not  ;  he  had  better  write, 
and  his  letter  would  be  duly  forwarded  by  me. 
Then  the  applicant  started  on  another  story.  It 
was  of  no  use  his  writing,  he  must  see  me.  Should 
I  be  at  home  on  the  morrow  ?  The  matter  was  of 
great  importance,  it  would  mean  a  large  sum  of 
money  for  myself  and  so  on.  My  wife  had  not 
much  confidence  in  what  was  told  her,  but  she 
requested  the  visitor  to  leave  his  name  and  address 
in  order  that  I  might  make  an  appointment 
with  him,  should  I  think  such  a  course  advisable. 

He  thereupon  wrote  me  a  few  lines  in  my 
dining-room,  and  then  all  at  once  had  the  cool 
impudence  to  tell  my  wife  that  he  would  then  and 
there  give  her  a  matter  of  2O/.  or  2$l.  if  she  would 
only  tell  him  where  he  could  find  M.  Zola,  as  the 
private  interests  at  stake  were  so  enormous  ! 

She  was,  at  the  moment,  far  more  amazed  and 
amused  than  indignant.  She  bade  the  gentleman 
keep  his  money,  and  then  showed  him  to  the  door. 
To  me  that  evening  she  did  not  mention  the 
incident,  and,  indeed,  I  only  heard  of  it  after  I  had 
taken  the  trouble  to  communicate  with  M.  Zola 
respecting  the  gentleman's  urgent  private  business, 

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which  (so  it  turned  out)  was  purely  and  simply 
connected  with  journalism,  my  visitor  having  acted 
on  behalf  of  the  owner  of  a  well-known  London 
newspaper. 

I  do  not  know  whether  his  principal  had  any 
knowledge  of  his  impudent  attempt  at  bribery. 
For  my  own  part  I  much  regret  that  my  wife  (I 
suppose  in  the  interests  of  peace)  should  have  kept 
it  from  me  at  the  time  as  she  did,  for  the  gentle- 
man might  otherwise  have  experienced,  as  he 
deserved,  a  rather  unpleasant  ten  minutes. 


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AT  last  the  time  arrived  when  it  became  necessary 
to  remove  M.  Zola  from  his  country  quarters,  and 
by  his  desire  Wareham  and  I  then  looked  around 
us  for  a  suitable  suburban  hotel.  The  autumn  was 
now  far  spent  and  M.  Zola  felt  confident  that  he 
would  be  back  in  Paris  by  the  end  of  the  year. 
Had  he  foreseen  that  his  exile  would  prove  so  long, 
he  would  certainly  have  sent  for  a  couple  of  his 
French  servants,  and  have  set  up  a  quiet  establish- 
ment in  some  other  furnished  house.  But  for 
another  month  or  two  he  considered  that  hotel 
accommodation  would  well  suffice. 

The  place  selected  for  him  by  Wareham  and 
myself  was  the  Queen's  Hotel,  Upper  Norwood, 
and  there  he  remained  from  late  in  the  autumn  of 
1898  until  his  departure  from  England. 

A  glance  at  the  Queen's  Hotel  shows  one  that 
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it  is  composed  of  what  were  once  separate  houses, 
now  connected  together  by  buildings  of  one  storey 
only.  Each  of  these  houses,  or,  as  one  may  per- 
haps call  them,  pavilions,  has  a  separate  entrance 
and  staircase  ;  and  the  advantage  of  this,  to  one 
circumstanced  as  M.  Zola  was,  must  be  obvious. 
A  person  lodging  in  one  of  the  pavilions  can  come 
and  go  freely.  There  is  no  vast  hall  to  cross,  with 
a  dozen  servants  standing  around,  ready  to 
scrutinise  you  as  you  pass  in  and  out.  You  have 
your  suite  of  rooms  in  one  or  another  pavilion, 
you  take  your  meals  there  in  your  own  dining- 
room,  and  you  can  shut  yourself  off,  as  it  were, 
from  the  greater  part  of  the  establishment  and 
enjoy  privacy  and  quiet.  This,  no  doubt,  is  the 
reason  why  many  well-to-do  people,  who  dislike 
the  stir  and  bustle  of  the  ordinary  hotel,  patronise 
the  hostelry  at  Upper  Norwood. 

There  at  one  time — when  consulting  Sir  Morell 
Mackenzie,  1  believe — stayed  the  unfortunate 
Emperor  Frederick  ;  and  now  it  may  add  to  its 
list  of  patrons  the  most  famous  Frenchman  of 
his  day. 

It  seemed  to  Wareham  and  me  that  the  Queen's 
Hotel  would,  under  the  circumstances,  prove  an 
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ideal  retreat  for  M.  Zola.  Moreover,  Upper 
Norwood  stands  on  very  high  ground,  and  it  was 
probable  therefore  that  he  would  largely  escape 
the  winter  fogs.  Of  course  the  Crystal  Palace  was 
comparatively  near,  but  it  was  not  very  largely 
patronised  in  the  winter,  and,  besides,  if  M.  Zola 
wished  to  escape  a  crowd,  he  had  only  to  take  his 
walks  in  another  direction. 

The  Queen's  Hotel  stands  back  from  the  road  ; 
but,  in  the  first  instance,  as  a  precautionary  measure 
it  was  thought  best  to  select  for  M.  Zola  a  suite  of 
rooms  overlooking  the  extensive  gardens.  As 
time  went  on,  however,  the  trees  lost  their  last 
leaves,  the  vista  from  these  rooms,  charming  enough 
in  summer,  became  very  cheerless.  So  the  master's 
quarters  were  shifted  to  a  larger  suite  on  the  ground 
floor,  with  the  windows  of  the  two  communicating 
sitting-rooms  overlooking  both  the  road  and  the 
garden. 

The  two  sitting  rooms  were  an  advantage, 
particularly  during  the  time  that  Mmc.  Zola  stayed 
at  the  Queen's  Hotel  (for  she  joined  her  husband 
on  and  off),  as  he  could  devote  one  of  them  entirely 
to  his  work.  But  when  Mme.  Zola  finally  left 
England  (in  a  very  ailing  state,  after  a  terrible  cold 
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had  kept  her  within  doors  for  some  weeks)  her 
husband  moved  once  again,  and  installed  himself 
on  the  second  floor,  where  the  rooms  were  smaller 
and  therefore  easier  to  warm.  It  was  then  mid- 
winter. 

The  various  rooms  M.  Zola  occupied  and  in 
which  he  spent  from  seven  to  eight  months — that 
is  by  far  the  greater  portion  of  his  exile — were  all 
part  of  the  same  house  or  pavilion,  this  being  the 
last  of  the  pavilions  constituting  the  hotel  proper. 
Adjoining  is  a  lower  building,  belonging  to  the 
same  proprietary  as  the  hotel,  but,  in  a  measure, 
distinct  from  it.  Most  of  M.  Zola's  tenancy  was 
spent  in  the  topmost  rooms.  After  bringing  the 
master  up  from  the  country,  I  took  him  one  morn- 
ing down  to  Norwood,  and  he  cordially  approved 
of  the  arrangements  which  had  been  made  for  him. 
There  was  only  one  thing  amiss.  Wareham  and  I 
had  been  promised  that  he  should  have  a  waiter 
speaking  French  to  attend  on  him  ;  and  the  one 
provided  knew  perhaps  just  a  few  words  of  that 
language.  However,  he  was  very  intelligent,  very 
discreet,  very  willing  to  oblige — a  pattern  waiter  of 
the  good  old  English  school.  And  when  I  had 
explained  to  him  exactly  what  would  be  required, 
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he  took  due  note  of  everything,  and  for  many 
months  the  arrangements  that  were  made  worked 
virtually  without  a  hitch. 

If  M.  Zola's  surroundings  had  altered,  the 
routine  of  his  life  remained  the  same  as  formerly. 
With  regard  to  his  novel  '  Fecondit6  '  he  had,  as 
the  saying  goes,  '  warmed  to  his  work,'  which  he 
pursued  at  the  Queen's  Hotel  with  unflagging 
energy. 

Knowing  his  habits  I  never  (unless  under 
exceptional  circumstances)  visited  him  till  he  had 
finished  his  daily  quantum  of  '  copy,'  that  was  about 
the  luncheon  hour.  Then  we  would  talk  business, 
communicate  to  one  another  such  news  as  might 
be  necessary,  and  at  times  exchange  impressions 
with  regard  to  the  incidents  of  the  day. 

Among  other  matters  often  discussed  were  the 
English  birth-rate  and  the  rearing  of  English 
children,  points  which  deeply  interested  M.  Zola, 
as  they  were  germane  to  the  subject  of  '  FeconditeV 
I  could  at  first  only  give  him  general  information, 
but  the  Rev.  R.  Ussher,  vicar  of  Westbury,  Bucks, 
the  able  author  of  '  Neo-Malthusianism,'  very 
kindly  sent  me  a  copy  of  his  exhaustive  work, 
which  contained  many  particulars  on  the  points 
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that  principally  interested  M.  Zola.  Moreover, 
Mr.  George  P.  Brett,  the  President  of  the  Macmillan 
Company  of  New  York  (M.  Zola's  American 
publishers),  supplied  him  with  some  interesting 
information  respecting  the  United  States. 

With  regard  to  England,  M.  Zola  had  been 
much  struck  by  certain  proceedings  instituted 
during  his  exile  against  medical  men,  midwives, 
and  others,  proceedings  which  seemed  to  point  to 
the  existence  in  this  country  of  a  state  of  affairs 
much  akin  to  that  prevailing  in  France.  The 
affair  of  the  brothers  Chrimes,  who  first  sold  bogus 
medicines  and  then  proceeded  to  blackmail  the 
women  who  had  purchased  them,  was,  in  Zola's 
estimation,  particularly  significant,  for  here  were 
hundreds  and  hundreds  of  Englishwomen  applying 
to  those  men  for  the  means  of  accomplishing  the 
greatest  crime  against  Nature  there  could  be. 

On  that  point  M.  Zola  spoke  in  no  uncertain 
language.  He  understood  well  enough  that  the 
authorities  could  not  justly  single  out  a  few  of 
those  hundreds  of  women  for  prosecution  and 
punishment :  but  he  censured  the  women  quite  as 
much  as  he  censured  the  convicted  men,  who  were, 
after  all,  but  common  scoundrels. 
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And  he  was  amazed  to  find  that  so  few  English 
newspapers  ventured  to  speak  out  on  the  matter. 
There  were  plenty  of  leaderettes  on  the  cunning 
shown  by  the  men,  but  the  alacrity  of  the  women 
to  purchase  the  bogus  medicines  was,  as  a  rule, 
lightly  passed  over ;  and  great  as  is  M.  Zola's 
admiration  for  the  British  Press  in  many  respects, 
he  could  but  regard  its  attitude  towards  the  Chrimes 
case  as  lamentably  inadequate  and  lacking  in 
moral  courage. 

'  A  great  responsibility,'  said  he,  '  rests  with 
those  who,  possessing  commanding  influence, 
refrain  from  requisite  action,  and  who,  instead  of 
seeking  to  cure  proved  and  acknowledged  evils, 
connive  at  driving  them  beneath  the  surface, 
where,  in  secret,  they  steadily  grow  and  expand.' 
And  all  this  for  the  sake  of  the  '  young  person,'  to 
whose  mythical  innocence  the  welfare  of  a  whole 
nation  is  often  sacrificed.  M.  Zola's  views  are 
summed  up  in  the  words  :  '  Let  all  be  exposed 
and  discussed,  in  order  that  all  may  be  cured  ! ' 

He  regards  Neo-Malthusianism  and  its  practices 
as  abominable,  and  when  he  had  learnt  more  of 
the  actual  situation  in  England    he   was  empha- 
tically of  opinion  that  his  book  '  Fecondite,' though 
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applied  to  France  alone,  might  well,  with  little 
alteration,  be  applied  to  this  country  also. 

The  fluctuations  in  the  English  birth-rate  from 
1872  to  1897  were  to  him  full  of  meaning.  At  a 
certain  period,  for  instance,  they  showed  all  the 
harm  wrought  by  the  abominable  Bradlaugh- 
Besant  campaign.  But  what  he  dwelt  on  still 
more  was  the  absolute  physical  incapacity  of  so 
many  English  mothers  to  suckle  their  own  off- 
spring. Circumstances  are  much  the  same  both  in 
France  and  the  United  States,  at  least  among  the 
older  Colonial  families.  In  three  or  four  genera- 
tions the  women  of  a  family  in  which  the  practice 
of  suckling  has  ceased,  are  altogether  unable  to 
give  the  breast ;  and  the  '  bottle '  ensues,  with  its 
thousand  evils  and  a  gradual  deterioration  of 
the  race. 

On  the  last  occasion  when  James  Russell 
Lowell  came  to  England  he  was  asked  what 
change,  if  any,  he  remarked  since  his  last  visit, 
among  the  people  he  met,  and  he  replied  that  he 
was  most  struck  by  the  falling  off  in  height,  and 
breadth  of  shoulders,  of  the  average  man  in  the 
London  streets. 

Though  matters  have  not  yet  reached  such  a 
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point  as  in  France  and  elsewhere,  it  is  I  think 
incontestable  that  the  English  race,  like  many 
another,  is  physically  deteriorating.  Athletics 
tend  to  improve  the  standard,  but  there  must  be 
proper  material  to  work  upon,  and  M.  Zola,  I 
found,  held  the  view  that  for  a  race  to  be  healthy 
its  womenfolk  should  be  willing  and  able  to  dis- 
charge the  primary  duties  of  Nature.  When  he 
discovered  that  so  many  Englishwomen  would 
not  or  could  not  suckle  their  babes,  he  remarked 
that  England  had  started  on  the  same  downward 
course  as  France. 

He  often  watched  the  troops  of  nursemaids  and 
children  whom  he  met  during  his  afternoon  strolls. 
He  noticed  and  told  me  how  many  of  the  former 
neglected  their  charges,  standing  about,  flirting  or 
gossiping,  or  looking  into  shop  windows,  while  the 
baby  in  the  bassinette  or  the  mail-cart  sucked 
away  at  that  vile  invention  the  bone  and  gutta- 
percha  '  soother,'  and  he  was  astonished  that  ladies 
should  apparently  consider  it  beneath  them  to 
accompany  baby  on  the  promenade.  Indeed  the 
invariable  absence  of  the  mothers  gave  him  a  rather 
bad  opinion  of  them  :  for  surely  they  must  know 
that  many  of  the  nurse-girls  neglected  the  infants 
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and  yet  they  exercised  no  supervision.  '  Of 
course,'  said  he,  '  they  are  visiting  or  receiving,  or 
reading  novels,  or  bicycling  or  playing  lawn  tennis. 
Ah !  well,  that  is  hardly  my  conception  of  a 
mother's  duty  towards  her  infant,  whatever  be  her 
station  in  life.' 

Now  and  again  at  intervals  I  accompanied  him 
•on  his  afternoon  walks.  These  generally  took  a 
semi-circular  form.  We  descended  from  the 
plateau  of  Upper  Norwood  on  one  side  to  climb 
to  it  again  on  another.  Sometimes  we  passed  by 
way  of  Beulah  Spa,  then  round  by  some  fields  and 
a  recreation  ground,  with  the  name  of  which  I  am 
not  acquainted.  There  were  several  shapely  oak 
trees  thereabouts,  which  he  greatly  admired  and 
even  photographed. 

