"That isn"t enough; it will soon be spent."
"The deuce! how fast you go! My, thirty-six francs is a lot of money!"
"I would like to give Madame Landernoy other work to do."
"But you can"t go on having shirts made forever."
"Mon Dieu! what can I give her? Ah! does she make waistcoats?"
"I believe she tried one for the landlord"s little boy; but they said it was a failure. Still, that little fellow"s terrible hard to suit; he had his cap made over five times, and finally swore he"d have a three-cornered hat! He"s so spoiled that he"s unreasonable. But just let him try again to set my cats fighting!"
"Then it"s understood, madame, that I am to buy some material for waistcoat fronts, which I will bring you, together with a pattern, and you are to give the work to Madame Landernoy to do, and tell her not to worry; that her customer isn"t exacting, that I am having them made for someone in the country."
The concierge dropped her cats to shake hands with me.
"I understand you, monsieur," she said; "you"re afraid the young mother won"t have work enough; you mean to give her work, by hook or by crook.
You"re interested in her, and I"ll bet that she makes a mistake to suspicion you. Oh! I know what"s what, I do; I can scent one of those empty-headed puppies who comes to talk nonsense, when he"s a mile away!
They don"t go about it the way you do; they slip a piece of money in my hand, with a little note that smells of musk and hair oil, and then they examine the house and the yard and the windows as if they meant to break in. I know "em, I know "em!"
"No, Madame Potrelle, I am not a lover--here, at all events."
"_Pardi!_ I can understand that you may be, somewhere else. It would be a pity if you didn"t think about such things, at your age."
"I will go and buy the material and bring it to you."
"But that will give you the trouble of coming back again, monsieur. If you want, I can save you that. My niece happens to be here just now, and she can look out for my lodge while I go to monsieur"s address; and I"ll tell you at the same time whether Madame Landernoy consents to take the thirty-six francs."
Something told me that the woman had some hidden reason for making that suggestion. I fancied that she desired to come to my lodgings, so that she might find out more about me and be certain that I had given my own name in my letter to Mignonne; indeed, might it not be that the young mother herself had asked her to try to find out who I was?
As I had nothing to fear from such information as Madame Potrelle could collect about me, I accepted her proposal.
"Here is my address," I said, handing her one of my cards. "Be there in two hours, and I shall have made my purchases. Please be good enough to bring me my shirts at the same time."
"With pleasure, monsieur!"
Madame Potrelle was prompt; I had been at home only a few minutes, when Pomponne appeared and said with comic gravity:
"There"s a woman outside asking for you, monsieur. She has something in her ap.r.o.n, and a parcel under her arm. I suppose she"s a second-hand dealer who wants to sell you something."
"Hold your tongue, Pomponne, and show her in!"
My servant obeyed my order, although he seemed much puzzled that I received in my salon a person whom he evidently considered unworthy of the honor; and he kept his eye on the object which the concierge held to her breast, wrapped in her ap.r.o.n. I motioned to him to withdraw, and he left the room, walking backward.
Madame Potrelle made a succession of reverences, and handed me my shirts, which she had under her arm, wrapped in a handkerchief. The good woman expressed her admiration of my apartments and their furnishings; which goes to show that opulence always produces its effect on the mult.i.tude and on private individuals as well. I tried to put her at her ease, and forced her to sit down in an easy-chair; but she continued to hug her ap.r.o.n to her breast, and it seemed to embarra.s.s her.
At last she partly opened the ap.r.o.n, saying:
"I beg your pardon, monsieur, for venturing to bring him here--but he never goes out, poor dear, and I thought it would do him good."
"What do you mean, Madame Potrelle? have you got a child in there?"
"No, monsieur, no; it"s one of my cats, Bribri, the youngest one. The others let him be and won"t ever play with him, just because he limps a bit, poor little rascal! He"s got a little trouble in his leg. Cats are as bad as men; they turn up their noses at the weak ones! That"s why I wanted to give the poor dear a little pleasure."
"You did well, Madame Potrelle; let Bribri run about a little, if you wish."
"You see, monsieur, my cats are well brought up; they ain"t capable of forgetting themselves, no matter where they be."
"I am sure of it."
The concierge opened her ap.r.o.n entirely, and a small black and white cat escaped from its folds and scuttled under a piece of furniture.
"Well," I said, "have you seen Madame Landernoy?"
"Yes, monsieur; when she found out that you"d given me more money than she"d put in her bill, she wouldn"t take it, and she almost got mad with me. It was no use for me to say: "The gentleman always pays that price;"
she said that didn"t make any difference to her. The only way I could make her take the money was to tell her that you had other work for her to do and she could let it go on that.--Well! on my word! there he is on the couch now! Bribri! you mustn"t get upon that, you scamp!"
"We will see, when it comes to paying for the waistcoats. Poor girl!
what n.o.ble pride! what an upright soul! And this is the sort of woman that men take pleasure in defiling!"
"What do you say, monsieur?"
"Nothing, Madame Potrelle. Here are the material, the linings, and the pattern. Take them all, and please accept this for your trouble."
I slipped five francs into the concierge"s hand; she made some objection to taking it, declaring that whatever she did for her tenant she did unselfishly. I succeeded without too much difficulty in removing her scruples. She took the material; but the next thing was to capture Bribri, who had established himself under a sofa and refused to come out at all, or came out only to run under something else. It seemed to me that he showed much agility for a cripple.
Madame Potrelle made the circuit of my salon several times on all fours.
At last, by rolling a ball of paper across the floor, we succeeded in enticing and catching Bribri, whom his mistress replaced in her ap.r.o.n, saying reprovingly:
"You ain"t been a good boy; you shan"t go out again for six weeks.--Adieu, monsieur! you haven"t got any other word to send to my tenant?"
"Tell her that I am very fond of children, and that I would like to kiss her daughter."
"Ah! if she could hear you, monsieur, I"ll bet that she"d hold her little Marie up to you right away. But you won"t let three months go by without coming again, will you, monsieur?"
"No, Madame Potrelle; I shall come very soon to hear about Madame Landernoy."
"And I"ll tell her, monsieur, that you"re an excellent young man--because--anyone can see right away that---- Well! if the little rascal ain"t swearing now! Ah! catch me taking you to walk again!"
I dismissed the concierge, who went away without giving Pomponne a chance to see what she had under her ap.r.o.n. He was thunderstruck.
XXVI
THE SQUIRREL
As I was about to leave the house, Pomponne handed me a card; it was Balloquet"s. He had been several times to see me and had failed to find me. I was ashamed of my discourteous treatment of that young man, to whom I was indebted for my acquaintance with Armantine and Frederique.