A flash of sense pa.s.sed through Chupin"s muddled brain. He had never wished to injure Mascarin, but merely to increase his own importance by extolling the greatness of his employer.
"I worked for people who have no equal in Paris," said he proudly. "They don"t mince matters either, I can tell you; and they have more money than you could count in six months. There is not a thing they cannot do if they desire; and if I were to tell you----"
He stopped short, his mouth wide open, and his eyes dilated with terror, for before him stood old Daddy Tantaine.
Tantaine"s face had a most benign expression upon it, and in a most paternal voice he exclaimed,--
"And so here you are at last, my lad; and, bless me, how fine! why, you look like a real swell."
But Toto was terribly disconcerted. The mere appearance of Tantaine dissipated the fumes of liquor which had hitherto clouded the boy"s brain, and by degrees he recollected all that he had said, and, becoming conscious of his folly, had a vague idea of some swift-coming retribution. Toto was a sharp lad, and he was by no means deceived by Tantaine"s outward semblance of friendliness, and he almost felt as if his life depended on the promptness of his decision. The question was, had the old man heard anything of the preceding conversation?
"If the old rogue has been listening," said he to himself, "I am in a hole, and no mistake."
It was, therefore, with a simulated air of ease that he answered,--
"I was waiting for you, sir, and it was out of respect to you that I put on my very best togs."
"That was very nice of you; I ought to thank you very much. And now, will you--"
Toto"s courage was coming back to him rapidly.
"Will you take a gla.s.s of beer, or a liquor of brandy, sir?" said he.
But Daddy Tantaine excused himself on the plea that he had just been drinking.
"That is all the more reason for being thirsty," remarked Toto. "My friends and I have drunk the contents of all these bottles since dinner."
Tantaine raised his shabby hat at this semi-introduction, and the two roughs bowed smoothly. They were not entirely satisfied with the appearance of the new-comer, and thought that this would be a good moment for taking leave of their host. The waltz had just concluded, and the master of the ceremonies was repeating his eternal refrain of--"Take your places, ladies and gentlemen;" and taking advantage of the noise, Toto"s friends shook hands with their host and adroitly mixed with the crowd.
"Good fellows! jolly fellows;" muttered Toto, striving to catch a last glimpse of them.
Tantaine gave a low, derisive whistle. "My lad," said he, "you keep execrable company, and one day you will repent it."
"I can look after myself, sir."
"Do as you like, my lad; it is no business of mine. But, take my word for it, you will come to grief some day. I have told you that often enough."
"If the old rascal suspected anything," thought Toto, "he would not talk in this way."
Wretched Toto! he did not know that when his spirits were rising the danger was terribly near, for Tantaine was just then saying to himself,--
"Ah! this lad is much too clever--too clever by half. If I were going on with the business, and could make it worth his while, how useful he would be to me! but just now it would be most imprudent to allow him to wander about and jabber when he gets drunk."
Meanwhile Toto had called a waiter, and, flinging a ten-franc piece on the table, said haughtily: "Take your bill out of that." But Tantaine pushed the money back toward the lad, and, drawing another ten-franc piece from his pocket, gave it to the waiter.
This unexpected act of generosity put the lad in the best possible humor. "All the better for me," exclaimed he; "and now let us hunt up Caroline Schimmel."
"Is she here? I could not find her."
"Because you did not know where to look for her. She is at cards in the coffee-room. Come along, sir."
But Tantaine laid his hand upon the boy"s arm.
"One moment," said he. "Did you tell the woman just what I ordered you to say?"
"I did not omit a single word."
"Tell me what you said, then."
"For five days," began the lad solemnly, "your Toto has been your Caroline"s shadow. We have played cards until all sorts of hours, and I took care that she should always win. I confided to her that I had a jolly old uncle,--a man not without means, a widower, and crazy to be married again,--who had seen her and had fallen in love with her."
"Good! my lad, good! and what did she say?"