'  Do  you  know,'  he  remarked  to  me  one  after- 
noon,' when  I  come  out  all  alone  for  my  usual  con- 
stitutional, and  want  to  shake  off  some  worrying 
thoughts,  I  often  amuse  myself  by  counting  the 
number  of  hairpins  which  I  see  lying  on  the  foot- 
pavement.  Oh  !  you  need  not  laugh,  it  is  very 
curious,  I  assure  you.  I  already  had  ideas  for  two 
essays — one  on  the  capital  "  I  "  in  its  relation  to  the 
English  character,  and  another  on  the  physiology 
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of  the  English  "guillotine"  window  and  the  forms 
it  affects,  not  forgetting  the  circumstance  that 
whenever  an  architect  introduces  a  French  window 
into  an  English  house,  it  invaribly  opens  outwardly 
so  as  to  be  well  buffeted  by  the  wind,  instead  of 
into  the  room  as  it  should  do.  Well,  now  I  am 
beginning  to  think  that  I  might  write  something 
on  the  carelessness  of  Englishwomen  in  fastening 
up  their  hair,  and  the  phenomenal  consumption  of 
hairpins  in  England.  For  the  consumption  must 
be  enormous  since  the  loss  is  so  great,  as  I  will 
show  you.' 

Then  he  proceeded  to  ocular  demonstration. 
As  we  walked  on  for  half  an  hour  or  so,  prin- 
cipally along  roads  bordered  by  the  umbrageous 
gardens  of  villa  residences,  we  counted  all  the 
hairpins  we  could  see.  There  were  about  four 
dozen.  And  he  was  careful  to  point  out  that  we 
had  chiefly  followed  a  route  where  there  was  but 
a  moderate  amount  of  traffic. 

Not  one  man  in  a  thousand  probably  would 
have  thought  of  counting  the  lost  hairpins  in  the 
streets  ;  but  then  M.  Zola  is  an  observer,  and  if  I 
tell  this  anecdote,  which  some  may  think  puerile, 
it  is  by  way  of  illustrating  his  powers  of  observation 
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and  the  length   to   which  he  occasionally  carries 
them. 

On  one  point,  I  told  him,  he  was  rather  in  the 
wrong.  The  great  loss  of  hairpins  did  not  proceed 
so  much  from  the  carelessness  of  women  in 
fastening  their  hair,  as  from  their  '  pennywise  and 
pound-foolish '  system  of  buying  cheap  hairpins 
with  few  and  inefficient  'twists.'  These  cheap 
hairpins  never  '  caught '  properly  in  their  coiled-up 
tresses.  The  women  went  out,  walked  rapidly, 
tossed  their  heads  perchance,  and  one  at  least  of 
their  hairpins  fell  to  the  ground.  Supposing  one 
hundred  women  passed  along  a  certain  road  or 
street  in  the  course  of  the  day,  it  would  not  be 
surprising  to  find  that  at  least  thirty  hairpins 
were  lost  there.  And  I  concluded  by  saying  that, 
to  the  best  of  my  belief,  the  aforesaid  hairpins 
were  '  made  in  Germany.' 

Another  thing  which  amused  and  interested 
M.  Zola  when  he  took  his  walks  around  Norwood 
was  to  note  the  often  curious  and  often  high- 
sounding  names  bestowed  on  villa  residences.  As 
a  rule  the  smaller  the  place  the  more  grandiose 
the  appellation  bestowed  on  it.  Some  of  the 
names  M.  Zola,  having  now  made  progress  with 
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his  English,  could  readily  understand  ;  others,  too, 
were  virtually  French,  such  as  Bellevue,  Beaumont, 
and  so  forth ;  but  there  were  several  that  I  had 
to  interpret,  such  as  Oakdene,  Thornbrake, 
Beechcroft,  Hillbrow,  Woodcote,  Fernside,  Fair- 
holme,  Inglenook,  etc.  And  there  was  one  name 
that  I  could  not  explain  to  him  at  all — an  awful 
name,  which  I  fancied  might  be  Gaelic  or  Celtic, 
though  I  appealed  in  vain  to  Scottish,  Irish,  and 
Welsh  friends  for  an  interpretation  of  its  meaning. 
It  was  written  thus  :  '  Ly-ee-Moon.' 

Nobody  of  my  acquaintance  was  able  to 
explain  it  to  me.  M.  Zola  wrote  it  down  in  his 
memorandum-book  as  an  abstruse  puzzle.  However, 
while  this  narrative  was  appearing  in  the  '  Evening 
News,'  several  correspondents  kindly  informed  me 
that  Ly-ee-Moon  (at  times  written  '  Lai-Mun ')  was 
Chinese,  being  the  name  of  a  narrow  passage  or 
strait  between  the  island  of  Hong-Kong  and  the 
mainland  of  China  (now  transferred  to  Great 
Britain),  at  the  eastern  entrance  to  the  harbour 
of  the  city  of  Victoria  on  the  island. 

It  seems  also  that  Ly-cc-Moon  is  a  name  often 
given  to  ships  sailing  in  the  China  seas.  And  in 
the  case  of  the  Norwood  house,  built  by  a  retired 
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shipowner  and  sea  captain,  the  name  was  taken 
from  a  vessel  plying  on  the  Australian  coast  for 
many  years,  and  ultimately  wrecked  with  great 
loss  of  life.  The  owner  of  the  Norwood  house  had 
an  engraving  of  the  ship  executed  on  a  plate-glass 
window  of  his  hall.  Until  these  explanations 
reached  me  both  M.  Zola  and  myself  were  quite 
as  much  at  sea  (with  regard  to  '  Ly-ee-Moon  ' ) 
as  ever  its  owner  and  captain  was. 

When  I  spent  an  afternoon  at  Norwood  with 
M.  Zola  we  generally  returned  to  the  hotel  about 
half-past  four  for  a  cup  of  tea.  And  on  the  way 
back  (particularly  during  the  last  months)  I 
frequently  purchased  postage  stamps  for  him  at 
the  chief  post-office.  He  might,  of  course,  have 
bought  them  himself,  and  as  a  matter  of  fact  he 
did  at  times  do  so.  But  he  was  aware,  I  think, 
that  he  was  regarded  with  some  suspicion  by  the 
the  young  lady  clerks  under  the  control  of  the 
Duke  of  Norfolk. 

At  certain  periods,  Christmas  time  and  the 
New  Year,  for  instance,  M.  Zola's  correspondence 
became  extensive,  and  on  the  first  occasion  when 
he  entered  the  Upper  Norwood  post-office  and 
asked  for  fifty  2.\d.  stamps  he  was  looked  at  with 
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surprise.  When,  a  couple  of  days  later,  he  applied 
for  another  fifty,  the  young  ladies  eyed  him  as  if 
he  were  a  genuine  curiosity.  A  hundred  2\d. 
stamps  in  four  days !  What  could  he  do  with 
them  ?  Nobody  could  tell.  When,  shortly  after- 
wards, he  returned  for  another  supply  of  the  same 
kind,  the  Norwood  post-office  was  convulsed. 
And  I  doubt  if  even  now  some  of  the  young  ladies 
have  quite  got  over  that  brief  but  extraordinary 
run  on  the  so-called  '  foreign  stamp.' 

I  hope  they  do  not  imagine  that  M.  Zola  was 
hungry,  and  bought  those  stamps  to  eat. 


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XIII 

WINTER   DAYS 

THE  winter  was  hardly  a  cold  one,  but  it  proved 
very  tempestuous,  and  Upper  Norwood,  standing 
high  as  it  does,  felt  the  full  force  of  the  gales. 
Christmas  found  M.  Zola  alone  ;  still,  this  did  not 
particularly  affect  him,  as  Christmas,  save  as  a 
religious  observance,  is  but  little  kept  up  in  France, 
where  festivity  and  holiday-making  are  reserved 
for  the  New  Year.  In  M.  Zola's  rooms  the  only 
token  of  the  season  was  a  huge  branch  of  mistletoe 
hanging  over  the  chimney-piece.  This  he  had 
bought  himself,  after  I  had  told  him  of  the  privi- 
leges that  attached  to  mistletoe  in  England. 
There  were,  however,  no  young  ladies  to  kiss,  and, 
if  I  remember  rightly,  Mme.  Zola,  who  had  been 
absent  in  Paris,  did  not  return  to  Norwood  until 
a  day  or  two  before  the  New  Year. 

While  her  husband  formed  a  fairly  favourable 
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opinion  of  England,  its  customs  and  its  climate, 
Mme.  Zola,  I  fear,  was  scarcely  pleased  with  this 
country.  At  all  events,  she  finally  left  it  vowing 
that  she  would  never  return.  But  then  for  three  or 
four  weeks  bronchitis  and  kindred  ailments  had 
kept  her  absolutely  imprisoned  in  her  room — her 
illness  lasting  the  longer,  perhaps,  because  she  was 
unwilling  to  place  herself  in  the  hands  of  any 
medical  man. 

The  New  Year  was  but  a  day  or  two  old,  when 
one  of  the  London  morning  newspapers  announced 
with  a  great  show  of  authority  that  an  application 
for  the  extradition  of  M.  Zola  was  imminent. 
Somebody,  moreover,  informed  the  same  journal 
that  he  had  recognised  and  interviewed  M.  Zola  an 
evening  or  two  previously,  to  which  statement 
was  appended  a  brief  account  of  some  of  M.  Zola's 
views.  All  this  amazed  me  the  more  as  on  the 
very  day  mentioned  in  the  newspaper  I  had  been 
with  the  master  till  nine  r.M.  and  I  could  hardly 
believe  that  anybody  had  interviewed  him  after 
that  hour.  Moreover,  my  wife  had  since  seen  him, 
and  he  had  said  nothing  to  her  of  any  visit  or 
interview.  Nevertheless,  as  other  papers  proceeded 
to  copy  the  statements  to  which  I  have  referred,  I 
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thought  it  as  well  to  communicate  with  our  exile 
on  the  subject. 

Through  the  carelessness  of  one  of  M.  Zola's 
friends,  Wareham's  name  and  address  had  lately 
been  given  to  an  English  journalist  usually  resident 
in  Paris,  and  this  journalist  had  then  come  to  Lon- 
don to  try  to  discover  the  master's  whereabouts. 
It  was  therefore  possible  that  there  might  be  some 
truth  in  the  story.  But  M.  Zola  promptly  wired 
to  me  that  such  was  not  the  case,  and  followed  up 
his  telegram  with  a  note  in  which  he  said  : 

'  My  dear  confrere  and  friend, — I  have  just 
telegraphed  to  you  that  the  whole  story  of  a 
journalist  having  interviewed  me  is  purely  and 
simply  a  falsehood.  I  have  seen  nobody.  Again, 
there  can  be  no  question  of  extradition  in  my 
case ;  all  that  could  be  done  would  be  to  serve  me 
with  the  judgment  of  the  Assize  Court.  Those 
people  don't  even  know  what  they  write  about. 

'  As    for  's    indiscretion,    this    is    to    be 

regretted.  I  am  writing  to  him.  For  the  sake  of 
our  communications,  I  have  always  desired  that 
Wareham's  name  and  address  should  be  known 
only  to  those  on  whom  one  can  depend.  Tell  him 
that  he  must  remain  on  his  guard  and  never 
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acknowledge  that  he  knows  my  address.  Persevere 
in  that  course  yourself.  I  will  wait  a  few  days  to 
see  if  anything  occurs  before  deciding  whether  the 
correspondence  arrangements  should  be  altered. 
It  would  be  a  big  affair  ;  and  I  should  afterwards 
regret  a  change  if  it  were  to  prove  uncalled  for. 
Let  us  wait.' 

Going  through  the  many  memoranda  and  notes 
I  received  from  M.  Zola  during  his  exile,  I  also 
find  this,  dated  February :  '  You  did  right  to 

refuse  Mr. my  address.  I  absolutely  decline 

to  see  anybody.  No  matter  who  may  call  on  you, 
under  whatever  pretext  it  be,  preserve  the  silence 
of  the  tomb.  Less  than  ever  am  I  disposed  to  let 
people  disturb  me.' 

Again,  a  little  later  :  '  No  ;  I  will  see  neither 
the  gentleman  nor  the  lady.  Tell  them  so 
distinctly,  in  order  that  they  may  worry  you  no 
more.' 

With  the  New  Year,  it  will  be  remembered,  had 
come  a  succession  of  startling  events  which  kept 
M.  Zola  in  a  state  of  acute  anxiety.  The  violent 
attacks  of  the  anti-Revisionists  on  the  Criminal 
Chamber  of  the  Cour  de  Cassation  culminated  in 
the  resignation  of  Q.  de  Bcaurepairc,  in  an  inquiry 
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into  the  Criminal  Chamber's  methods  of  investiga- 
tion, and  finally  in  the  passing  of  a  law  which 
transferred  the  task  of  the  Criminal  Chamber  to 
the  whole  of  the  Supreme  Court.  On  the  many 
intrigues  of  that  period  I  often  conversed  with 
M.  Zola,  who  was  particularly  angered  by  the 
blind  opposition  of  President  Faure  and  the 
impudent  duplicity  of  Prime  Minister  Dupuy. 
These  two  were  undoubtedly  doing  their  utmost  to 
impede  the  course  of  justice. 

Then  suddenly,  on  February  17,  came  a 
thunderbolt  Faure  had  died  on  the  previous 
evening,  and  by  his  death  one  of  the  greatest 
obstacles  to  the  triumph  of  truth  was  for  ever 
removed.  We  talked  of  the  defunct  president  at 
some  length,  M.  Zola  adhering  to  the  opinions 
that  he  had  expressed  during  the  summer, 

But  the  great  question  was  who  would  succeed 
M.  Faure.  When  M.  Brisson  had  fallen  from 
office  after  initiating  the  Revision  proceedings, 
M.  Zola  had  said  to  me :  '  Brisson's  present  fall 
does  not  signify ;  it  was  bound  to  come.  But 
hereafter  he  will  reap  his  reward  for  his  courage  in 
favouring  revision.  Brisson  will  be  Faure's 
successor  as  President  of  the  Republic.' 
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In  expressing  this  opinion  M.  Zola  had  imagined 
that  Faure  would  live  to  complete  his  full  term  of 
office.  His  death  in  the  very  midst  of  the  battle 
entirely  changed  the  position.  M.  Brisson's  time 
had  not  come,  and  considering  his  age  it  indeed 
now  seemed  as  if  he  might  never  attain  to  the 
supreme  magistracy.  The  future  looked  blank  ; 
but  M.  Loubet  was  elected  President,  and  a  feeling 
of  great  relief  followed. 

I  have  reason  to  believe  that  M.  Zola  regards 
the  death  of  President  Faure  as  the  crucial  turn- 
ing-point in  the  whole  Dreyfus  business.  Had 
Faure  lived  every  means  would  still  have  been 
employed  to  shield  the  guilty  ;  all  the  influence  of 
the  Elysee  would,  as  before,  have  been  brought  to 
bear  against  the  unhappy  prisoner  of  Devil's 
Island. 

During  those  January  and  February  days 
M.  Zola  was  an  eager  reader  of  the  newspapers. 
Rumours  of  all  kinds  were  in  circulation,  and  once 
again  in  M.  Zola's  mind  did  despondency  alternate 
with  hopefulness.  I  must  say,  however,  that  he 
was  not  particularly  impressed  by  Paul  Derouledc's 
attempt  to  induce  General  Rogct  to  march  on  the 
Elyscc.  He  regards  Deroulccle  as  a  scarcely  sane 
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individual,  and  holds  views  on  Parisian  demonstra- 
tions which  may  surprise  some  of  those  who 
believe  everything  they  read  in  the  newspapers. 

