"Here is one, monsieur."
"But no--nothing new or exciting!"
"There are some very pretty women in the quarter, monsieur."
"Bah! according to your taste, not mine!--But don"t I hear horses in the courtyard?"
"Yes, monsieur; they are your friends, who have called for monsieur le vicomte, no doubt."
"Bigre! and I am not dressed! Never mind! they can wait.--Give me a cigarette."
XIX
THE VISCOUNT"S FRIENDS
The viscount"s friends entered his salon in riding costume, hunting crop in hand.
The first was a tall youth of nearly six feet, and so slender and frail that he seemed in danger of breaking in two when he stooped; especially as he was always dressed in the latest style, and squeezed and pinched himself so that not the slightest crease could be detected in his clothes. Many ladies envied that young man his figure. His name was Florville, and his face was not unattractive.
The second was a young man of medium stature, whose hair was bright red, as were the rims of his eyes; which did not prevent him from esteeming himself a very good-looking fellow; he dared not turn his head, for fear of rumpling his collar or disarranging the knot of his cravat. He was an habitue of the Theatre-Italien; he never missed a performance, insisted on posing as a great connoisseur in music, and declared that he could easily have reached high C, if his voice had been cultivated; but it had not been. This individual, so laughable by reason of his manners and his pretensions, was Monsieur Lamberlong.
The third of the viscount"s visitors was a man of about thirty, remarkable neither for beauty nor ugliness, rather stout than thin, with a good-humored, smiling face, and all the manners of a high liver. His name was Duma.r.s.ey.
Florville and Duma.r.s.ey had enormous cigars in their mouths. The young man with the red hair did not smoke; by way of compensation, he had a little square gla.s.s over his right eye, and kept it in place almost all the time; his kind friends declared that he ought to wear one on the left eye as well, in order to conceal both his albino-like lids.
"Here we are! here we are, Edward!--The deuce! he"s not ready!"
"I was sure he wouldn"t be; I"d have bet on it."
"Well! what"s your hurry, messieurs? In the first place, it"s too early to go to the Bois. We have time enough. I will finish dressing.--Lepinette, give me a cigarette."
"Here is one, monsieur."
"Will you allow me to complete my toilet in your presence?"
"Go on, go on, take all the time you want!" said Duma.r.s.ey; "I have a good londres; that"s enough for me."
"For my part," said Florville, "I am not satisfied with this so-called Havana."
"If you would like a cigar, Monsieur Lamberlong, you"ll find a box on the console yonder. I smoke nothing but cigarettes myself, but I always keep a few cigars for my friends."
"Exceedingly obliged, dear viscount; but I don"t care about smoking; there was a man at the Bouffes last night who smelt very strongly of tobacco; it made a number of ladies ill."
"As there is no performance at the Bouffes to-night, you have nothing to fear."
"Oh! but I am going to a concert to-night, at which Alboni is to sing."
"You stick to music, don"t you?"
"It"s my element."
"You know, Edward," laughed Duma.r.s.ey, "Lamberlong would have been able to reach high _C_, if his natural faculties had been cultivated. What a pity to have neglected them!"
"Is there any chance of catching the lost note, if we should take an express train?"
"You are pleased to jest, messieurs. None the less, it is true that a gentleman in the balcony at the Bouffes said to me not long ago: "This is where you ought to be!""
"In the balcony?"
"No; but at the Bouffes, with a salary of sixty thousand francs!"
"Had he heard your high _C_?"
"Yes; just as I left school."
"It can"t be denied that there are some very fortunate mortals. There was a man who had heard Lamberlong"s high _C!_ And we poor devils might pay fabulous prices, yes, hire the whole auditorium of the Bouffes, and not hear it! It"s heartrending!"
The red-haired young man rose impatiently, and began to inspect the pictures that adorned the salon.
"What do you hear that"s new, messieurs?" said Edward, tying his cravat.
"Oh! nothing piquant or interesting. There"s been a great scarcity lately of scandalous intrigues in which we know the leading parties."
"Who is the woman most in vogue? Remember that I am just from Italy, messieurs, and that I am not at all posted as to what is going on in Paris."
"There are five or six in high favor; but you must have seen them, for you were at Saint-Phar the banker"s great crush night before last."
"I saw nothing wonderful. If that"s all you have to offer me, why----"
"There was a dazzling blonde at the Bouffes last night. She attracted every eye."
"Well! of course, you made inquiries about her, Lamberlong?"
"Yes; she"s the wife of a rich Spaniard, who is taking her to Brazil."
"If he"s taking her to Brazil, that"s too far to follow her. But you must have had some romantic adventures in Italy, viscount? The women there are very revengeful, they say."
"No more so than in France! I saw two or three little stilettos glisten in the girdle or the garter, but I didn"t feel the point of one."
"No great pa.s.sions, then?"
"Nothing, nothing! it"s maddening! Love is vanishing, messieurs."
"That isn"t what says a young man who is always in the orchestra chairs at the Bouffes; he"s in a fair way of dying of love for an actress; he won"t say who she is."