"Why, she grinned like half a dozen cats; only she is a bit artful, and I saw at once that she thought I was after her cards, but the mention of my uncle"s property soon chucked her off that idea."
"Did you give my name?"
"Yes, at the end, I did. I knew that she had seen you, and so I kept it back as long as I could; but as soon as I mentioned it she looked rather confused, and cried out: "I know him quite well." So you see, sir, all you have now is to settle a day for the marriage. Come on; she expects you."
Toto was right. The late domestic of the Duke de Champdoce was playing cards; but as soon as she caught sight of Toto and his pretended uncle, in spite of her holding an excellent hand, she threw up her cards, and received him with the utmost civility. Toto looked on with delight.
Never had he seen the old rascal (as he inwardly called him in his heart) so polite, agreeable, and talkative. It was easy to see that Caroline Schimmel was yielding to his fascinations, for she had never had such extravagant compliments whispered in her ear in so persuasive a tone. But Tantaine did not confine his attentions to wine only: he first ordered a bowl of punch, and then followed that up by a bottle of the best brandy. All the old man"s lost youth seemed to have come back to him: he sang, he drank, and he danced. Toto watched them in utter surprise, as the old man whirled the clumsy figure of the woman round the room.
And he was rewarded for this tremendous exertion, for by ten o"clock she had consented, and Caroline left the Grand Turk on the arm of her future husband, having promised to take supper with him.
Next morning, when the scavengers came down from Montmartre to ply their matutinal avocations, they found the body of a woman lying on her face on the pavement. They raised her up and carried her to an hospital.
She was not dead, as had been at first supposed; and when the unhappy creature came to her senses, she said that her name was Caroline Schimmel, that she had been to supper at a restaurant with her betrothed, and that from that instant she remembered nothing. At her request, the surgeon had her conveyed to her home in the Rue Mercadet.
CHAPTER XXVII.
THE LAST LINK.
For some days M. Mascarin had not shown himself at the office, and Beaumarchef was terribly hara.s.sed with inquiries regarding his absent master. Mascarin, on the day after the evening on which Tantaine had met Caroline Schimmel at the Grand Turk, was carefully shut up in his private room; his face and eyes were red and inflamed, and he occasionally sipped a gla.s.s of some cooling beverage which stood before him, and his compressed lips and corrugated brow showed how deeply he was meditating. Suddenly the door opened, and Dr. Hortebise entered the room.
"Well!" exclaimed Mascarin, "have you seen the Mussidans, as I told you to do."
"Certainly," answered Hortebise briskly; "I saw the Countess, and told her how pressing the holders of her letters were growing, and urged on her the necessity for immediate action. She told me that both she and her husband had determined to yield, and that Sabine, though evidently broken-hearted, would not oppose the marriage."
"Good," said Mascarin; "and now, if Croisenois only follows out the orders that I have given him, the marriage will take place without the knowledge of either De Breulh or Andre. Then we need fear them no longer. The prospectus of the new Company is ready, and can be issued almost immediately; but we meet to-day to discuss not that matter, but the more important one of the heir to the Champdoce t.i.tle."
A timid knock at the door announced the arrival of Paul who came in hesitatingly, as if doubtful what sort of a reception he might receive; but Mascarin gave him the warmest possible welcome.
"Permit me," said he, "to offer you my congratulations on having won the affections of so estimable and wealthy a young lady as Mademoiselle Flavia. I may tell you that a friend of mine has informed me of the very flattering terms in which her father, M. Rigal, spoke of you, and I can a.s.sure you that if our mutual friend Dr. Hortebise were to go to the banker with an offer of marriage on your part, you have no cause to dread a refusal."
Paul blushed with pleasure, and as he was stammering out a few words, the door opened for the third time, and Catenac made his appearance. To cover the lateness of his arrival, he had clothed his face in smiles, and advanced with outstretched hands toward his confederates; but Mascarin"s look and manner were so menacing, that he recoiled a few steps and gazed on him with an expression of the utmost wonder and surprise.
"What is the meaning of this reception?" asked he.