These  views  may  be  epitomised  as  follows : 
The  Government  can  always  put  down  trouble  in 
the  streets  when  it  desires  to  do  so.  If  trouble 
occurs  it  is  because  the  Government  allows  it. 
Three-fourths  of  the  '  demonstrations  '  that  have 
taken  place  in  Paris  during  the  last  year  or  two 
have  been  simply  '  got  up '  by  professional  agitators. 
The  men  who  start  the  shouting  and  the  marching 
are  paid  for  their  services,  the  tariff  being  as  a  rule 
two  francs  per  demonstration.  With  500  francs, 
that  is  2O/.,  one  can  get  250  men  together. 
These  are  joined  by  as  many  fools  and  a  small 
contingent  of  enthusiasts,  and  then  you  have  a 
rumpus  on  the  boulevards,  and  half  the  news- 
papers in  Europe  announcing  on  the  morrow : 
'  Serious  Disturbances  in  Paris.  Impending 
Revolution.'  Some  people  may  ask,  Where  does 
the  money  for  many  of  these  demonstrations  come 
from  ?  The  answer  is  that  it  comes  largely  from 
much  the  same  sources  as  those  whence  General 
Boulanger's  funds  were  derived — that  is,  from  the 
Orlcanist  party. 

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As  for  military  insubordination,  plotting,  or 
anything  of  that  kind,  M.  Zola  often  pointed  out 
to  me  that  no  general  could  effect  a  revolution, 
for  the  simple  reason  that  he  could  not  rely  on  his 
men  to  follow  him  in  an  illegal  attempt.  It  was 
quite  possible  that  now  and  again  other  generals 
besides  Boulanger  had  dreamt  of  overturning  the 
Republic,  but  they  had  not  the  means  to  do  so. 
It  was  as  likely  as  not  that  the  officer  foolhardy 
enough  to  make  the  attempt  would  be  shot  in  the 
back  by  some  of  the  Socialists  among  the  rank 
and  file.  Boulanger  no  doubt  could  have  counted 
on  a  good  many  men  and  '  non-coms.,'  as  he 
was  popular  with  them,  but  few  if  any  officers 
above  the  rank  of  captain  would  have  followed 
him. 

To-day,  moreover,  intense  jealousy  still  reigns 
among  the  French  general  officers.  There  is  not 
one  among  them  of  sufficient  pre-eminence  and 
popularity  to  gather  round  him  a  large  contingent 
of  military  men  of  high  rank  for  any  political 
purpose.  And  this,  of  course — quite  apart  from 
the  opinions  of  the  masses--  largely  makes  for  a 
continuance  of  the  Republican  regime. 

With  a  weak  Government  in  office,  one  with 
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a  policy  of  drift,  everything  may  become  possible  ; 
but,  so  long  as  foresight  and  vigilance  are  shown, 
the  Republic  remains  impregnable.  If  military 
malcontents  become  obstreperous  it  is  only 
necessary  to  treat  them  as  General  Boulanger  was 
treated. 

I  recollect  hearing  M.  Yves  Guyot,  who  was  a 
member  of  the  Cabinet  which  put  down  '  the  brave 
general  on  the  black  horse,'  and  who  was  also  one 
of  the  few  French  friends  who  visited  M.  Zola 
during  his  exile,  give  a  brief  account  of  some  of 
the  decisive  steps  which  were  taken  to  stop  the 
Boulangist  agitation.  The  Prefect  of  Police  of 
that  time  was  summoned  to  the  Ministry  of  the 
Interior,  where  two  or  three  members  of  the 
Government  awaited  his  arrival.  Amongst  other 
orders  given  him  was  one  (if  I  remember  rightly) 
for  the  dissolution  of  M.  Deroulede's  c  League  of 
Patriots,'  which  then,  as  more  recently,  was  at  the 
bottom  of  much  of  the  agitation. 

The  Prefect  hesitated  ;  he  was  afraid  to  execute 
his  orders.  '  Very  well,  then,'  said  M.  Constans, 
M.  Guyot,  and  others,  '  you  may  regard  your 
resignation  as  accepted ;  you  are  not  the  man 
for  the  situation  ;  if  you  are  afraid,  there  are 
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plenty  who  are  not ;  and  we  shall  immediately 
replace  you.' 

That  threat  of  the  loss  of  office  wrought  an 
immediate  change  in  the  Prefect.  He  became  as 
brave  as  he  had  been  timorous,  and  with  all  due 
energy  he  proceeded  to  carry  out  his  instructions. 
Boulangism  was  crushed  and  held  up  to  public 
opprobrium  and  ridicule ;  and  but  for  the  culpable 
weakness  and  connivance  of  M.  Felix  Faure  and 
his  favourite  Prime  Minister,  M.  Meline,  it  would 
never  have  revived  in  its  varied  forms  of  anti- 
Semitism,  anti-Dreyfusism,  etc. 

French  functionaries,  those  of  the  Civil  Service, 
are,  as  a  rule,  a  docile  set ;  but  every  now  and 
again  a  Government  rinding  some  laxity  among 
prefects  and  sub-prefects  makes  a  few  examples. 
Three  or  four  prefects  of  departments  are  transferred 
in  disgrace  to  less  important  towns  ;  two  or  three 
are  cashiered,  and  the  same  method  is  followed 
with  some  of  the  sub-prefects.  Thereupon,  all  the 
others,  prefects  and  '  subs,'  throughout  the  eighty 
and  odd  departments  of  France,  hasten  to  show 
themselves  vigilant  and,  if  need  be,  energetic. 
Taking  one  consideration  with  another,  this  system 
of  frightening  the  prefects  into  obedience  and 
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vigilance  has,  so  far  as  the  maintenance  of  public 
order  is  concerned,  answered  admirably  well 
whenever  it  has  been  applied  during  the  last  fifty 
years.  It  has  undoubtedly  been  adopted  at  times 
for  the  furtherance  of  purely  despotic  or  arbitrary- 
aims  ;  but  if  ever  it  was  justified  such  was  the  case 
during  the  Dreyfus  agitation.  If  the  Government 
had  not  connived,  for  purposes  of  its  own,  at 
the  proceedings  of  what  the  French  call  the 
'  militarist'  party,  there  would  have  been  no  turmoil 
at  all. 

But  those  in  power  desired  to  shield  culprits  of 
high  rank  and  to  defend  the  effete  organisation 
of  the  French  War-office.  And  those  who  thus 
misused  the  power  they  held,  who  sacrificed  the 
national  interests,  who  trampled  truth  and  justice 
under  foot,  and  rendered  their  country  an  object  of 
amazement,  distrust,  and  ridicule  throughout  the 
length  and  breadth  of  Europe  (Russia  not  excepted) 
will  be  censured  and  condemned  in  no  uncertain 
voice  by  the  France  of  to-morrow. 

But    I    am    forgetting   the   prefects   and    sub- 
prefects.     I  mentioned    them    partly   because    M. 
Zola  himself  might  have  been  one  of  them.     It  is 
not  generally  known,  I  believe,  that  at  the  time  of 
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the  Franco-German  war  he  in  some  degree  assisted 
one  of  the  sub-prefects  in  the  discharge  of  his 
duties,  and  (had  he  only  so  chosen)  might  even 
have  become  a  sub-prefect  himself.  He  had  been 
an  opposition,  a  Republican  journalist,  before  the 
fall  of  the  Empire,  and  M.  Gambetta,  during  his 
virtual  dictatorship  throughout  the  latter  part  of 
the  Franco-German  war,  was  very  fond  of  appoint- 
ing journalists  of  that  description  to  office,  both 
in  the  army  and  the  Civil  Service.  M.  Zola,  then, 
might  have  become  a  sub-prefect  to  begin  with  ; 
and,  later,  a  full-blown  prefect.  Picture  him  in  a 
cocked  hat  and  a  uniform  bedizened  with  gold  lace, 
and  with  a  slender  sword  dangling  by  his  side. 
That,  at  all  events,  was  how  sub-prefects  and 
prefects  used  to  array  themselves  when  '  in  the 
exercise  of  their  functions.' 

I  doubt  if  M.  Zola  would  ever  have  made  a 
good  functionary.  His  character  is  too  inde- 
pendent, and  in  all  likelihood  he  would  have 
resigned  the  very  first  time  that  he  happened  to 
have '  a  few  words  '  with  his  Minister.  But  politics 
having  caught  him  in  their  grasp  he  would 
doubtless  (like  the  few  functionaries  of  independent 
views  who  throw  up  their  posts  in  France)  have 
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next  come  forward  as  a  candidate  for  the  Chamber 
or  the  Senate.  And  then — why  not  ?  He  might 
have  been  an  Under-Secretary  of  State,  later  a 
Minister,  and  finally  President  of  the  Republic. 
True,  as  he  himself  knows,  and  readily  admits,  he 
is  no  orator ;  but  then  orators  are  not  always  the 
men  who  get  on  in  France.  Thiers  was  a  ready 
and  fluent  speaker,  but  MacMahon  could  scarcely 
say  (or  learn  by  heart)  twenty  consecutive  words. 
Grevy,  it  is  true,  could  be  long-winded,  prosy,  and 
didactic  ;  but  the  powers  of  elocution  which  Carnot 
and  Felix  Faure  possessed  were  infinitesimal.  And 
so  the  idea  of  Emile  Zola,  President  of  the 
Republic,  may  not  be  so  far-fetched  after  all, 
particularly  when  one  remembers  Zola's  great 
powers  of  observation,  analysis,  and  foresight. 

Had  he  taken  to  politics  in  his  younger  days 
he  would  at  least  have  made  his  mark  in  the  career 
thus  chosen.  And  it  may  be  that,  in  some  respects, 
French  public  life  might  then  have  been  healthier 
than  it  has  proved  during  the  last  quarter  of  a 
century.  Perchance,  too,  on  the  other  hand,  many 
old  maids  and  young  persons,  not  to  mention 
ecclesiastics  and  vigilance  societies,  would  have 
been  spared  manifold  pious  ejaculations  and  gasps 
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of  horror.  Again,  my  poor  father — imprisoned, 
ruined,  and  hounded  to  his  death — might  still  have 
been  alive. 

Unless  some  other  courageous  man  had  arisen 
to  tear  the  veil  away  from  before  human  life,  such 
as  it  is  in  so-called  civilised  communities,  and  show 
society  its  own  self  in  all  its  rottenness,  foulness, 
and  hypocrisy — so  that  on  more  than  one  occasion, 
shrinking  guiltily  from  its  own  image,  it  has 
denounced  the  plain  unvarnished  truth  as  libel- 
there  would  have  been  no  '  Nana '  and  no  '  Pot 
Bouille,'  no  'Assommoir,'  and  no 'Germinal.'  And 
no  '  La  Terre.'  '  La  Debacle/  and  '  Lourdes,'  and 
1  Rome,'  '  Paris,'  and  '  Fe"conditeY  and  all  the  other 
books  that  have  flowed  from  Emile  Zola's  busy  pen 
would  have  remained  unwritten.  But  for  my  own 
part  I  would  rather  that  the  world  should  possess 
those  books  than  that  Zola  when  tempted,  as  he 
was,  should  have  cast  literature  aside  to  plunge  into 
the  abominable  and  degrading  vortex  of  politics. 

Like  all  men  of  intellect  he  certainly  has  his 
views  on  important  political  questions,  and  again 
and  again  he  has  enunciated  them  in  the  face  of 
fierce  opposition.  In  the  Dreyfus  case,  however, 
he  has  been  no  politician,  but  simply  the  indignant 

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champion  of  an  innocent  man.  And  his  task  over 
truth  and  justice  vindicated,  he  asks  no  reward,  no 
office  ;  he  simply  desires  to  take  up  his  pen  once 
more  and  revert  to  his  life  work  : — The  delineation 
and  exposure  of  the  crimes,  follies,  and  short- 
comings of  society  as  now  constituted,  in  order 
that  those  who  are  in  politics,  who  control  human 
affairs,  may,  in  full  knowledge  of  existing  evils,  do 
their  utmost  to  remedy  them  and  prepare  the  way 
for  a  better  and  a  happier  world. 


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'WAITING   FOR  THE  VERDICT' 

I  CAN  still  see  before  me  the  sitting-room  on  the 
second  floor  of  the  Queen's  Hotel,  in  which  M. 
Zola  spent  so  much  of  his  time  and  wrote  so  many 
pages  of '  F6condite '  during  the  last  six  months  or 
so  of  his  exile.  A  spacious  room  it  was,  if  a  rather 
low  one,  with  three  windows  overlooking  the 
road  which  passes  the  hotel. 

A  very  large  looking-glass  in  a  gilt  frame 
surmounted  the  mantelpiece,  on  which  stood  two 
or  three  little  blue  vases.  Paper  of  a  light  colour 
and  a  large  flowing  arabesque  pattern  with  a  broad 
frieze  covered  the  walls.  There  was  not  a  single 
picture  of  any  kind  in  the  room,  neither  steel 
engraving,  nor  lithograph,  nor  chromo ;  and 
remembering  what  pictures  usually  are,  even  in 
the  best  of  hotels,  it  was  perhaps  just  as  well  that 
there  should  have  been  none  in  that  room  at 
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the  Queen's.  Yet  during  the  many  hours  I 
spent  there  the  bareness  of  the  walls  often 
worried  me. 

Against  the  one  that  faced  the  fireplace  stood 
a  small  sideboard.  Then  on  another  side  was  a 
sofa,  and  here  and  there  were  half  a  dozen  chairs. 
The  room  was  rich  in  tables,  it  counted  no  fewer 
than  five.  On  a  folding  card-table  in  one  corner 
M.  Zola's  stock  of  letter  and  '  copy '  paper,  his 
weighing  scales  for  letters,  his  envelopes,  pens,  and 
pencils,  were  duly  set  out.  Then  in  front  of  the 
central  window  was  the  table  at  which  he  worked 
every  morning.  It  was  of  mahogany,  little  more 
than  three  feet  long  and  barely  two  feet  wide. 
Whenever  he  raised  his  eyes  from  his  writing,  he 
could  see  the  road  below  him,  and  the  houses 
across  the  way.  On  a  similar  table  at  another  of 
the  windows  he  usually  kept  such  books  and 
reviews  as  reached  him  from  France. 

In  the  centre  of  the  room,  under  the  electric 
lights — which,  however,  were  only  fitted  towards 
the  end  of  M.  Zola's  sojourn  at  the  hotel,  so 
that  throughout  the  winter  a  paraffin  lamp 
supplied  the  necessary  illumination — stood  the 
table  at  which  one  lunched  and  dined.  It  was 

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round  and  would  just  accommodate  four  persons. 
Finally,  beside  M.  Zola's  favourite  arm-chair, 
near  the  fireplace,  was  a  little  gipsy  table,  on 
which  he  usually  kept  the  day's  newspapers, 
and  perchance  the  volume  he  was  reading  at  the 
time. 

A  doorway  on  the  same  side  as  the  fireplace 
gave  ingress  to  the  bedchamber,  which  was  smaller 
than  the  sitting-room,  and  adequately,  but  by  no 
means  luxuriously  furnished. 

On  the  little  writing-table  near  the  middle 
window  were  first  a  small  inkstand  belonging  to 
the  hotel,  then  a  few  paper-weights  covering 
memoranda  jotted  down  on  little  square  pieces  of 
paper,  about  three  inches  long  either  way,  together 
with  an  old  yellowish  newspaper  which  did  duty 
as  a  blotting  pad  ;  and  a  pen  with  a  '  j '  nib  and 
a  very  heavy  ivory  handle,  so  heavy,  indeed,  that 
though  the  master  often  offered  it  to  me  I  could 
never  write  with  it.  With  this  pen,  however,  he 
himself  did  all  his  work.  That  work  he  generally 
cleared  away  before  lunch,  and  locked  up  in  his 
bedroom  wardrobe,  so  that  by  the  time  a  visitor 
arrived  there  was  never  any  litter  in  the  sitting- 
room. 

