"I do more than that, I beg you to; and, in the interest of your health, I urge you to look carefully after all my linen; for there is nothing like work to distract one"s thoughts."
Mignonne speedily fulfilled her promise; she appeared one morning, alone; she desired to show me that she no longer had any suspicion of me. I talked a few minutes with her. We spoke of her daughter, the subject in which she was most deeply interested. The people who are afraid to speak of those they have lost are the ones who wish to forget them at once. When one does not wish to forget the dear ones who are no more, why should one shrink from speaking of them?
Then I went out, after saying to her:
"The keys are in all the drawers. Look over everything, and take away what you choose. That is your affair; and my servant has orders to obey you like myself, if you need anything."
Several weeks pa.s.sed thus. At first Mignonne came every four or five days, then a little oftener, then every other day; and I frequently found her established in my quarters, and working there; for she had said to me one day:
"When there isn"t much to mend, perhaps one shirt, or one waistcoat, it is hardly worth while to carry it home, if it doesn"t annoy you to have me do it here."
And as it did not annoy me in the least to have her work in my rooms, as I observed with delight that her grief was more calm, more resigned, and that when she was busily employed there she had much more distraction than in her own chamber, I urged her to work there whenever it was convenient for her to do so.
Pomponne alone seemed very much puzzled because that young woman did her sewing in my apartment when I was not there; especially as Mignonne was not talkative, and as I had forbidden him to presume to ask her any questions.
XLIII
CONJECTURES
I called again to see Frederique, but she had not returned from the country. Did she propose to spend the summer there? It seemed to me that she might have told me where she was going, and have asked me to pa.s.s some time with her.
I was unhappy over Frederique"s absence; but, above all, I was hurt by her manifest indifference. I would have liked to scold her; I would have liked to tell her that I was very angry with her. Where was she? what was she doing? whom did she see now? Madame insisted upon my telling her everything, but she told me nothing.
One day when Mignonne was working in my salon, and I, contrary to my custom, had not gone out, the doorbell announced a visitor. Mignonne rose at once, saying:
"I will go, monsieur."
"Why so, Mignonne? Stay, I beg you; you are not in my way; and if my visitor has anything to say to me in private, I will take him into my bedroom, that"s all. There is not the least reason why you should go."
Mignonne resumed her seat, and Ballangier entered the room. He was still in cap and blouse, but his dress was irreproachably neat, and his hands very white. When he saw a young woman installed in my apartment, he started back in surprise, and would have gone away.
"I beg pardon! I didn"t know that you had company. Pomponne told me I might come in."
"Why, of course; come in, come in! You mustn"t let madame frighten you away. Take a seat, and let us talk."
Ballangier decided to sit down. Mignonne went on sewing and kept her eyes over her work.
"Well! have you still plenty to do? are they still satisfied with you? I am sure that they are; I can read it in your eyes."
"Yes; my employer is perfectly satisfied with me. If you knew how rich I am now! I am actually saving money! Can you believe that I have seventy-five francs put by?"
"Well done, my friend! As soon as a man has succeeded in saving something, it"s like a s...o...b..ll. It isn"t so hard as people think to become well to do. Often nothing is necessary but determination; but it must be constant and immovable."
"Oh! that"s the way it is with me now; there"s no danger of my stumbling. Why, when I see a drunken man, it makes me blush for shame, and I say to myself: "How could I ever take any pleasure in making a beast of myself like that!""
"And your reading?"
"That gives me a great deal of entertainment, too. But there are some things I have to read over two or three times, because I don"t understand them right away."
"Would you like me to give you some more books?"
"Thanks, not to-day. I am doing an errand for my employer, and I had to pa.s.s your door; that"s why I took the liberty of coming up."
"You did well, for it"s a pleasure to me to see you now."
Ballangier smiled, then glanced furtively at Mignonne. We talked for some time; then he rose, saying that he must hurry, because his employer was waiting for him. I walked into the reception room with him, and there, after bidding me adieu, Ballangier murmured:
"She"s mighty pretty, that little woman sewing in there!"
"Yes, she is pretty; and, what"s better still, she"s respectable."
"Ah, yes! Is she a lady?"
"I"ll tell you another time who she is."
When Ballangier had gone, I returned to Mignonne, who went on with her work and said nothing. Still, I would have bet that she was surprised to hear me, a young man of fashion, addressed thus familiarly by a man in cap and blouse.
Pomponne handed me a huge envelope which the concierge had just brought upstairs. The enclosure was printed; evidently a wedding invitation. I read:
"Mesdames Falourdin, Riflot, Piquette, Dumarteau, Lumignon, Chamouillet, and Cavalos have the honor to announce the marriage of their niece, Mademoiselle Rosette Gribiche, to Monsieur Jules-Cesar-Octave Freluchon, dealer in sponges."
Ah! it was very amiable on Rosette"s part to send me an announcement of her wedding. But something was written at the foot of the sheet:
"You are requested to attend the ball, which will take place at Chapart"s, Rue d"Angouleme; I rely on you for the polka."
Ah! there I recognized my saucy grisette. She was quite capable of insisting on dancing all night with me; and I was not at all certain that she would not demand something else. But I would not accept her invitation, I would not go to her wedding feast. I would be more sensible than she was. I would not swear that, later on, I might not do myself the pleasure of buying a sponge of her. Meanwhile, I wished Monsieur Freluchon all happiness, and I was convinced beforehand that it would be his.
One evening, when I went home, Pomponne said to me, rubbing his hands gleefully:
"Monsieur had another visitor to-day. Mon Dieu! monsieur had only just gone out, when Madame Dauberny came."
"Madame Dauberny? Oh! how sorry I am that I didn"t see her!"
"She came in; in fact, she waited for monsieur quite a long time, talking with your seamstress."
"What do you mean by my seamstress? In heaven"s name, can"t you say Madame Landernoy?"
"As that lady sews for monsieur, I thought she was his seamstress."
"No matter! what did Frederique say when she went away? Will she come again to-morrow?"
"Oh! no, monsieur; she won"t come again to-morrow nor any other day; for she said to me when she went away: "You will tell your master that I shan"t come again.""
"She said that she wouldn"t come again! That"s impossible, Pomponne; you are mistaken; Frederique could not have said that."