"And you"ll take care that your friend don"t come and disturb us; if she does, I"ll make a scene with her. I"m very jealous, let me tell you. You love me, don"t you? Ah! you"ve made me tipsy, you see, and I don"t know what I"m saying."
I rea.s.sured Rosette and left her on Faubourg Saint-Denis, where she had finally decided to go. She was a very attractive girl, her conversation was amusing, and her person most alluring. But I was sorry that she had a tent pitched in every quarter of Paris; one could never be sure where she had gone into camp.
x.x.xVI
A SCENE
I had known Rosette a month, and thus far had had no reason to repent. I had observed, to be sure, that the young woman did not always tell me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth; but, after all, a lover should not act toward his mistress in the capacity of a juryman.
Moreover, Rosette herself had told me, in a moment of effusiveness, that she lied a great deal and lied very well. It seemed to me that, after that, I was not justified in losing my temper when she told me a falsehood; for she might reply:
"I gave you fair warning!"
I often took Rosette to dine in a private dining-room. Knowing as I did what justice she could do to a hearty meal, it would really have been a pity not to give her an opportunity for practice; and as I myself am endowed with a l.u.s.ty appet.i.te, our little parties always afforded us pleasure: when love went to sleep, the stomach woke, and _vice versa_.
Rosette came to my rooms once or twice a week, and sometimes unheralded.
When I was absent, she went into my chamber; I had told Pomponne that she was to be admitted at any time. When she had come and failed to find me, I always discovered it instantly, for she turned everything in the apartment topsy-turvy. She tossed about papers, books, combs, brushes, and soap; looked through all the drawers, and left nothing in its place; even the chairs I always found in the middle of the room.
"Couldn"t you have put my room to rights a little?" I would say to Pomponne.
And Monsieur Pomponne would reply, with his sly smile:
"It was Mademoiselle Rosette who arranged monsieur"s bedroom like that; I shouldn"t venture to touch anything."
I had not seen Frederique since the day she played for us to dance. She had not called upon me again. I had been several times to see her, but had not found her. Could it be that her friendship was really jealous of my love for a grisette? That would be absurd. Friendship should be indulgent to our weaknesses, and, after all, I had not promised Frederique to be virtuous.
I could not understand her conduct in the least, but I was deeply grieved by it. I missed her; my follies with Rosette were simply transitory gleams of pleasure, while my delightful interviews with Frederique filled my heart with a joy which had a morrow.
I was sitting one day, absorbed in serious reflections, when Frederique entered my room. I cannot describe my sensation of pleasure. I ran to meet her, took her hands, and cried:
"Ah! here you are at last! I am very glad! I thought that you had forgotten me altogether."
She looked at me and smiled, as she rejoined:
"So you are glad to see me?"
"Unkind Frederique! can you ask such a question? Why, I have been to see you several times!"
"I know it; my people told me."
"But you are never at home! What sort of life are you leading, pray, madame?"
"I go out a good deal, it is true."
"Have you been ill? it seems to me that you are a little pale."
"I am never very red. The women you see are so fresh and rosy, that you are struck by the difference."
"Ah! madame, I see no woman whom it gives me so much pleasure to look at as you."
"Really?"
She uttered that word with an accent that came from her heart. I made her sit down beside me. She looked all about the room, murmuring:
"Are you alone?"
"To be sure!"
"And I do not intrude?"
"Once more, I tell you that you never intrude."
"Oh! _never_ is too strong. What if she were with you?"
"Who, pray?"
"Mon Dieu! you know well enough: your dancing damsel--your Rosette."
"Oh! my Rosette!"
"_Dame!_ I think that I may fairly say _your_ Rosette, for she must surely have become yours since the day---- To be sure, she may be others"
also, and in that case the possessive p.r.o.noun would be of doubtful propriety."
"Call her what you will, Frederique; I attach little importance to that.
But I am surprised to find that my liaison with that girl displeases you. Why is it so? I can"t understand. You are too intelligent to believe that such amourettes can impair the pure friendship I have sworn to you."
Frederique put her hand over her eyes and turned her face away.
"But you are mistaken!" she exclaimed. "It is not true! Your liaison with this grisette doesn"t displease me at all. Upon my word! why should it, pray?--But I would have liked you to know five or six at the same time; that would be more amusing; I should enjoy that immensely."
At that moment I heard voices outside, and recognized Pomponne"s.
"Monsieur is having a consultation with someone," he said.
"I don"t care a hang for his consultation; I can go in any time, I can!"
was the reply.
And an instant later, Mademoiselle Rosette opened the door and appeared before us. Frederique turned pale, but she did not stir. I was annoyed that Rosette should have come just then. However, I had no reason for letting her see it; so I went to meet her, smiling as usual. But my grisette had a.s.sumed a furious expression, and she drew back from me, crying:
"Don"t put yourself out, monsieur, I beg; you were so comfortable with madame! You weren"t polking, to be sure, but you were engaged in something more interesting; anybody could see that."
I saw that Rosette was on the point of saying things most unseemly, and perhaps worse than that, to Madame Dauberny, and I felt my blood begin to boil. Frederique, on the contrary, remained quite calm.
"Mademoiselle," I said, "I cannot believe that it is your intention to insult those persons whom you may chance to meet on my premises; I tell you at once that that does not meet my views at all, and that I will not endure it."
"Really? Perhaps I"ll have to put on mittens when I speak to the princesses I find in monsieur"s room! I guess not much! Humbug!"