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The  road,  viewed  from  the  writing-table  window, 
was  at  times  fairly  lively.  Nursemaids  and 
children,  bicyclists  and  others  passed  constantly 
to  and  fro.  Stylish  carriages  also  rolled  by  during 
the  afternoon,  and  at  intervals  a  little  green 
omnibus  went  its  way  at  a  slow  jog-trot.  The 
detached  villa  residences  on  the  other  side  of  the 
road  were,  however,  singularly  lifeless.  One  day 
M.  Zola  remarked  to  me :  '  I  have  never  seen  a 
soul  in  those  houses  during  all  the  months  I  have 
been  here.  They  are  occupied  certainly,  for  the 
window  blinds  are  pulled  up  every  morning  and 
lowered  every  evening,  but  I  can  never  detect  who 
does  this  ;  and  I  have  never  seen  anybody  leave 
the  houses  or  enter  them.' 

At  last  one  afternoon  he  told  me  that  one  of 
these  villas  had  woke  up,  for  on  the  previous  day 
he  had  espied  a  lady  in  the  garden  watering  some 
flowers. 

Rather  lower  down  the  road  there  was  a  livelier 
house,  one  which  had  a  balconied  window,  which 
was  almost  invaribly  open,  and  here  servants  and 
children  were  often  to  be  seen.  'That,'  said  M. 
Zola,  '  is  the  one  little  corner  of  life  and  gaiety, 
amidst  all  the  other  silence  and  lack  of  life. 
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Whenever    I    feel   dull    or   worried    I    look  over 
there.' 

As  a  rule  the  Queen's  Hotel  itself  is,  as  I  have 
already  mentioned,  a  very  quiet  place  ;  but  now 
and  again  a  wedding  breakfast  was  given  there. 
Broughams  and  landaus  would  then  roll  over  the 
gravel  sweep,  and  M.  Zola  and  I  would  at  times 
lean  out  of  the  windows  and  exchange  opinions 
with  respect  to  the  bridal  pair  and  the  guests. 
What  surprised  and  amused  him,  on  one  occasion 
when  a  wedding  party  came  to  the  hotel,  was  to 
notice  that  all  the  coachmen  of  the  carriages  wore 
yellow  flowers  and  favours  ;  for  in  France  yellow 
is  not  only  associated  with  jealousy,  but  also  with 
conjugal  faithlessness. 

'  If  those  flowers  are  to  be  taken  as  an  omen,' 
said  M.  Zola  to  me,  '  that  happy  pair  will  soon  be 
in  the  Divorce  Court.' 

During  the  latter  part  of  his  stay  at  Norwood, 
when  the  door  between  his  bed  and  sitting  room 
remained  open,  one  could  see  on  a  chest  of  drawers 
in  the  former  apartment  a  pair  of  life-size  porcelain 
cats,  coloured  a  purplish  maroon,  with  sparkling 
yellow  glass  eyes,  and  an  abundance  of  fantastic 
yellow  spots.  These  cats  had  been  bought  by  him 
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as  a  souvenir  of  England  and  English  art,  for  he 
was  much  struck  by  their  oddity.  He  had  been 
offered  others — for  instance,  white  ones  with  little 
coloured  landscapes  printed  all  over  their  backs 
and  sides — surely  as  idiotic  an  embellishment  as 
any  insane  potter  could  devise — but  although  these 
had  sorely  tempted  him  he  had  finally  decided  in 
favour  of  the  maroon  and  yellow  abominations. 

A  little  girl  of  mine,  who  found  herself  face  to 
face  with  those  cats  one  day  in  his  room,  was 
quite  startled  by  them,  and  has  since  expressed 
the  opinion  that  Sir  John  Tenniel  ought  to  have 
seen  them  before  he  drew  the  Cheshire  cat  for 
'  Alice  in  Wonderland.'  For  my  own  part  I  can 
imagine  the  laughter  and  the  jeers  of  M.  Zola's 
artistic  friends  when  those  choice  specimens  of 
British  art  are  shown  to  them  in  Paris. 

At  intervals  during  his  long  sojourn  at  the 
Queen's  Hotel  M.  Zola  received  a  few  brief  visits 
from  French  friends,  chiefly  literary  men  and 
politicians,  whose  names  need  not  be  mentioned, 
but  who  have  identified  themselves  with  the  cause 
of  Revision.  At  times  these  gentlemen  found 
themselves  in  London  on  other  matters,  and 
profited  by  the  opportunity  to  run  down  to 
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Norwood.  On  other  occasions  they  made  the 
journey  from  France  for  the  especial  purpose  of 
quieting  M.  Zola's  impatience,  and  telling  him 
that  he  must  not  yet  think  of  returning  home. 
Again,  M.  Fasquelle,  the  French  publisher,  came 
over  four  or  five  times,  now  on  business  and  now 
in  a  friendly  way. 

I  think  that  during  the  seven  or  eight  months 
that  M.  Zola  stayed  at  the  Queen's  Hotel,  he 
received  altogether  some  ten  visits  from  com 
patriots,  which  visits  were  often  of  only  an  hour  or 
two's  duration.  Thus,  Mme.  Zola  having  returned 
to  France,  he  was  frequently  very  much  alone. 

During  the  last  months  of  his  exile  my  wife 
fell  seriously  ill,  and  I  could  not  then  go  so  often 
to  Norwood.  Afterwards  ague  caught  me  in  its 
grip,  and  my  visits  ceased  for  two  or  three 
successive  weeks.  All  I  could  do  in  an  emergency 
was  to  place  my  eldest  daughter  or  my  son  at 
M.  Zola's  disposal. 

The  foreign  visitors  he  received — by  foreign  I 
mean  non- French — were  (apart  from  the  Ware- 
hams,  myself  and  family)  very  few  in  number.  I 
think  that  an  eminent  Russian  publicistc  who 
happened  to  be  a  personal  friend  (M.  Zola  has 
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long  been  popular  in  Russia,  where  even  the 
Emperor  has  read  many  of  his  books)  saw  him  on 
one  occasion.  Then,  when  M.  Yves  Guyot  called, 
he  brought  with  him  an  English  friend  who  was 
pledged  to  secrecy. 

A  well-known  English  novelist  and  art  critic, 
M.  Zola's  oldest  English  friend,  and  his  earliest 
champion  in  this  country,  likewise  saw  him. 
Further,  in  a  friendly  capacity  he  received  an 
English  journalist  for  whom  he  has  much  regard, 
and  who  came  to  see  him  quite  apart  from  any 
journalistic  matters.  To  this  list  I  will  add  the 
names  of  Mr.  Andrew  Chatto  and  Mr.  Percy 
Spalding,  of  Messrs  Chatto  and  Windus,  and  Mr. 
George  P.  Brett,  of  the  Macmillan  Company  of 
New  York. 

Such,  then,  were  M.  Zola's  visitors  and  guests 
— say,  apart  from  the  Warehams,  myself  and 
family,  less  than  a  score  of  persons,  the  total 
duration  of  whose  visits  added  together  amounted 
perhaps  to  a  hundred  and  twenty  hours  spread 
over  many  long  and  trying  months. 

At  times  when  we  chatted  together,  M.  Zola 
and  myself,  and  mention  was  made  of  his  friends 
—of  persons  occasionally  whom  we  both  knew— 
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he  referred  feelingly  to  the  many  estrangements 
caused  by  the  divergence  of  views  on  the  Dreyfus 
affair.  Friends  of  twenty  and  thirty  years'  standing, 
men  who  had  laboured  side  by  side  often  in  pursuit 
of  the  same  ideal,  had  not  only  quarrelled  and 
parted  but  had  assailed  each  other  with  the 
greatest  virulence  in  the  Press  and  at  public 
meetings. 

Many  whom  he  himself  had  regarded  as  close 
and  sincere  friends  had  trodden  upon  all  the 
past  and  attacked  him  abominably,  as  though  he 
were  the  veriest  scum  of  the  earth,  Some  in  the 
earlier  stages  of  the  affair  had  hypocritically  feigned 
sympathy,  in  order  to  provoke  his  confidence,  and 
had  then  turned  round  to  hold  him  up  to  execra- 
tion and  ridicule.  One  or  two  had  behaved  so 
badly  that  he  had  refused  ever  to  receive  them  at 
his  house  again. 

He  spoke  to  me  of  an  eminent  French  litttra- 
teur  who  at  the  outset  of  the  agitation  on  behalf 
of  Dreyfus  had  immediately  promised  his  help, 
and  had  even  prepared  articles  and  appeals  on 
behalf  of  the  prisoner  of  Devil's  Island.  But  this 
litterateur  had  of  recent  years  been  lapsing  into 
mysticism,  and  at  the  behests  of  the  reverend 
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father  his  confessor,  he  had  abruptly  destroyed 
what  he  had  written,  and  gone  over  to  the  other 
side  to  wage  desperate  warfare  upon  the  cause  he 
had  promised  to  help. 

The  writer  in  question  (one  who  will  probably 
leave  a  name  in  French  literature)  was  tortured  by 
the  everlasting  fear  that  he  might  go  to  hell  when 
he  died,  and  he  was  the  more  timorous,  the  more 
easily  influenced  by  certain  persons,  as  he  suffered 
from  a  horrible,  incurable  complaint,  and  feared 
that  his  medical  man — a  bigoted  Romanist— might 
abandon  him  to  all  the  pangs  of  sudden  death  if 
he  did  not  comply  with  the  injunctions  of  the 
Church. 

Then  there  was  a  friend  of  many  years'  stand- 
ing, a  Minister  in  successive  Cabinets,  who  feigned 
that  by  remaining  in  office  he  would  be  able  to 
favour  the  cause,  and  who,  instead  of  that,  did  his 
utmost  against  it.  A  playwright  wrote  :  '  I  am 
heartily  with  you,  but  for  God's  sake  don't  say  it, 
for  my  plays  might  be  hissed.' l  Another  pro- 
minent man  started  on  a  long  journey  to  avoid 

1  Apropos  of  the  stage,  it  is  a  curious  circumstance  that  nine- 
tenths  of  '  the  profession '  in  France  are  ardent  Dreyfusards. 
Nearly  every  actor  and  actress  and  vocalist  of  note  has  been  on  the 
same  side  as  M.  Zola  from  the  outset. 

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having  to  express  any  opinion.  Nearly  all  the 
baser  passions  of  humanity  were  made  manifest 
in  some  degree — treachery,  rancour,  jealousy,  and 
moral  and  physical  cowardice. 

But,  of  course,  there  was  another  and  a  brighter 
side  to  the  picture.  There  were  men  of  high 
intellect  and  courage  who  had  not  hesitated  to 
state  their  views  and  plead  for  truth  and  justice, 
men  who,  when  in  office,  had  been  arbitrarily 
suspended  and  removed.  There  were  many  who 
had  risked  their  futures,  many  too  who,  after  years 
of  labour,  were  well  entitled  to  rest  and  retirement, 
yet  had  come  forward  with  all  the  ardour  of  youth 
to  do  battle  for  great  principles  and  save  their 
country  from  the  shame  of  a  cruel  crime. 

Adversity  makes  one  acquainted  with  strange 
bedfellows,  and  M.  Zola  was  more  than  once 
struck  by  the  heterogeneous  nature  of  the  Re- 
visionist army.  He  found  men  of  such  varied 
political  and  social  views  banded  together  for  the 
cause.  It  all  helped  to  remove  sundry  old-time 
prejudices  of  his. 

For  instance,  he  said  to  me  one  day  :  '  I  never 
cared  much  for  the  French  Protestants  ;  I  regarded 
them   as   people   of  narrow  minds,  fanatics  of  a 
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kind,  far  less  tolerant  and  human  than  the  great 
mass  of  the  Catholics.  But  they  have  behaved 
splendidly  in  this  battle  of  ours,  and  shown  them- 
selves to  be  real  men.' 

All  through  the  spring  M.  Zola  eagerly  followed 
the  inquiry  which  the  Cour  de  Cassation  was 
conducting,  and  when  M.  Ballot-Beaupre"  was 
appointed  reporter  to  the  Court,  there  came  a 
fresh  spell  of  anxiety.  M.  Ballot-Beaupr6  is  a 
man  of  natural  piety,  and  the  anti-Revisionist  news- 
papers, basing  themselves  on  his  religious  views, 
at  first  made  certain  that  he  would  show  no  mercy 
to  the  Jew  Dreyfus,  but  would  report  strongly  in 
favour  of  the  prisoner's  guilt.  Certain  Dreyfusite 
journals,  on  the  other  hand,  bitterly  attacked  the 
learned  judge  for  his  supposed  clerical  leanings  ; 
and  indeed  so  much  was  insinuated  that  M.  Zola 
for  a  short  time  half  believed  it  possible  that 
M.  Ballot-Beaupre"  might  show  himself  hostile  to 
revision. 

When  I  saw  M.  Zola  he  repeatedly  expressed 
to  me  his  feelings  of  disquietude.  Then  every- 
thing suddenly  changed.  Certain  newspapers 
discovered  that  M.  Ballot-Beaupre",  if  pious,  was 
by  no  means  a  fanatic,  and,  further,  that  he  was 

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a  very  sound  lawyer,  much  respected  by  his 
colleagues.  This  cleared  the  atmosphere,  for  it 
seemed  impossible  that  any  man  of  rectitude  and 
judgment  could  pass  over  the  damning  revelations 
which  the  Cour  de  Cassation's  inquiry,  as  pub- 
lished in  '  Le  Figaro,'  had  produced. 

Time  went  on,  and  at  last  the  issue,  so  fre- 
quently postponed,  so  longingly  awaited,  came  in 
sight.  The  week  before  the  public  proceedings  of 
the  Cour  de  Cassation  opened  M.  Zola  said  to  me : 
'  I  shall  have  finished  the  last  chapter  of  "  Fecon- 
dite""  by  Saturday  or  Sunday,  so  I  shall  have  my 
hands  quite  free  and  be  able  to  give  all  my  atten- 
tion to  what  takes  place  at  the  Courts.  I  am 
hopeful,  yes,  very  hopeful,  and  yet  at  moments 
some  horrid  doubt  will  spring  up  to  torture  me. 
But  no  !  you'll  see,  our  cause  will  gain  the  day, 
revision  will  be  granted,  and  justice  will  be 
done.' 

And  at  last  came  the  fateful  week  which  was  to 
prove  the  accuracy  of  his  surmises. 


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LAST   DAYS — DEPARTURE 

I  SPENT  the  afternoon  of  Saturday,  May  27,  with 
M.  Zola,  and  we  then  spoke  of  the  proceedings 
impending  before  the  Cour  de  Cassation.  All  our 
information  pointed  to  the  conclusion  that  the 
Court  would  give  judgment  on  the  Saturday 
following,  and  it  was  decided  that  M.  Zola  should 
return  to  France  a  few  days  afterwards.  The  date 
ultimately  agreed  upon  was  Tuesday,  June  6,  and 
the  train  selected  was  that  leaving  Charing  Cross 
for  Folkestone  at  2.45  in  the  afternoon. 

Though  according  to  every  probability  the 
Court's  judgment  would  be  in  favour  of  revision, 
M.  Zola  was  resolved  to  return  home  whatever 
might  be  the  issue,  and  such  were  his  feelings  on 
the  matter  that  nothing  any  friend  might  have 
urged  would  have  prevented  him  from  doing  so. 
As  a  matter  of  fact  one  friend  did  regard  the  return 
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as  somewhat  unwise,  and  intimated  it  both  by 
telegram  and  letter.  This  compelled  me  to  see 
M.  Zola  again  on  the  following  Tuesday  (May  30), 
but  the  objections  were  overruled  by  him,  and  the 
arrangements  which  had  been  planned  were 
adhered  to. 

