"Oh! madame, it is--if you knew! I am all upset."
"Explain yourself, I say."
"There"s a man there, who looks just like a thief; I believe he is one; he has every appearance of it. Oh! what a horrid man! he frightens me to death! He has on a long coat with holes in the elbows, and a face--an expression----"
"Well! what does this man want?"
"He wants to speak to madame--in private; and if you knew how insolently he talks; one would say that he thought he was in his own house."
"Send the man away; it must be some beggar who has come to ask alms; I don"t see such people; send him away."
"And quickly, too," suggested Mademoiselle Helose, "for he is capable of stealing something in your reception room. I shouldn"t suppose your concierge would let poor people come upstairs. Is the man a dumb idiot?"
"I don"t know if the man will go away," said Melie. ""You will tell your mistress," he says, "that it"s Croque who wants to speak to her.""
When she heard that name, Thelenie turned ghastly pale; she was evidently deeply agitated; her features contracted; she seemed completely crushed, and muttered between her teeth:
"Oh! mon Dieu! he is still alive! I hoped that he was dead!"
"Croque! what a name!" exclaimed Helose; "why not Croque-Mitaine and be done with it? Then we should know at all events that he doesn"t mean to scare anyone but children!"
"I will go and tell the horrid man to go away, that madame refuses to receive him," said Melie.
But Thelenie hurriedly arrested the maid, crying:
"No, no; don"t do that, Melie; on the contrary, go to this--this gentleman, and show him in. I am curious to know what he has to say to me.--Do you, Helose, step into the salon a moment."
"What! you propose to receive this man? You are not afraid to be left alone with him?"
"No, I am not afraid; do what I tell you; and you, Melie, go and bring this stranger to me."
The maid obeyed, not trying to conceal her amazement at her mistress"s sudden change of front; and Mademoiselle Helose walked toward the salon, remarking as she went:
"Keep your eye on the mantel all the time, and look out that your friend don"t pinch something."
When the wretchedly-dressed personage was ushered into Thelenie"s bedroom, he bowed to her most respectfully; she motioned to her maid and to Helose to leave them, then carefully closed and locked all the doors. Thereupon Monsieur Croque dropped carelessly upon a couch and tossed his hat on the floor, saying:
"d.a.m.n my eyes! my dear love, it takes a lot of trouble to reach you!
it"s worse than it is at a minister"s office! What a get-up! what style!
what a dust!"
The beautiful brunette gazed loweringly at the person before her, and said at last in a faltering tone:
"What! is it you? I thought----"
"You thought I"d kicked the bucket, didn"t you? and I"ll bet you didn"t weep very much over me. But no, the little man"s still alive; and he hasn"t the slightest inclination to die. What a pity it would be! at forty years! just the prime of life for a man!"
"But what has become of you these five years past? for it is fully five years since I last saw or heard of you.--Mon Dieu! what do you look like!--how can you possibly show yourself dressed like this?"
"Why, I have to do it when I haven"t anything else to put on my back, and not a sign of anything to buy duds with."
"How did you ever allow yourself to fall to such a low condition?"
"How did I allow myself to fall! ah! that"s a good one, little sister!
the dear sister, who don"t throw her arms round her dear brother"s neck.
Look you, that isn"t pretty of you; for, after all, I"m your brother, my dear love, and what"s more, your senior, which gives me something very like the rights of a father or an uncle over you!"
"You have rights over me! I don"t advise you to repeat that."
"Come, come, let"s not get waxy, t.i.tine--for your name used to be t.i.tine, you know; you twisted that into Thelenie, and you did well, for Thelenie"s more melodious, it sounds better to the ear. You see that if I had a swell apartment, like you, and a bully lot of togs, instead of calling myself just Croque, I"d take the name of Croquinosky or Croquignolle; but unluckily I haven"t got so far as that. You ask me what I"ve been doing these five years. Bless my soul! my dear love, I couldn"t come out, I was in the background."
"Ah! you have been in prison?"
"Something very like it."
"For debt?"
"A little for debt, and for something else too--an unfortunate affair--a theft of shirts in which I was mixed up, although I was most innocent."
"Innocent! you! that is hardly probable."
"Ah! you are as amiable as ever! you doubt your little brother"s probity!"
"Because I know what you are capable of!"
"You know--or you don"t know; that"s a question. I don"t say that I won"t put you in a way to solve it some day; that will depend on the way you behave toward Bibi!"
"What do you mean? Is that a threat?"
"Oh, no! I never threaten. Come, come! a fellow laughs and jests a bit, and you flare up right away! I should have supposed that wealth would make people more amiable."
"Wealth! why, I have no wealth; I have enough to live on and no more."
"Oh! I expected that; you haven"t got any money, and you live in a magnificent apartment, you have splendid furniture and servants at your beck and call, you"re dressed like a stage princess."
"What does all that prove? You know well enough that in Paris a person can make a great show without being rich; that sometimes all this display serves simply to cover up debts and straitened circ.u.mstances."
"Yes, yes; and another thing I know is that this is no furnished lodging house, and, that being so, you have your own furniture; that everything I see is yours; and look--with nothing but that clock and those candelabra on the mantelpiece, I could get enough to fit myself out new and go on a good long spree."
Thelenie contracted her black eyebrows and made an impatient gesture.
"Come," she cried, "tell me what you want of me? Why have you come here?"
Monsieur Croque lounged easily on the couch and replied, smoothing his beard:
"Oh! you have a shrewd idea, little sister; I won"t insult you by thinking that you haven"t guessed. After all, isn"t it perfectly natural? Your brother is unlucky, he hasn"t a sou, he"s wretchedly dressed, as you justly observed just now, and it"s hard on one"s self-esteem to go out in the street like this! But this brother has a sister who is in very happy, fortunate circ.u.mstances. I don"t say she"s a millionaire; dear me, no! that would be too grand! but she has enough to dress very stylishly. Well, then; she can"t let her brother go in rags. Of course not! that wouldn"t be decent! And so this brother goes to see his sister and says to her: "You"ve got money, and I haven"t; give me some of what you have; I won"t give you any of what I have because I have nothing, but I"ll bear your image in my heart."--How"s that? do you get my meaning now?"
"Oh, yes! I knew well enough that it was money you wanted."