"At the corner of the wall of the Orangery and the Quay."
After consulting a large register, the clerk turned to Fandor, shutting the book with a bang.
"Nothing is being done there. You are mistaken."
"But I"ve just come from there. There is a ditch and a palisade."
"No, no, no such thing. In every quarter of Paris the police are obliged to notify me of any public works in operation, and an entry is made in my register to that effect. Now, I have no record of the repairs you speak of, consequently they don"t exist."
Fandor left the office, hailed a cab and ordered the driver to take him to the National Library.
"Hang it," he muttered, "I saw the ditch and the palisade myself! Now, if they are not the work of the city, it will be interesting to find out what is going on there.... Ah! suppose this idiot Wulf was not deceived!
Suppose he really heard the Singing Fountains the other evening giving the last bars of the national hymn of Hesse-Weimar!"
Arrived at the National Library, Fandor began a long and minute search through volumes on architecture, on statuary and a mult.i.tude of guide books to Paris! He was so engrossed in his work that when four o"clock struck he sprang up suddenly.
"Good heavens! I"ve scarcely time to get back to my apartment, change into my kingly clothes and meet Wulf, to become once more His Majesty Frederick-Christian!"
In his apartment in his own house, the extraordinary Marquis de Serac, who was also the common Mme. Ceiron, was whispering to a person hidden behind the curtains.
"You understand, don"t move and listen with all your ears, and promise me not to interfere until I give you permission!"
"I promise. Monsieur le Marquis," replied the individual in a low tone.
"All right, then I"ll have her in."
The Marquis crossed the room and opened a door.
"Come in, Mademoiselle, and forgive me for keeping you waiting. I had visitors."
"Oh, Monsieur," replied Marie Pascal, for it was the young seamstress, "don"t mention it ... and let me thank you for your recommendation to the King. I got two big orders from it."
"Oh, I was very glad to be of service to you with Frederick-Christian.... I regret only one thing, Mademoiselle, and that is the unhappy events which have clouded His Majesty"s visit to Paris."
"Yes, indeed," replied Marie Pascal, "and in such a tragic way, too!"
"A tragic way, Mademoiselle? I imagine this has quite upset you."
"Yes."
The Marquis emphasized his words.
"So I thought, so I thought ... especially you."
The young girl lifted her pure blue eyes in surprise.
"The King spoke to me of you at great length," the Marquis added.
A quick blush overspread her face.
"Really.... The King spoke of me?"
"His Majesty told me you were charming. He noticed you the very first time you went to see him."
"At the Royal Palace?... But he only got a glimpse of me through the open door."
The Marquis smiled.
"Oh, it doesn"t take long for a King ... or a young man to sometimes dream of the impossible."
"Impossible ... yes, you are right."
Marie Pascal p.r.o.nounced the last words in a serious voice. She was making an evident effort to keep calm. The Marquis, on the other hand, seemed inclined to joke.
"Impossible, why?... One never knows ... the will of the King knows no obstacle." Then brusquely turning, he asked:
"You like the King, Mademoiselle?"
"Why ... why ..."
"Therefore, I"m wondering if the death of this unfortunate Susy is not really a benefit."
"Oh, Monsieur!"
"Well, you know, Mademoiselle Marie, the happiness of one person is made of the tears of another. You would have suffered. You would have been jealous."
As though against her will, Marie Pascal repeated in a low voice:
"Yes, I should have been jealous."
"Terribly jealous, for Susy d"Orsel was pretty. Besides, a liaison with her wasn"t taken seriously by the King ... while with you it would have been quite different ... why, I believe you would have reached the point of wishing her death."
"No! no!" protested Marie feebly, "the King would have made his choice ... frankly and loyally...."
"And suppose he hadn"t chosen? Suppose he had hesitated before the possible scandal of a rupture? Don"t you care enough for him to realize that the very idea of sharing him with another would have been intolerable?... What I am saying sounds brutal, I know, but I am frank with you.... Believe me, you would have been driven to hate the unfortunate Susy."
"To hate her? Yes, ... perhaps ... for I should have been jealous!"
And then suddenly Marie realized what her words meant: that she had betrayed her cherished secret ... her love. In a moment she burst into sobs and collapsed on the sofa.
The Marquis de Serac very gently tried to rea.s.sure her.
"Don"t cry, my poor child. After all, you are lamenting imaginary misfortunes which I have so imprudently imagined.... They don"t exist, and never could exist, for it is a fact that Susy d"Orsel is no longer a rival to be feared. Think rather of the future which smiles upon you.
You love and you have some reason to hope that you are loved in return, so dry your eyes ... fate has withdrawn the one obstacle which existed between you and the King."
Tremblingly, Marie Pascal rose.