M.  Zola  had  now  drafted  the  declaration  which 
he  proposed  issuing  on  the  morrow  of  his  return 
home,  and  this  he  gave  me  to  read.  It  was  the 
article  'Justice,'  published  in  'L'Aurore,'  to  which  I 
have  occasionally  referred  in  the  course  of  the 
present  narrative. 

I  left  M.  Zola  rather  late  that  Tuesday  night 
in  the  expectation  that  everything  which  had  been 
arranged  would  follow  in  due  course.  As  the 
writing  of  '  F£condit6 '  was  now  finished  he  had 
time  on  his  hands,  and  a  part  of  this  he  proposed 
to  devote  to  taking  a  few  final  snapshots  of 
Norwood,  the  Crystal  Palace,  and  surrounding 
scenery.  He  needed  something  to  do,  for  he  could 
not  sit  hour  by  hour  in  his  room  at  the  Queen's 
Hotel  anxiously  waiting  for  news  of  the  proceedings 
at  the  Paris  Palais  dc  Justice. 

For  my  part  I  had  begun  to  prepare  the  present 
narrative,    and    as    he    would    not    listen    to    my 
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repeated  offers  to  take  him  to  the  Derby,  it  was 
arranged  that  I  should  not  see  him  again  until  the 
end  of  the  week.  On  Friday,  however,  reports 
were  already  in  circulation  to  the  effect  that 
M.  Fasquelle  (M.  Zola's  French  publisher)  had 
come  to  London  for  the  purpose  of  escorting  him 
home. 

This  was  true,  and  I  foresaw  that  the  rumours 
might  lead  to  some  modification  of  our  programme  ; 
for  M.  Zola  did  not  wish  his  return  to  have  any 
public  character.  He  had  forbidden  all  the 
demonstrations  which  his  friends  in  Paris  were 
anxious  to  arrange  in  his  honour,  declaring  that  he 
desired  to  go  back  quietly  and  privately,  and  then 
at  once  place  himself  at  the  disposal  of  the 
public  prosecutor. 

On  Friday  I  sent  my  daughter  Violette  to 
Norwood  with  a  parcel  of  M.  Zola's  photographs, 
received  by  Messrs.  Chatto  and  Windus  from  Miss 
Loie  Fuller,  who  being  greatly  interested  in  the 
Clarence  Ward  of  St.  Mary's  Hospital,  particularly 
wished  M.  Zola  to  sign  these  portraits  in  order 
that  they  might  be  sold  at  a  bazaar  which  was  to 
be  held  for  the  benefit  of  the  hospital  referred  to. 
I  told  my  daughter  that  I  should  myself  go  down 
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to  the  Queen's  Hotel  on  the  morrow,  and  she 
brought  me  back  a  message  to  the  effect  that  I 
really  must  go,  as  complications  had  arisen,  and 
M.  Zola  particularly  desired  to  see  me. 

On  the  following  day,  Saturday,  I  therefore 
betook  myself  to  Norwood  with  a  parcel  of 
M.  Zola's  books,  which  I  had  received  from  Messrs. 
Macmillan  &  Co.  on  behalf  of  the  Countess  of 
Bective,  who  (prompted  by  the  same  spirit  as  Miss 
Loie  Fuller)  wished  to  sell  these  volumes  at  the 
'  Bookland  '  stall  on  the  occasion  of  the  Charing 
Cross  Hospital  Bazaar.  And  when  I  arrived  I 
found  indeed  that  it  was  most  desirable  that  the 
programme  of  M.  Zola's  departure  should  be 
modified. 

He  had  already  seen  M.  and  Mme.  Fasquelle, 
the  former  of  whom  was  much  annoyed  at  the 
reports  of  his  presence  in  London,  and  thought  it 
most  advisable  to  precipitate  the  departure.  Delay 
might,  indeed,  be  harmful  if  it  was  desired  to  avoid 
demonstrations.  Besides,  why  should  he  wait 
until  the  ensuing  Tuesday  ?  Why  not  return  the 
very  next  night— that  of  Sunday,  June  4 — by  the 
Dover  and  Calais  route  ?  Mme.  Fasquelle  had 
declared  that  she  in  no  way  objected  to  travelling 
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at  night  time  ;  and  so  far  as  the  departure  from 
London  was  concerned,  there  would  be  few  people 
about  on  a  Sunday  evening,  which  was  another 
point  to  be  considered.  I  cordially  assented,  for 
now  that  the  imminence  of  M.  Zola's  return  to 
Paris  had  been  reported  in  the  newspapers  it  was 
certain  that  delay  meant  a  possibility  of  demon- 
strations both  for  and  against  him.  In  spite  of  his 
prohibition,  many  of  his  friends  still  wished  to  greet 
him  like  a  conquering  hero  on  his  arrival  at  the 
Northern  Railway  Station  in  Paris.  And  the 
other  side  would  unfailingly  send  out  its  recruiting 
agents  to  assemble  a  contingent  of  loafers  at  two 
francs  per  demonstration,  who  would  be  duly 
instructed  to  yell '  Conspuez,'  and  '  A  bas  les  juifs.' 
Then  a  brawl  would  inevitably  follow. 

Now  M.  Zola  (as  I  have  already  mentioned) 
did  not  wish  for  a  homecoming  of  that  kind. 
There  was  no  question  of  refusing  to  'face  the 
music,'  of  shunning  a  hostile  crowd,  and  so  forth. 
It  was  purely  and  simply  a  matter  of  dignity  and 
of  doing  nothing  that  might  lead  to  a  disturbance 
of  the  public  peace.  The  triumph  of  justice  was 
undoubtedly  imminent,  and  it  must  not  be  followed 
by  disorder. 

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When  I  had  expressed  my  concurrence  in  the 
views  held  by  M.  Zola  and  M.  Fasquelle,  M.  Zola 
and  I  attended  to  business.  First  came  the  ques- 
tion of  Lady  Bective's  books,  in  each  of  which  a 
suitable  inscription  was  inserted.  Afterwards,  in  a 
friend's  birthday  book  M.  Zola  inscribed  his  famous, 
epoch-making  phrase,  '  Truth  is  on  the  march,  and 
nothing  will  be  able  to  stop  it.'  Finally,  a  few 
brief  notes  were  written  and  posted,  and  work  was 
over. 

For  a  little  while  we  chatted  together.  Some 
notable  incidents  connected  with  the  interminable 
Affair  had  occurred  during  the  last  few  days. 
Colonel  du  Paty  de  Clam,  for  whose  arrest  the 
Revisionist  journals  had  clamoured  so  long  and  so 
pertinaciously,  had  at  last  been  cast  into  prison. 
In  M.  Zola's  estimation,  the  Colonel's  arrest  had 
been  merely  a  question  of  time  ever  since  the  day 
when  one  had  learnt  that  he  had  disguised  himself 
with  a  false  beard  and  blue  glasses  when  he  went 
to  meet  the  notorious  Esterhazy. 

'  A  man  may  be  guilty  of  any  misdeed  and  may 

yet  find  forgiveness  and  even  favour,'  M.  Zola  had 

then  said  to  me,  'but  he  must  not  make  himself, 

his  profession,  and  his  cause  ridiculous.     In  France, 

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as  you  know,  "  ridicule  kills."  The  false  beard 
and  the  blue  spectacles,  following  the  veiled  lady, 
are  decisive.  One  need  scarcely  trouble  any 
further  about  M.  du  Paty  de  Clam.  His  fate  is  as 
good  as  sealed.' 

And  now  that  the  Colonel  had  at  last  been 
arrested,  the  master  remarked,  '  The  military  party 
is  throwing  him  over  to  us  as  a  kind  of  sop  ;  it 
would  be  delighted  to  make  him  the  general  scape- 
goat, and  thereby  save  all  the  other  culprits.  But 
it  won't  do.  There  are  men  higher  placed  than 
Du  Paty  who  must  bear  their  share  of  censure  and, 
if  need  be,  punishment.' 

Then  we  spoke  of  Esterhazy,  '  that  fine  type  for 
a  melodrama  or  a  novel  of  the  romantic  school,'  as 
M.  Zola  often  remarked.  The  Commandant  had 
just  acknowledged  to  the  '  Times  '  and  the  '  Daily 
Chronicle'  that  the  famous  bordereau  had  been 
penned  by  him,  and  we  laughed  at  the  remem- 
brance of  his  squabbles  on  this  subject  with  the 
proprietress  of  another  newspaper.  How  indig- 
nantly he  had  then  denied  having  ever  acknow- 
ledged the  authorship  of  the  bordereau,  and  how 
complacently  he  now  admitted  it  !  As  for  the 
circumstances  under  which  he  asserted  the  docu- 

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ment  to  have  been  written,  M.  Zola  could  make 
nothing  of  them.  '  So  far,  the  explanations  explain 
nothing,'  said  he ;  '  take  them  whichever  way  you 
will,  there  is  no  sense,  no  plausibility  even,  in  them. 
Hitherto  I  always  thought  Esterhazy  a  very  shrewd 
and  clever  man,  but  after  reading  his  statements 
in  the  "  Times  "  and  the  "  Chronicle  "  I  no  longer 
know  what  to  think.  Still,  one  point  is  gained  ; 
he  admits  having  written  the  bordereau,  and  others 
hereafter  will  tell  us  the  exact  circumstances  under 
which  he  did  so.  Colonel  Sandherr,  at  whose 
bidding  he  says  he  wrote  it,  is  dead  ;  but  others 
who  know  a  great  deal  about  him  are  still  alive.' 

While  M.  Zola  thus  expressed  himself,  we  sat 
face  to  face,  he  in  his  favourite  arm  chair  on  one  side 
of  the  fireplace,  and  I  on  the  other,  in  the  familiar 
room,  with  its  three  windows  overlooking  the  lively 
road,  while  all  around  curvetted  the  scrolls  and 
arabesques  of  the  light  fawn-tinted  wall  paper. 
And  after  chatting  about  Du  Paty  and  Esterhazy 
we  gradually  lapsed  into  silence.  It  was  a  fateful 
hour.  There  were  ninety-nine  probabilities  out  of 
a  hundred  that  the  decision  of  the  Cour  de  Cassa- 
tion would  be  given  that  same  afternoon  ;  and 
whatever  that  decision  might  be  we  felt  certain  that 
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before  it  was  made  public  by  any  newspaper  in 
London  we  should  be  apprised  of  it.  We  knew  that 
five  minutes  after  judgment  should  have  been 
pronounced  a  telegram  would  be  speeding  through 
the  wires  to  the  Queen's  Hotel,  Norwood. 

M.  Zola  did  not  tell  me  his  thoughts,  yet  I 
could  guess  them.  We  can  generally  guess  the 
thoughts  of  those  we  love.  But  the  hours  went  by 
and  nothing  came.  How  long  they  were,  those 
judges !  Whatever  could  be  the  cause  of  their 
delay  ?  Surely — trained,  practised  men  that  they 
were,  men  who  had  spent  their  lives  in  seeking  and 
proclaiming  the  truth — surely  no  element  of  doubt 
could  have  penetrated  their  minds  at  the  final,  the 
supreme  moment. 

Ah  !  the  waiter  entered,  and  there  on  his  salver 
lay  a  buff  envelope,  within  which  must  surely  be 
the  ardently  awaited  message  that  would  tell  us  of 
victory  or  defeat.  M.  Zola  could  scarcely  tear 
that  envelope  open  ;  his  hands  trembled  violently. 
And  then  came  an  anti-climax.  The  wire  was 
from  M.  Fasquelle,  who  announced  that  he  and 
his  wife  were  inviting  themselves  to  dinner  at 
Norwood  that  evening. 

It   was   welcome   news,  but  not  the  news  so 
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LAST   DAYS— DEPARTURE 

impatiently  expected.  And,  at  last,  suspense 
becoming  intolerable,  I  resolved  to  go  out  and  try 
to  purchase  some  afternoon  newspapers. 

There  had  been  rumours  to  the  effect  that  as 
each  individual  judge  might  preface  his  decision 
by  a  declaration  of  the  reasons  which  prompted  it, 
the  final  judgment  might  after  all  be  postponed 
until  Monday.  Both  M.  Zola  and  I  had  thought 
this  improbable  ;  still,  there  was  a  possibility  of 
such  delay,  and  perhaps  it  was  on  account  of  a 
postponement  of  the  kind  that  the  telegram  we 
awaited  had  not  arrived. 

I  scoured  Upper  Norwood  for  afternoon  papers. 
There  was,  however,  nothing  to  the  point  at  that 
hour  (about  five  P.M.)  in  '  The  Evening  News,'  the 
'  Globe,'  the  '  Echo,'  the  '  Star,'  the  '  Sun,'  the  three 
'  Gazettes.'  They,  like  we,  were  '  waiting  for  the 
verdict.'  I  went  as  far  as  the  lower  level  station 
in  the  hope  of  finding  some  newspaper  that  might 
give  an  inkling  of  the  position,  and  I  found  nothing 
at  all.  It  was  extremely  warm,  and  I  was  some- 
what excited.  Thus  I  was  perspiring  terribly  by 
the  time  I  returned  to  the  hotel,  to  learn  that  no 
telegram  had  come  as  yet,  that  things  were  still  in 
statu  quo. 

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Then  all  at  once  the  waiter  came  up  again  with 
another  buff  envelope  lying  on  his  plated  salver. 
And  this  time  our  anticipations  were  realised  ; 
here  at  last  was  the  expected  news.  M.  Zola  read 
the  telegram,  then  showed  it  to  me. 

It  was  brief,  but  sufficient.  '  Cheque  postponed,' 
it  said  ;  and  Zola  knew  what  those  words  meant. 
'  Cheque  paid '  would  have  signified  that  not  only 
had  revision  been  granted,  but  that  all  the  proceed- 
ings against  Dreyfus  were  quashed,  and  that  he 
would  not  even  have  to  be  re-tried  by  another 
court-martial.  And  in  a  like  way  '  cheque  unpaid  ' 
would  have  meant  that  revision  had  been  refused 
by  the  Court.  '  Cheque  postponed '  implied  the 
granting  of  revision  and  a  new  court-martial. 

The  phraseology  of  this  telegram,  as  of  previous 
ones,  had  long  since  been  arranged.  For  months 
many  seemingly  innocent  '  wires '  had  been  full  of 
meaning.  There  had  been  no  more  enigmatical 
telegrams,  as  at  the  time  of  Henry's  arrest  and 
death,  but  telegrams  drafted  in  accordance  with 
M.  Zola's  instructions  and  each  word  of  which  was 
perfectly  intelligible  to  him. 

It  often  happened  that  the  newspaper  corre- 
spondents '  were  not  in  it.'  Things  were  known 

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to  M.  Zola  and  at  times  to  myself  hours — and  even 
days — before  there  was  any  mention  of  them  in 
print.  The  blundering  anti-Dreyfusites  have  often 
if  not  invariably  overlooked  the  fact  that  their 
adversaries  number  men  of  acumen,  skill,  and 
energy.  Far  from  it  being  true  that  money  has 
played  any  role  in  the  affair,  everything  has  virtually 
been  achieved  by  brains  and  courage.  In  fact, 
from  first  to  last,  the  Revisionist  agitation,  whilst 
proving  that  the  Truth  must  always  ultimately 
conquer,  has  likewise  shown  the  supremacy  of  true 
intellect  over  every  other  force  in  the  world, 
whether  wealth,  or  influence,  or  fanaticism. 

