Monsieur Cherami.
by Charles Paul de k.o.c.k.
I
AN OMNIBUS OFFICE
The office in question stood near Porte Saint-Martin, at the corner of the Boulevard and Rue de Bondy, in the same building as the Deffieux restaurant, which was one of the most popular establishments in Paris in respect of wedding banquets; so that one who pa.s.sed that way during the evening, and often after midnight, was likely to find the windows brilliantly lighted on the first or second floor, on the boulevard or on the square, and sometimes on both floors and on both sides; for it happened not infrequently that Deffieux entertained four or five wedding parties the same evening. That caused him no embarra.s.sment, for he had room enough for all; indeed, I believe that, at a pinch, he would have set tables on the boulevard.
And there was dancing everywhere, on all sides: in this room, a fashionable ball; in that, a bourgeois affair; on the floor above, something not far removed from the plebeian; but it is likely that the latter was not the least enjoyable of the three, to those who took part in it; certainly, there was more noise made, at any rate.
What a home of pleasure! It seems to me that those who live in such places ought to be always in high spirits, and to have one leg in the air, ready to dance. That would be tiresome perhaps, but how can one avoid a longing to be merry when one has constantly before one"s eyes a crowd of merry folk, dancing, eating, drinking, singing, making soft eyes at one another, or shaking hands with all the warmth of the most sincere regard! Man is so expansive toward the end of a hearty meal! At such a time, we all attract and love one another.
You will tell me, perhaps, that these sentiments rarely outlast the time necessary for digestion; that even those joyous wedding feasts, during which the newly married pair look at and speak to each other with such a world of love in their eyes and of tender meaning in their voices, do not even wait till the end of the year before they become transformed into gloomy and depressing pictures. There are many people who have gone so far as to say that there are only two pleasant days in married life: that on which the husband and wife come together, and that on which they part; just as there are but two to the traveller: the day of departure, and the day of return.
But people say so many things that are not true! I have known many travellers who have enjoyed travelling; they were never in a hurry to return to their firesides.
I love to believe that it is the same with husbands and wives, and that there are some who enjoy the married state and have no desire to quit it.
But what, in heaven"s name, am I chattering about, when we ought already to have entered the omnibus office, whence public conveyances started for Belleville, La Villette, Saint-Sulpice, Grenelle, and a mult.i.tude of other places, each farther from Paris than the last?
One could also purchase at the office in question small bottles of essence, flasks of perfumed vinegar, blacking, and pomade. Commerce slides in everywhere! There is no harm in that. Commerce is the life of nations and of individuals. Everybody is engaged in commerce, even those who do not suspect it.
It was a beautiful day, in the middle of June, and a Sat.u.r.day; three circ.u.mstances which could not fail to result in bringing a large crowd to the omnibus office, as well as to Deffieux"s restaurant. That restaurant attracts me; I keep going back to it, in spite of myself.
That is to say, that I go back to it, not in spite of myself, but with all my heart, for one is very comfortable there. Now, you know, or you do not know--but I should be very much surprised if you didn"t,--I resume: you know that Sat.u.r.day is the day on which more wedding feasts occur than on any other day in the week. Why? I fancy that I have already told you, somewhere or other; but, no matter! let us go on as if I had never told you. Sat.u.r.day is the day before Sunday, and therein lies the whole secret; on Sunday, the government clerks do not go to their offices, and they are great fellows for marrying; on Sunday, the mechanics do not work, and the mechanic, too, is very fond of taking unto himself a housekeeper; lastly, Sunday is the day of rest, and people say that on the day after one"s wedding one needs to rest.--Why so? Go to! do not ask me such questions! This much is certain--that the night between Sat.u.r.day and Sunday is one of the finest nights in the week, even when there is no moon.
But, sapristi! here I am still at the restaurant!--You will end by thinking that I am much addicted to such places. Well, frankly, you are not mistaken. I frequent them not a little. I often hear people say: "Don"t talk to me of restaurant cooking; it"s execrable!"--And those people think that nothing is good but beef stew, a leg of mutton, and roast beef. True cla.s.sics those, in the matter of dishes. O Robert! O Brillat-Savarin! O Berchoux! Not for such as these did ye write and compound such delicious things! But be comforted, ye men of refined taste to whom we owe so much! there are still palates which relish your merit, which appreciate your skill, and which do not make faces at your succulent conceptions.
Again, Sat.u.r.day, in summer, is the day which many people select for a trip to the country, to remain until Monday. On the day of which we write, therefore, the omnibuses were largely patronized; for everyone was in a great hurry to get to some railroad station, or to the point where they could take stages for some more or less distant destination.
So that there was a great crowd at the office by Porte Saint-Martin, and the clerk whose duty it was to distribute tickets did not know which way to turn; he had to be constantly on the alert, in order to avoid mistakes, especially as the travellers did not always confine themselves to asking for an exchange check or a number, but added irrelevant reflections, questions, and, in many cases, complaints.
"An exchange check for La Villette."
"Here you are, monsieur."
"When do we start?"
"When the "bus comes, monsieur."
"Will it be long before it comes?"
"I don"t think so, monsieur."
"A ticket for Belleville, please."
"Here it is, madame."
"Ah! mon Dieu! number seventy-five! Are there seventy-four ahead of me?"
"No, madame; we begin at fifty."
"Then there are twenty-five ahead of me?"
"Some of them haven"t waited; they won"t answer the call, and that puts the others ahead."
"A check for Saint-Sulpice."
"Here you are."
"Where"s the "bus?"
"It will come along."
"Oh! I"ve got to wait; that isn"t very pleasant."
"_Dame_! monsieur, we can"t have "buses ready to start every minute."
"Why not? It would be much pleasanter for the pa.s.sengers; but nothing is ever done to please the pa.s.sengers; I must complain to the management."
"Complain, if you choose, monsieur; that"s none of our business."
"Why, yes, it is your business, too; it ought to be your business, as you"re the one we deal with. What sort of a way is that to answer? Is that the way you treat pa.s.sengers here? It seems to me that you ought to show more respect."
The man who is going to La Villette approaches the clerk once more.
"Tell me, have I got time to go to the pastry-cook"s to buy a cake?"
"Why, monsieur, no one interferes with your going.--Here"s the Grenelle "bus--pa.s.sengers for Grenelle--take your places!"
"I ask you if I have got time to go to get a cake before my "bus comes?"
"Place des Victoires! All aboard for Place des Victoires!"
"Tell me about getting my cake!"
"Yes, monsieur; yes, yes, go to the pastry-cook"s!"
And the clerk turns to his comrade, muttering:
"What a nuisance the fellow is with his cake!--Where should we be if everybody asked questions like that?"
A woman, of forty years or thereabout, who could not easily have found a compartment large enough to hold her, entered the office, leading two small boys, one of eight and one of four years, who were dressed like the little trained dogs that do tricks on the boulevards, and whose noses had evidently been overlooked because of their hurried departure from home.
A servant, laden with an enormous basket, from which protruded divers fishes" tails and bunches of leeks, and with an insecurely tied pasteboard box, bulging as to the sides and split in several places, sulkily followed her mistress, hitting everybody with her basket and box, without a word of apology, but apparently rather inclined to make wry faces at her victims.