"I agree with you, madame, for it is a very sad word."
"And false three-quarters of the time. However, if you really wish to see me again, don"t be disturbed; you will have an opportunity."
"Where, madame?"
"At Armantine"s."
"Madame Sordeville"s? But I know her no better than I do you."
"True; but her husband knows you. Talk a little more with him, and I will undertake to say that he"ll invite you to his house."
"Do you think so, madame?"
"Try it, and you will see. Ah! here"s the terrible Archibald coming toward us. Beware, or you will make an enemy of him!"
"How so?"
"Because I am sure that he thinks you are making love to me. He is capable of believing even more than that; and you must know that he has made me a declaration of love."
"I presume that that must be a common experience with you."
"That is quite true."
"And Monsieur Archibald has simply followed a road which many men are tempted to take."
"Look you, monsieur, I agree that a man may make a declaration of love to a woman, without meaning anything in particular; that is the commonest thing in the world; and if a woman is ever so little coquettish and attractive, she can safely bet that she will extort a declaration from every man she knows. So there"s no great merit in that. But because a woman is less coy than another, because she says frankly what she thinks, because she doesn"t play the prude and isn"t afraid to laugh at a joke, because, in a word, she has in her manners more or less unconstraint, originality, character, boldness if you will--to imagine, therefore, that that woman is likely to be an easy conquest, that a man has only to--you can divine what I do not say---- Well! monsieur, that is a very grave mistake, born either of stupidity or monumental conceit."
Did she say that for my benefit? I could not tell. Still, I had made no declaration; and although I had expressed a wish to see her again, to thank her again, it seemed to me that that was perfectly natural after the service she had rendered me. No; she simply meant to give me a warning. But in that case she must be convinced that I proposed to make love to her? She was mistaken, for I thought only of my charming partner, Madame Sordeville.
The quadrille came to an end, and I left my place, thinking that I would return for a moment to the other ball, to make sure that Balloquet would not come in search of me, and to see what he was doing as Monsieur Bocal"s guest. From the glimpse I had caught of that other function, I fancied that there were likely to be some amusing sights there, and that love was probably treated there in another fashion than in the salons at the front of the house.
XIII
THE BRIDE AND GROOM AND THEIR KINSFOLK
At Mademoiselle Bocal"s wedding feast, punch, mulled wine, and _bischoff_ were circulating all the time, and the ladies partook of that species of refreshment as often as the men. From this fact it will be understood that at the Bocal ball there was an enthusiasm which threatened to develop into wild revelry. Most of the ladies were as red as poppies; some of them laughed incessantly; others, who were presumably very sentimental in their cups, rolled their eyes in a languishing way that drove you back to your entrenchments; others, whom the punch made melancholy, heaved prodigious sighs and were damp about the eyes.
As for the men, they were almost all loquacious and noisy, and I believe that I might safely say, tipsy.
When I entered the ballroom the second time, I looked about for Balloquet. I discovered him sitting beside a brunette with a headdress of roses, whose cheeks were of a brilliancy and l.u.s.tre that dimmed the hue of the flowers. Their conversation was so animated that the young doctor in embryo--for to that cla.s.s Balloquet belonged--did not notice me, although I had planted myself directly in front of him.
I concluded to tap him on the shoulder.
"Monsieur Balloquet," said I, "I would be glad to say a word to you, if possible."
"It isn"t possible at this moment. I am engaged. I am explaining to mademoiselle the proper method of applying leeches."
And Balloquet gave me a meaning glance. I understood that his interview had reached an interesting point, and I was about to walk away, when I felt a hand on my arm. It was the little marionette named Ravinet, who was trying to make fast to me, and shouting--for everybody in the room shouted instead of speaking:
"Ah! you"re one of the landlord"s guests; I recognize you. You"re the man who polks so well! It"s very polite of you to come back to us.
You"ll polk again, won"t you? If you want to please Aunt Chalumeau, you"ll invite her; poor, dear woman, she"s never polked in her life, and she"s dying to. Her hair dresser told her she had the right make-up."
I had no inclination whatever to put Aunt Chalumeau"s make-up to the test, and I told Cousin Ravinet, who struck me as being well primed, and persisted in hanging on my arm:
"I will tell you in confidence that I shall not polk again for some time; I am very tired."
"Oh! that"s a pity. Do you belong to the Opera?"
"I? No, indeed!"
"Are you related to my cousin"s landlord?"
"No; I am a friend of his."
"And that lady who was dancing with you don"t belong to the Opera, either?"
"By no means."
"We all thought you did. You jigged it so well!"
"Monsieur Ravinet----"
"Ah! you know my name!"
"I have that honor. Do me the favor to tell me what Monsieur Bocal"s business is."
"What"s that! don"t you know my cousin?"
"I know that he"s the bride"s father, and that he"s Monsieur Guillardin"s tenant; that"s all."
"What! you don"t know Bocal the distiller"s shop, on Rue Montmartre?
He"s one of the largest distillers in Paris."
"Ah! he"s a distiller, is he?"
"Why, everybody knows him!"
"I must tell you that I very rarely have dealings with distillers."
"He"s the man who makes the syrup of punch--that"s a famous brew! Did you ever drink it?"
"No; and I am not anxious to."
"Oh! you must take some, and tell us what you think of it.--Come here quick, Cousin Bocal! I say! here"s a gentleman from your landlord"s party; he"s never tasted your punch."