But  I  must  return  to  M.  Zola.  He  now  knew 
all  he  wished  to  know.  As  there  had  been  no 
postponement  of  the  Court's  decision  there  need 
be  none  of  his  return.  A  telegram  to  Paris 
announcing  his  departure  from  London  was  hastily 
drafted  and  I  hurried  with  it  to  the  post-office, 
meeting  on  my  way  M.  and  Mme.  Fasquelle, 
who  were  walking  towards  the  Queen's  Hotel. 

We    had    a    right    merry    little    dinner    that 

evening.     We  were   all    in  the    best   of  humours. 

M.  Zola's    face    was    radiant.     A    great    victory 

had  been  won  ;  and  then,  too,  he  was  going  home  ! 

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He  recalled  the  more  amusing  incidents  of 
his  exile ;  it  seemed  to  him,  said  he,  as  if  for 
months  and  months  he  had  been  living  in  a  dream. 

And  M.  Fasquelle  broke  in  with  a  reminder 
that  M.  Zola  must  be  very  careful  when  he 
reached  his  house,  and  must  in  no  wise  damage 
the  historic  table  for  which  he,  Fasquelle,  had 
given  such  a  pile  of  money  at  the  memorable 
auction  in  the  Rue  de  Bruxelles. 

Ah,  that  table  !  We  were  in  a  mood  to  laugh 
about  anything,  and  we  laughed  at  the  thought  of 
the  table  ;  at  the  thought,  too,  of  all  the  simple- 
minded  folk  who  had  imagined  that  they  would  be 
able  to  purchase  'souvenirs'  at  the  auction  so 
abruptly  brought  to  an  end. 

Then  the  Fasquelles,  having  been  to  the  Oaks 
on  the  previous  day,  began  to  talk  of  Epsom,  and 
the  scene,  unique  in  the  whole  world,  which  the 
famous  racecourse  presents  during  Derby  week. 
M.  Zola  half  regretted  that  he  had  missed  going. 
'  But  I  will  go  everywhere  and  see  everything,'  he 
repeated,  '  the  next  time  I  come  to  England.  I 
shall  then  be  able  to  do  so  openly,  without  any 
playing  at  hide  and  seek.  Oh,  it  won't  be  till 
after  the  Paris  Exhibition,  that  is  certain  ;  but  I 
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have  written  an  oratorio  for  which  Bruneau  has 
composed  the  music,  and  if  it  is  sung  in  London, 
as  I  hope,  I  shall  come  over  and  spend  a  month 
going  about  everywhere.  But,  of  course,'  he 
added,  with  a  twinkle  in  his  eyes,  '  I  have  about 
two  years'  imprisonment  to  do  as  things  stand,  so  I 
must  make  no  positive  promises.' 

The  rest  is  soon  told.  Final  arrangements 
were  made,  and  we  came  away,  M.  and  Mme. 
Fasquelle  and  myself,  about  ten  o'clock.  '  It  is 
your  last  night  of  exile,'  I  said  to  M.  Zola  as  I 
pressed  his  hand,  '  and  it  will  soon  be  over.  You 
must  try  to  sleep  well.1 

'  Sleep  ! '  he  replied.  '  Oh,  there  is  no  sleep 
for  me  to-night.  From  this  moment  I  shall  be 
counting  the  hours,  the  very  minutes.' 

1  It  will  make  a  change  for  you,  Vizetelly,' 
said  M.  Fasquelle,  as  he,  Mme.  Fasquelle,  and 
myself  walked  towards  the  railway  station.  '  You 
will  be  missing  him  now.' 

This  was  true.  All  the  routine,  all  the  alertes, 
the  meetings,  the  missions  of  those  eleven  months 
were  about  to  cease  abruptly.  What  had  at 
first  seemed  to  me  novel  had  with  time  become 
confirmed  habit,  and  for  the  first  few  days 
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after    M.  Zola's   departure   I    felt   my  occupation 
gone. 

That  departure  took  place,  as  arranged,  on 
Sunday  evening,  June  4.  It  was  the  day  when 
President  Loubet  was  cowardly  assailed  at  a  race- 
meeting  by  the  friends  and  partisans  of  the  foolish 
Duke  of  Orleans  ;  but  of  all  that  we  remained 
(pro  tern.}  in  blissful  ignorance.  The  Fasquelles 
went  down  to  Norwood  and  brought  M.  Zola  to 
Victoria.  I  was  busy  during  the  day  preparing 
for  the  '  Westminster  Gazette  '  an  English  epitome 
of  the  declaration  which  '  L'Aurore '  was  to  publish 
on  the  morrow.  That  work  accomplished,  I  met 
the  others  on  their  arrival  in  town.  Wareham  had 
been  warned  of  the  change  in  the  programme  on 
the  previous  night,  and  came  up  from  Wimbledon 
with  my  wife.  There  was  a  hasty  scramble  of  a 
dinner  at  a  restaurant  near  Victoria.  We  were 
served,  I  remember,  by  a  very  amusing  and 
familiar  waiter,  who,  addressing  M.  Zola  by  pre- 
ference (I  wonder  if  he  recognised  him  ? ),  kept  on 
repeating  that  he  was  '  a  citizen  of  the  most  noble 
Helvetian  Confederation,'  and  assured  us  that 
potatoes  for  two  would  be  ample,  and  that  chicken 
for  three  would  be  as  much  as  we  should  care  to 
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LAST    DAYS— DEPARTURE 

eat.  'Take  this,'  said  he,  'it's  to-day's.  Don't 
have  that,  it  was  cooked  yesterday.'  And  all  this 
made  us  extremely  merry.  '  It  seems  to  me  more 
than  ever  that  I  am  living  in  a  dream,'  said  M. 
Zola  after  a  final  laugh.  '  That  waiter  has  given 
the  finishing  touch  to  my  illusion.' 

The  train  started  at  nine  P.M.,  and  we  had  a 
full  quarter  of  an  hour  at  our  disposal  for  our 
leave-takings  in  the  dimly-lighted  station.  There 
were  few  passengers  travelling  that  night,  and  few 
loiterers  about.  We  made  M.  Zola  take  his  seat 
in  a  compartment,  and  stood  on  guard  before  it 
talking  to  him.  Only  one  gentleman,  a  short, 
dapper  individual  with  mutton-chop  whiskers 
(Wareham  suggested  that  he  looked  like  a  barrister), 
paid  any  attention  to  the  master,  and,  it  may  be, 
recognised  him.  For  the  rest,  all  went  well. 
There  were  au  revoirs  and  handshakes  all  round, 
and  messages,  too,  for  one  and  another.  And  M. 
Zola  would  have  his  little  joke.  '  If  you  should 
come  across  Esterhazy,'  he  said  to  me,  '  tell  him  that 
I've  gone  back,  and  ask  him  when  he's  coming.' 

'  Well,'  I  replied,  '  he  will  probably  want 
another  safe-conduct  before  answering  that 
question.' 

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WITH    ZOLA    IN    ENGLAND 

'  Do  you  think  that  a  safe-conduct  to  take 
Dreyfus's  place  would  suit  him  ? '  was  M.  Zola's 
retort. 

But  the  clock  was  now  on  the  stroke  of  the 
hour,  the  carriage  doors  were  hastily  closed,  and 
the  signal  for  departure  was  given. 

'  Au  revoir>  au  revoirT  A  last  handshake, 
and  the  train  started.  For  another  half-minute 
we  could  see  our  dear  and  illustrious  friend  at  his 
carriage  window  waving  his  arm  to  us.  And  then 
he  was  gone.  The  responsibility  which  had  so 
long  rested  on  Wareham  and  myself  was  ended  ; 
Emile  Zola's  exile  was  virtually  over :  shortly 
after  five  o'clock  on  the  following  morning  he 
would  once  more  be  in  Paris,  ready  to  take  his 
part  in  the  final,  crowning  act  of  one  of  the  greatest 
dramas  that  the  world  has  ever  witnessed.  Truth 
was  still  marching  on,  and  assuredly  nothing 
would  be  able  to  stop  it. 

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Herr  Paulas. 
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ROB.  BUCHANAN  &  HY.  MURRAY. 
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The  Village  Corned  v 


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Mo  Name.    I  Autonina 
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Queen  of  Hearts. 
My  Miscellanies. 
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Corintuia  Harazlon. 

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Col.  Starbottle's  Client. 
SUIT.      |     Sally  Oowi. 

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Mount  Despair. 
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Elllce  Qaentia. 
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Fortune's  Fool. 

11  and  Town. 
1AWTHORNE. 

Beatrix  Randolph. 
David  Poindexter's  Die- 
appearance. 
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Cynic  Fortune. 

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The  Bishops'  Bible. 
One  Traveller  Returns. 
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'  Ball  Tin  1  ' 

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By  I.  HENDERSON.-AgathaPage. 

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Dorothy's  Double.  | 

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By  TIGHE   HOPKINS. 
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For  Freedom.          |  The  Incomplete  Adveniurer. 

Incomplete  Adventurer. 
By  Mrs.  HUNGERFORD. 


Lady  Venter's  Flight. 
The  Red  House  Mystery 
The  Three  Graces. 
Professor's  Experiment 


Nora  Creina. 

An  Anxious  Moment. 

April's  Lady. 

Peter's  Wifo. 

Levies. 


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The  Coming  of  Ohloe. 

By  Mrs.  ALFRED  HUNT. 

The  Leaden  Casket.         I  Self  Condemned. 
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Honour  of  Thieves. 

By  R.  ASHE  KING. 

A  Drawn  Game. 

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The  President  of  Boravia. 

By  EDMOND  LEPELLETIER. 

Madam*  Bans  Gene. 

By  ADAM  LILBURN. 

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By  HARRY  LINDSAY. 

Khoda  Roberts. 

By  HENRY  W.  LUCY. -Gideon  Fleyc* 
By  E.  LYNN   LINTON. 


Patricia  Xemball. 
Under  which  Lord  ? 
•  My  Love  I  •     |   lone. 
Fasten  Carew. 
Bowing  the  Wind. 


The  Atonement  of  Leant 

Dundas. 

The  World  Well  Lost. 
The  One  Too  Many. 


With  a  Silken  Thread. 

By  JUSTIN  MCCARTHY. 

Donna  Quixote. 

Maid  of  Athens. 

The  Comet  of  a  Season 

The  Dictator. 

Red  Diamonds. 

The  Riddle  Ring. 

The  Three  Disgraces. 


A  Fair  Saxon. 

LI  aliy  Rochford. 

Dear  Lady  Disdain. 

Camiola 

Waterdale  Neighbours 

My  Eremy  s  Daughter. 

Mil*  Mls.iutliropo. 


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A  London  Legend.          |  The  Royal  Christopher. 

By  GEORGE  MACDONALD. 
Heather  and  Snow.         I  Phantaste*. 
By  PAUL  &  VICTOR  MARGUERITTE 
The  Disaster 

By  L.  T.  MEADE. 


The      Voice 
Charmer. 


of     the 


A  Soldier  of  Fortune. 

In  an  Iron  Grip. 

Dr.  l;u  nuey'B  Patient. 

By  LEONARD  MERRICK. 
This  Stage  of  Fools.       |  Cynthia. 

By  BERTRAM  MITFORD 
The  Gun  Runner.  I  The  King's  AsBegal. 

LuckofGerardRldgeley.  |  Rensh.  Fanning'iQuest. 

By  J.  E.  MUDDOCK. 
Maid  Marian  and  Kobin  Hood. 
Basile  the  Jester.  I  Toung  Lochlnvar. 

By  D.  CHRISTIE  MURRAY. 


By  W.  E.  NORRIS. 

Saint  Ann's.  |  Billy  Bellow. 

By  G.  OHNET. 
A  Weird  Gift. 

By  Mrs.  OLIPHANT. 
The  Sorceress. 

By  OUIDA. 


Held  in  Bondage. 

Strathmore.  |  Chandos. 
Under  Two  Flags. 
Idalia.  iGage. 

Cecil     Castlemalnes 
Tricotrin.     |    Puck. 
Folle  Farine. 
A  Dog  of  Flanders. 
Pancarel.      |    Signa. 
Princess  Napraxine. 
Two  Wooden  Shoes. 


In  a  Winter  City. 
Friendship. 
Moths.       |    Rnfflno. 

Pipistrcllo   |  Ariadne. 
A  Village  Commune. 
Bimbl.       |    Wanda. 
Frescoes.   |    Othm.ir. 
In  Maremma. 
Syrlln.        |  ttmlderoy. 
Santa  Barbara. 
Two  Offenders. 


By  MARGARET  A.  PAUL. 

Gentle  and  Simple. 

By  JAMES  PAYN. 


Under  One  Roof. 
Glow  worm  Ta  es 
The  Talk  of  the  Town. 
Holiday  Tasks. 
For  Cash  Only. 
The  Burnt  Million. 
The  Word  and  the  Will. 
Sunny  Stories. 
A  Trying  Patfnnt. 
A  Modern  DUk  Whit- 
tington. 


Lost  Sir  Massmgberd. 
Less  Black  than  We're 

Painted. 

A  Confidential  Agent. 
A  Grape  from  a  Thorn. 
In  Peril  and  Privatio 
The   Mystery   of  M 
By  Proxy.         [bridge. 
The  Canon's  Ward. 
Walter's  Word. 
High  Spirits. 

By  WILL  PAYNE. 
Jerry  the  Dreamer. 

By  Mrs.  CAMPBELL  PRAED. 
Outlaw  and  Lawmaker.  I  Mrs.  Tregaskias. 
Christina  Chard.  |  Nnlma. 

By  E.  C.  PRICE. 

Valentina.  |  Foreigners.  I  Mrs.  Lancaster's  Rival. 
By  RICHARD  PRYCE. 

Miss  Maxwell's  Affections. 

By  MM.  J.  H.  RIDDEI.L. 

Weird  Stories. 

By  AMELIE  RIVES, 

Barbara  Dering.  |  Merlel. 

By  F.  W.  ROBINSON. 

The  Hands  of  Justice.    I  Woman  In  the  Dark. 

By  HERBERT   RUSSELL. 

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By  CHARLES  RBADB. 

Peg    Wofflngton ;     and    Love   He  Little,  Lor* 

Christie  Johnitone. 
Hard  Cash. 
Cloister  *  the  Hearth. 
Never  Too  Late  to  Mend 
Ike    Coarse    of    True 

LOT*  Never  Did  Ran  |  A  Terrible  Temptatloi 

Smooth  ;    and  Single- !  A  Simpleton. 

heart  andDoublefuce.  ;  A  Woman  Hater. 
Ant-biography     of      a     The  Jilt.  \- c.tuerStories: 

Thief,     Jack    of    all      &  Good  Stories  of  Man 

Tradu ;    A  Hero  and       and  other  Animal*. 

a  Martyr  ;    and  The     A  Perilous  Secret. 

Wandering  Heir.          j  ReaoUana:     and    Bible 
Oriflth  Gaunt.  I      Character!. 

By  W.  CLARK   RUSSELL. 
Round  the  Oalley  Fire.  >  Hy  Shipmate  Lonlie. 
IB  the  Hiddle  Watch. 
On  the  Fokile  Head. 
A  Voyate  to  the  Cape. 
Book  for  the  Hammock. 


Myiteryof ' Ocean  Star 
The  K' ounce  of  Jenny 

Harlowe. 
An  Ocean  Tragedy. 


ieonWidoWidi-Sea. 
Tiie  Phantom  Death. 
Ii  He  the  Han  1 
Good  Shio     Mohock.' 
The  Convict  ship. 
H-art  of  Oak. 
The  Tale  of  the  Ten. 
The  Last  Entry. 


By   DORA   RUSSELL. 

A  Country  bwectheart.  |  Tbe  Drift  of  Fate. 

By  BAYLE  ST.  JOHN. 
A  Levantine  Family. 

By  ADELINE  SERGEANT. 
Dr.  Endicott  *  Experiment. 

By  GEORGE  R.  SIMS. 

Once  Upon  a  ChrUtaa*  Tim*. 

By  HAWLEY   SMART. 


Without  Love  or  Licence 
The  Muter  of  Rathkelly. 
Loag  Odd* 


The  Outsider. 
Beatrice  &  Benedick. 
A  Racing  Rubber. 


By  T.  W.  SPEIGHT. 


A  Minion  of  the  Hoon. 
The  Secret  of  Wyvern 

Toweri. 


A  Secret  of  the  Sea. 
The  Orey  Monk. 
The  Ha*t<r  of  Trenance 
The  Doom  of  Siva. 

By  ALAN  ST.  AUBYN. 
A  Fellow  of  Trinity.        i  In  Face  of  the  World. 
The  Junior  Dean.  I  Orchard  Damerel. 

Uaster erst. Benedict'*.  |  The Tremlelt DLtmonda. 
To  hi*  Own  Master  Fortune'*  Gate. 

By  JOHN  STAFFORD.-DorUandL 

By  RICCARUO  STEPHENS. 
Tbe  Cruciform  Hark. 

By   R.  A.  STERNDALE. 
The  Afghan  Knife. 

By  R.  LOUIS  STEVENSON. 

Tbe  Buloide  Club. 

By   BERTHA  THOMAS. 

Proad  Maiste.  |  The  Violin  Player. 

By  ANTHONY   TROLLOPE. 
The  W»y  we  Live  Now.  I   Scarborough  *  Family. 
Fran  Frohmann.  |  The  Land  Utacner* 


By  FRANCES   E.  TROLLOPS. 

Like   ship*   upon  the  I  Anne  f  urneu. 
Sea.  |  Mabel  s  Progveu. 

By  IVAN  TURGENIEFF,  &c. 
Storie*  from  Foreign  Novelist*. 

By  MARK  TWAIN. 


Mark    Twain  i     Choice 

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of  Humour. 

The  Innocent*  Abroad. 
Roughing  It ;    and  The 

Innocent*  at  Home. 
A  Tramp  Abroad. 

'1  he  American  Claimant. 
Adven*ure*TomSawyer 


Tom  Sawyer, Detective, 
Pudd  nhead  Wilson. 
The  Gilded  Age. 
Piince  and  the  Pauper, 
Life  on  the  UisiUaippl, 
The    Adventure*    of 

Huckleberry  Finn. 
A  Yankee  at  the  Court 

of  King  Arthur. 
Stolen  wnite  Elephant. 


Tom  Sawyer  Abroad'       I  £1.000.003  Bank-note. 

By  C.   C.   FRASER-TYTLER. 
Uiitreu  Judith. 

By  SARAH  TYTLER. 

Burled  Diamond*.  Mrs   Cirmlchael's  God' 

The  Blackball  Ghost*.          dosses,  i  Lady  Bell. 
The  MacdonUd  Lai*.        Rachel  Langton. 
The  Witch-Wife.  Sapphira 

By  ALLEN   UPWARD. 
The  Queen  againitOwen  I  ThePrinceof  B.ilkistan. 

By   E.  A.  VIZETELLY. 

The  Scorpion  :  A  Romance  ,,t  Spain. 

By  FLORENCE  WARDEN. 

Joan,  tha  Curate. 

By  CY   WARM  AN. 
The  Express  Messenger, 

By  WILLIAM  WESTALL. 


A  Queer  Rac<>. 

Ben  C.ocgh. 

The  Old  Factory. 

Red  Ryvington. 

Ra'ph  Norbreck  c Trust. 

Trust-Toney 

Son*  of  Beual. 


Her  Two  Millions. 
Two  Pinches  of  Snuff. 
Roy  of  Roy'*  Court. 
Nigel  Forteicne. 
Birch  Dene. 
The  Blind  Musician. 
Strange  Ciimei 
The  Phantom  City. 

By  ATHA  WESTBURY. 
The  Shadow  of  Hilton  Fernbrook. 

By  C.  J.  WILLS. 
An  Easy-troini;  Fellow. 

By  JOHN  STRANGE  WINTER. 
Cavalry  Life  and  Regimental  Legend*. 
A  Sololer's  Children. 

By  MARGARET  WYNMAN. 
My  Flirtation*. 


By  E.   ZOLA. 

Fortune  of  too  Rougon*. 
The  Abbe  Mouret*  Transvrcuton. 


The 


The  Downfall. 
The  Dream. 

Dr.  Pascal. 

Honev. 

Lonrde*. 

By 

A  Nineteenth  C-n'm-v 


The  Fat  and  the  Thin 
His  Excellency. 
Tbe  Dram  Shoo. 
Rome.  P-iri*. 

Fruitfulneai. 
Z  Z.' 


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By  EUMOND  ABOUT. 
The  Fellah. 

By  HAMILTON  AIDE. 

Carr  of  Carrlron.  I   Conldences. 

by   Mrs.  ALEXANDER. 


Hatd  Wife,  or  Widow  T 
Blind  Fat- 
Valerie  •  Fate. 


By  GRANT  ALLEN. 


Fhlllitla.      |  '  Babylon 
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Fer  Halmle'i  Bake. 
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The  Beckoning  Rand. 
The  Devil'*  Die. 
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Phra  the  Phoenician. 

BY  FRANK  BARRETT. 


Found  Gulltv. 
A  Recoiling  VeGT-anre 
For  Lnvi  andHouour. 
John  Ford.  Arc. 
Womiiao   Iro  i  Br»'-i- I* 
The  Hirdln'  fcundil. 
A  M.*«in>;  Witneu. 


Fettered  for  Life. 
Little  Lady  Llnton. 
Between  Life  *  Death. 
Sin  of  OUa  Zaawullch. 
Folly  Morrison. 
Lieut.  Barn  aba*. 
Hxneit  Da  vie. 
A  Prodigal  s  Progren. 

By  SHELSLEY  BEAUCHAMP. 

Orantley  Orange. 

By  FREDERICK  BOYLE. 

Camp  Note*.  I  Chronicle*  of  No  man  • 

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TWO-SHILLING  NOVELS — continued. 
By  Sir  W.  BESANT  and  J.  RICE. 

IU»<iy-Moi]ey  Mortlboy     By  Celia  s  Arbour. 
My  Little  Oirl.  Chaplain  of  tlie  Fleet 

With  Harp  and  Crown.     The  Seamy  Side. 
This  Sou  of  Vulcan.        j  The  Case  of  Mr.Lucraft. 
The  Golden  Butterfly.    •   In  Trafalgar  s  Bay. 
The  Monks  of  Thelema. '  The  Ten  Years'  Tenant. 

By  Sir  WALTER  BESANT. 

All   Borua    and    Condi-    Thu  Bell  of  St.  Panl'i. 
The  Holy  Rose. 
Armorel  of  Lyoncsse. 
B.Katherlne  s  by  Tower 
Verbena  Camellia  iito- 

phanotis. 
The  Ivory  Gate. 
The  Kebel  Que  in. 
Beyond  the  Dreams  of 


tioni  of 

The  Captains   Ero-a. 
All  In  a  Garden  Fair. 
Dorothy  Forator. 
Uncle  Jack. 
The  World  Went  Very 

Well  Then. 
Children  of  Gibeon. 
Herr  Paultu. 
For  Faith  and  Freedom. 
To  Call  Her  Mine. 
The  Master  Craftsman. 

By  j 

In  the  Midst  of  Life. 

BY  BRET  HARTE. 


Avarice. 

Tho  Revolt  of  Man. 
In  Deacon's  Orders. 
The  City  of  Refuge. 


Californl.in  Stories. 
Gabriel  Conroy. 
Luck  of  Roaring  Camp. 
An  Heiress  of  Red  I)o0'. 

By  ROBERT 


Flip.  I    Maruja. 

A  Phyllis  of  the  biirraa. 
A  Waif  of  the  Plains. 
Ward  of  Golden  Gate. 
BUCHANAN. 


The  Martyrdom  of  Ma- 

deline. 

The  New  Abelard. 
The  Heir  of  Linne. 
Woman  and  the  Man. 
Rachel  Dene.    |     Matt. 
Lady  Kilpatrick. 


Shadow  of  the  Sword, 
A  Child  of  Mature, 
God  r.ad  the  Man. 
Love  Me  for  Ever. 
Foxglove  Manor. 
The  Master  of  the  Mine 
Annan  Water. 

By  BUCHANAN  and  MURRAY. 

The  Charlatan. 

By  HALL  CAINE. 

The  Shadow  of  a  Crime.  I  Tno  Deemster. 
A  Son  of  Hagar.  | 

By  Commander  CAMERON. 
The  Cruise  of  the  'Black  Prince.' 

By  HAYDEN  CARRUTH 
The  Adventures  of  Jones. 

By  AUSTIN  CLARE. 
For  the  Love  of  a  Loss. 

By  Mrs.  ARCHER  CL1VE. 

Paul  Ferroll. 

Why  Paul  Ferroll  Killed  his  Wife. 

By  MACLAREN  COBBAN. 
The  Cure  of  Souls.          |    The  Keel  Sultan. 
By  C.  ALLSTON  COLLINS. 
The  Bar  Sinister. 
By  MORT.  &  FRANCES  COLLINS. 


Sweet  Anne  Page. 
Transmigration. 
From  Midnight  to  Mid 

night. 
A  Fight  with  Fortune 


Sweet  and  Twenty. 
The  Village  Comedy. 
You  Play  me  False. 
Blacksmith  and  Scholar 
Frances. 


By  WILKIE  COLLINS. 


Armadalc.  |  AfterDark. 

No  Name. 

Antonina. 

Basil. 

Hide  and  Seek. 

Th«  Dead  Secret. 

Queen  of  Hearts. 

Miss  or  Mrs.  ? 

The  New  Magdalen. 

The  Frozen  Deep. 

The  Law  and  the  Lady 

The  Two  Destinies. 

The  Haunted  Hotel. 

A  Rogue's  Life. 


My  Miscellanies. 
The  Woman  in  White. 
The  Moonstone. 
Man  and  Wife. 
Poor  Miss  Finch. 
The  Fallen  Leaves. 
Jezebel's  Daughter. 
The  Black  P.obe. 
Heart  and  Science. 
•I  Say  No!' 
The  Evil  Genius. 
Little  Novels. 
Legacy  of  Cain. 
Blind  Love. 


By  M.  J.  COLQUHOUN. 

Every  Inch  a  Soldier. 

By  DUTTON  COOK. 

Leo.  I  Paul  Foster's  Daughter. 


By  C.  EGBERT  CRADDOCK. 

The  Prophet  of  the  Great  Smoky  Mountains. 

By  MATT  CRIM. 

The  Adventures  of  a  Fair  Robel. 

By  B.  M.  CROKER. 

i  Neville.         Village  Tales  and  Jungle 

Tragedies, 
Two  Masters. 
Mr.  Jsrvis. 

The  Real  Lady  Hljd*.      • 
Married  or  Single  1    ', 
Interference". 


Pretty  Mi»a 
Diana  Barrington. 
•To  Let. 

A  Bird  of  Passage. 
Proper  Pride 


A  Third  Person. 

By  W.   CYPLES. 

Hearts  of  Gold. 

By  ALPHONSE   DAUDET. 

The  Evangelist :  or,  1'ort  Salvation. 

By  ERASMUS  DAWSON. 
The  Fountain  of  Youth. 

By  JAMES   DE   MJLLE. 
A  Castle  in  Spain. 

By  J.    LEITH   DERWENT. 
Our  Lady  of  Tears.        |  Circe's  Lov.trs. 
By  DICK   DONOVAN. 


In  the  Grip  o.'  t!i?  Law. 
From  Information  He- 

ceived. 

Tracked  to  Dooia. 
Link  by  LmK 
Suspicion  Aroused. 
Darn  Deeds. 
Riddles  Read. 


The  Man -Hunte 
Tracked  and  Taken. 
Caught  at  Last  I 
Wanted  I 
Who    Poisoned    Eetty 

Duncan  7 

Man  from  Manchester. 
A  Detective's  Triumphs 
Tne  Mystery  of  Jamaica  Terrace. 
The  Chronicles  of  Michael  Danevitch. 

By  Mrs.  ANNIE  EDWARDES. 
A  Point  of  Honour.        |  Archie  Lovell. 

By  M.  BETHAM-EDWARDS. 
Felicia.  I  Kitty. 

By  EDWARD  EGGLESTON. 

y   By  G.  MANVILLE   FENN. 

The  New  Mistress.  I  Tho  Tiger  Lily. 

Witness  to  the  Deed.        I  The  White  Virgin. 
By  PERCY  FITZGERALD. 


Bella  Donna. 
Never  Forgotten. 
Polly. 
Fatal  Zero. 


Secoud  Mrs.  Ti.lotson. 
Seventy  •  five    Brooke 

Street. 
The  Lady  Of  Brantome. 


By  P.  FITZGERALD  and  others. 

Strange  Secrets. 


Fil 


By  ALBANY   DE   FONBLANQUE. 

Ithy  Lucre. 


By  R.  E.  FRANCILLON. 


Kin}  or  Knave? 
Romances  of  the  Law. 
Ropes  of  Sand. 
A  Dog  and  his  shadow. 


Olympia. 
One  by  One. 
A  Real  Queen. 
Queen  Cophetua. 

By  HAROLD  FREDERIC. 
Seth's  Brother's  Wife.    I  The  Lawton  Girl.  . 

Prefaced   by  Sir  BARTLE   FRERG. 
Panduraiig  Hari. 

By   EDWARD  GARRETT. 
Tl.e  Capel  Girls. 

By  GILBERT  GAUL. 
A  Strange  Manuscript. 

By  CHARLES  GIBBON. 
Robin  Gray.  In  Honour  Bound. 

Fancy  Free.  |  Flower  of  the  Forest. 

For  Lack  of  Gold.  \  The  Braes  of  Yarrow. 

What  will  World  Say  ?  |  The  Golden  Shaft. 
In  Love  and  War.  Of  High  Degree. 

For  the  King.  By  Mead  ana  jji.re.im. 

In  Pastures  Green.  Loving  a  Dream. 

Queen  of  the  Meadow.      A  Hard  Knot. 
A  Heart's  Problem.  Heart's  De  light. 

The  Dead  Heart.  Blood-Money. 

By  WILLIAM  GILBERT. 
Dr.  Austin  s  Guests.        I  The     Wizard    of     tho 
James  Duke.  |      Mountain 

By  ERNEST  GLANVILLE. 
The  Lost  Heii-ess.  I  The  Fossicker. 

A  Fair  Colonist.  .1    ,  . 


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TWO-SHILLING  NOVELS  —  continvtd. 

By  Rev.  S.  BARINQ   GOULD. 
Red  Spider.  |    Eve. 

By  HENRY  GREVILLE. 
A  Noble  Woman.  |  Nikanor. 

By  CECIL  GRIFFITH. 
Cortnthia  Marazion. 

By  SYDNEY  QRUNDY. 
The  Days  of  his  Vanity. 

By  JOHN   HABBERTON. 
liructon  s  Bayou.  |  Country  Luck. 

By  ANDREW  HALLIDAY. 
Every-day  Papers. 

By  THOMAS  HARDY. 
Under  tbe  Greenwood  Tree. 

By  JULIAN   HAWTHORNE 


Beatrix  Randolph. 
Love — or  a  Name. 
David  Potadexter's  Dis- 

appearan  e. 
The    Spe:tre     of     tho 

Camera. 


Garth. 

Elitce  Quentin. 
Fortune  s  Fool. 
Miss  Cttdogna. 

Sebastian  Strome. 

By  Sir  ARTHUR  HELPS. 

Ivan  da  Biron. 

By  G.  A.   HENTY. 
F.njub  the  Juggler. 

By   HENRY   HERMAN. 
A  Leading  Lady. 

By  HEADON  HILL. 

Zambra  the  Detective. 

By  JOHN  HILL. 

Treason  Felony. 

By  Mrs.  CASHEL  HOEY. 
The  Lover's  Creed. 

By  Mrs.  GEORGE   HOOPER. 
The  House  of  Rabjr. 

By  Mrs.  HUNGERFORD. 


A  Maiden  all  Forlorn. 

la  Duranco  Vile. 

Marvel. 

A  Mental  Struggle. 

A  Modern  Circe. 

April  s  Lady. 

Peter  i  Wife. 


I.ady  Verner's  Flight. 
Toe  Red-House  Myotery 
The  Three  lirace*. 
Unsatisfactory  Lover. 
Lady  Patty. 
Nora  Creina. 
Professor's  Experiment. 


By  Mr*.  ALFRED   HUNT. 

Thornlcroffs  Model.        I  Self-Condemned. 
That  Olher  Person.  I  The  Leaden  CttkJt 

By  WM.  JAMESON. 
Uy  Dead  Self. 

By  HARRIETT  JAY. 
T»«  Dark  Colleen.  I  Queen  of  Con  naught 

By  MARK   KERSHAW. 
Colonial  Fi;ts  aid  Fiction*. 

By  R.  ASHB   KINQ. 
A  Drawn  Oam*.  Passion'*  »Uve. 

•  The    Wearing   of  tho    Bell  Ba:  ry. 

"By  EDMONO   LEPELI.ETICR. 

KwUm»  Bins  Gene. 

By  JOHN  LEYS. 

The  Lindsays. 

By  E.  LYNN  LINTON. 


The  Atonement  of  Learn 

Dundas 

Rebel  of  tho  Fa-nily. 
Sowing  the  Wm>1. 
The  One  Too  Many. 
Dukle  Bvtrtou. 


Patricia  Kemball. 

The  World  Well  Lost. 

Under  which  Loid  / 

Paiton  Care v. 

•  My  Love  I ' 

Ion*. 

WlUt  a  Silken  Thread. 

By  HENRY  W.   LUCY. 

Oldeon  Fleyce. 

»y  JUSTIN  MCCARTHY. 

Defer  Ladv  Dt»dtln.         ,  Donna  gu:xou 
Wat.rdaJ*  NeUhboun.    Maid  of  AUieas. 
Mv  Enemy's  Daughter  ,  The  Coin.-t  of  a  Season 
AP*ir  Saxon.  |  Th«  Dictator. 

Llnley  Rochford.  '  Bod  DUm»n<ti. 

Mtu  Misanthrope  '  The  HMdle  KUig.   • 

Caaiola. 

By  HUGH   MACCOLL. 
Mr.  Stranger  s  Sealed  Packet. 


By  GEORGE  MACDONALD. 

Heather  and  Enow. 

By  AGNES  MACDONELL. 

Quaker  Cousins. 

By  KATHARINE   S.  MACQUOID. 

The  Evil  Eye.  |  Lost  1-ose. 

By  W.    H.   MALLOCK. 
A  Romance  of  the  Nine- 1  The  Mew  Republic, 
teenth  Century.  | 

By  J.  MASTERMAN. 

Hair  a  dozen  Daughters. 

By  BRANDER  MATTHEWS. 
A   Secret  o,"  the  Sea. 

By  L.  T.  MEADE. 
A  Soldier  of  Fortune. 

By  LEONARD  MERRICK. 
The  Man  who  was  Good. 

By  JEAN  MIDDLEMASS. 
Touch  and  Go.  |  Mr.  DorilUon. 

By  Mrs.  MOLES  WORTH. 
Hathercourt  Rectory. 

By  J.  E.  MUDDOCK. 


StoriesWeird  and  Won- 

dcrtul. 
The  Bead  Man's  Secret. 


By  D.  CHRISTIE   MURRAY. 

A  Model  Father. 


From  the  Bosom  of  tha 
Deep. 


ABitofHuman  Nature . 
First  Person  Singular. 
Bob  Martin  s  LittleGirL 
Time's  Revenges. 
A  Wasted  Crime. 
In  Direst  Peril. 
Mount  Despair. 
A  Capful  o  Nails 


Joseph's  Coat. 

Coals  of  Fire. 

Val  Strange.  1  Hearts. 

Old  Blazer's  Hero. 

Tas  Way  of  the  World. 

Cynic  Fortune. 

A  Life  s  Atonement. 

By  th«  Gate  of  the  Pea. 

By  MURRAY  and  HERMAN. 
One  Traveller  Returns.  I  The  Bishops'  Bible. 
Paul  Jones  s  Alias. 

By   HENRY  MURRAY. 
A  Game  of  Bluff.  I  A  Song  of  Sixpence. 

By  HUME  NISBET. 
'  Bail  Up  I '  I  nr.Bernard  St. Vincent 

By  W.  E.  NORRIS. 
Sa^it  Ann's.  I  Billy  Belliw 

By  ALICE  O'HANLON. 
The  Unforeseen.  |  Chance  7  or  Fate  1 

By  GEORGES  OHNET. 
Dr  Fameau.  I  A  Weird  Gilt. 

A  Last  Love. 

By  Mrs.  OLIPHANT. 
Whtteladies.  I  The  Greatest  Heiress  in 

It  e  Primrose  Path.         |     England. 

By    Mr.s.   ROBERT  O'REILLY. 

r".iobe  s  Fortune*. 

By  OUIDA. 


Held  in  Bondage. 

Strathmore. 

Chandoi. 

Idalia. 

Under  Two  Flags. 

Cecil  Castlemaine  sGage 

Trlootrin. 

Pni-k. 

Folia  Farfne. 

A  DOR  of  Fianders. 

Pascarel. 

Siena. 

Princess  Napraxln*. 

In  a  Winter  City. 

Arladre. 

Friendship. 

Dy   MARGARET  AGNl-S   PAUL. 

Gentle  and  Eiinpl" 

By   EDGAR   A.  POL. 

HM  If ntory  o(  Mario  K.vot. 

By  Mrs.  CA.MPBLLL   PRAED. 

Tlie  Romaiuo  ol  »  Station. 

The  Boul  of  Oount««  Artnan. 

Out' aw  and  Lawmaker    I  Mrj  Tt*gisk2M. 

Christina  Chard.  | 


Two  Lit.  Wooden  Shoes 
Moths. 
Blmbi. 
PipUtrcllo. 
A  Village  Commune. 
Wanda. 
Othtr.tr 
Frescoes. 
In  Maromma. 
Gnllderoy. 
Rnfflno. 
Byrlln. 

Santa  Barbara. 
Two  OUrn^er*. 
Onidvs  Wlulo<n.    Wit, 
and  Pat:. oa. 


33    CIIATTO  &  WINDUS,  Publishers,   in  St.  Martin's  Lane,  London,  W.C. 


TWO-SHILLING  NOVELS — continued. 
By  E.  C.  PRICE. 

Valentina.  I  Mrs.  Lancaster  sRival. 

Tue  Foreigner*.  |   Gerald. 

By  RICHARD  PRYCE. 

Mi.w  Maxwell  s  Affections. 

By  JAMES  PAYN. 


Bentinck'g  Tutor. 

Murphy's  Master. 

A  County  Family. 

At  Her  Mercy. 

Cecils  Tryst. 

The  Clyffards  of  Clyffe. 

The  Foster  Brothers. 

Found  Dead. 

The  Best  of  Husbands. 

Walter  s  Word. 

Halves. 

Fallen  Fortunes. 

Humorous  Stories. 

£200  Reward. 

A  Marine  Residence. 

Mirk  Abbey 

By  Proxy. 

Under  One  Roof. 

Hlfh  Spirits. 

Carlyon's  Tear. 

From  Exile. 

For  Cash  Only. 

Kit. 

The  Canon's  Ward 


The  Talk  of  the  Town. 
Holiday  TasU. 
A  Perfect  Treasure. 
What  He  Cost  Her. 
A  Confidential  Agent. 
Glow-worm  Tales. 
The  Burnt  Million. 
Sunny  Stories. 
Lost  Sir  Massmgberd. 
A  Woman's  Vengeance. 
The  Family  Scapegrace. 
Gwendoline  s  Harvest. 
Like  Father.  Like  Son. 
Married  Bener.th  Him. 
Not  Wooed,  but  Won. 
Leas  Black  than  We  re 

Fainted. 

Borne  Private  Views. 
A  Grape  from  a  Thorn. 
The   Mystery  of   Mir- 

bridge. 

The  Word  and  the  Will. 
A  Prince  of  t  ic  Blood. 
A  Trying  Patient. 


By  CHARLES   READE. 


It  la  Never  Too  Late  to 

Mend. 

Christie  Johnstone. 
The  Double  Marriage. 
Put    Yourself   in    His 

Place 
Love  Me    Little,   Love 

Me  Long. 
The  Cloister  and    the 

Hearth. 
The     Course    of     True 

Love. 
The  Jilt. 
The  Autobiography  of 


A  Terrible  Temptation. 

Foul  Play. 

The  Wandering  Heir. 

Hard  Cash. 

Singleheartand  Double- 
face. 

Good  Stories  of  Man  and 
other  Animals. 

Pec  Woffington. 

Griffith  Gaunt. 

A  Perilous  Secret. 

A  Simpleton. 

Readiana. 

A  Woman-Hater. 


a  Thief. 

By  Mrs.  J.  H.  RIDDELL. 


The  Uninhabited  Honse. 
The  Mystery  in  Palace 

Gardens. 

The  Nun  s  Corse. 
Idle  Tales. 


Weird  Stories. 
Fairy  Water. 
Her  Mother's  Darling. 
The  Prince  of  Wales  s 
Garden  Party. 

By  AMELIE  RIVES. 

Barbara  Dering. 

By  F.  W.  ROBINSON. 

Women  are  Strange.       I  The  Woman  in  the  Dark 
Ihe  Hands  of  Justice. 

By  JAMES  RUNCIMAN. 
Skippers  and  Shellbacks.  |  Schools  and  Scholars. 
Grace  Balmaign's  Sweetheart. 

By  W.  CLARK   RUSSELL. 
Round  the  GaUey  Fire.  |  An  Ocean  Tragedy. 


On  the  Fo'k  sle  Head. 

In  the  Middle  Watch. 

A  Voyage  to  the  Cape. 

A  Book  for  the  Ham- 
mock. 

The  Mystery  of  the 
•  Ocean  Star.' 

The  Romance  of  Jenny 


My  Shipmate  Louise. 
Alone  on  Wide  Wide  Sea. 
Good  Ship   '  Mohock.' 
Tne  Phantom  Death. 
Is  He  the  Man  ? 
Heart  of  Oak. 
The  Convict  Ship. 
The  Tale  of  the  Ten. 
The  Lasr.  Entry. 


Hurlowe 

By  DORA    RUSSELL. 

A  Country  Sweetheart. 
By  GEORGE  AUGUSTUS  SALA 

Gaslight  and  Daylipht. 

By  GEORGE  R.  SIMS. 


The  Ring  o  Bells 
Mary  Jane's  Memoirs. 
Mary  Jane  Married. 
Tales  of  To  day. 
Dramas  of  Life. 
Tinkletop  s  Crime. 
My  Two  Wives. 

By  ARTHUR  SKETCHLEY 
A  Match  in  the  Dark.  


Zeph. 

Memoirs  of  a  Landlady. 
Scenes  from  the  Show. 
The  10  Commandinei-.j. 
Dagonet  Abroad. 
Rogues  and  Vagabonds. 


By  HAWLEY   SMART. 

Without  Love  or  Licence.     The  Plunger. 
Beatrice  and  Benedick.        Long  Odd*. 
The  Master  of  Rathkelly. 

By  T.  W.  SPEIGHT. 


The  Mysteries  of  Heron 

Dyke. 

The  Golden  Hoop. 
Hoodwinked. 
By  Devious  Ways. 


Back  to  Life. 

The  LoudwaterTragedy . 

Burgo  s  Romance. 

Quittance  in  Full. 

A  Husband  from  the  Sea 


By  ALAN  ST.  AUBYN. 


Orchard  Damerel. 

In  the  Face  of  the  World. 

The  Xremlett  Diamonds. 


A  Fellow  of  Trinity. 
The  Junior  Dean. 
Mutter  of  St. Benedict's 
To  His  Own  Master. 

By  R.  A.  STERNDALE. 

The  Afghan  Knife. 

By  R.  LOUIS  STEVENSON. 

Mew  Arabian  Nights. 

By  BERTHA  THOMAS. 

Cressida.  |  The  Violin- Player. 

Proud  Maisie.  | 

By  WALTER  THORNBURY. 

Tales  for  the  Marines.    |  Old  Stories  Retul  I. 
By  T.  ADOLPHUS  TROLLOPE. 

Diamond  Cut  Diamond. 

By   F.  ELEANOR  TROLLOPE. 

Like   Ships    upon   the  I  Anne  Furness. 
tiea.  I  Mabel's  Progress. 

By  ANTHONY  TROLLOPE. 

Frau  Frohmanu.  The  Land-Leaguers 

Marlon  Fay. 

Kept  in  the  Dark. 

John  Caldigate. 

The  Way  we  Live  Now 

By  J.  T.  TROWBRIDGE. 
Farnell's  Folly. 

By  IVAN  TURGENIEFF,  &c. 
Stories  from  Foreign  Novelists. 

By  MARK  TWAIN. 


The  American  Senator. 
Mr.     Scarborough's 

Family. 
GoldenLlon  of  Oranperi 


Life  on  the  Mississippi. 

The  Prince  and  th« 
Pauper. 

A  Yankee  at  the  Court 
of  King  Arthur. 

The  £1,000,000  Bank- 
note. 


The  Huguenot  Family. 
The  Blackball  Ghosts. 
What  SheCameThrough 
Beauty  and  the  B«*st. 
Citoyenne  Jaquellno, 


A  Pleasure  Trip  on  the 

Continent. 
The  Gilded  Age. 
Huckleberry  Finn. 
MarkTwain  s  Sketches. 
Tom  Sawyer. 
!    A  Tramp  Abroad. 
Stolen  White  Elephant. 

By  C.  C.  FRASER-TYTLER. 
Mistress  Judith. 

By  SARAH  TYTLER. 
The  Bride  s  Pass. 
Buried  Diamonds. 
St.  Munco's  City. 
Lady  Bell. 
Noblesse  Oblige. 
Disappeared. 

By  ALLEN  UPWARD. 
The  Queen  against  Owen.  |  Prince  of  Balklstan. 

•  God  Save  the  Queen  I ' 
By  AARON  WATSON  and  LILLIAS 

WASSERMANN. 
The  Marquis  of  C  irabis. 

By  WILLIAM  WESTALL. 

Trust- Money. 

By  Mrs.  F.  H.  WILLIAMSON. 

A  Child  Widow. 

By  J.  S.  WINTER. 

Cavalry  Life.  |  Uegimental  Legends. 

By   H.  F.  WOOD. 

The  Passenger  from  Scotland  Yard. 
The  Englishman  of  the  Rue  Cam. 

By  CEL1A  PARKER  WOOLLEY. 

Rachel  Armstrong ;  or.  Love  and  Theology. 

By  EDMUND  YATES. 
The  Forlorn  Hope.          I  Castaway. 
Land  at  Last. 

By  I.  ZANGWILL. 
Ghetto  Tragedies. 


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