"I don"t know why, but I suspect some sort of a scheme in all this.
There are so many schemers in Paris! Look you, my dear, this marriage isn"t made yet, and something tells me that it never will be."
"Bless you, my dear Nathalie! you renew my hopes, you bring back joy to my heart! Ah! how good it was of you to come!"
"Yes, and you have no idea that you came very near never seeing me again; that I have been in great danger."
"Mon Dieu! how you frighten me! what has happened, in heaven"s name?"
"My dress caught fire, my love; it was all ablaze, and I never suspected it!"
"Oh! heaven!"
"Don"t be alarmed; the danger must have pa.s.sed, as I am here."
"Was it long ago?"
"Not more than a week.--I was walking on the boulevard; it seems that my dress came in contact with a lighted match, which our gentlemanly friends are in the habit of strewing along their path, presumably to gratify themselves by roasting us alive! My dress was on fire, and I had no idea of it, when suddenly I felt two strong arms surround me--yes, hug me; I started to cry out, I thought that it was an insult--my dear, my life had been saved! A young man, at the risk of burning himself to death, had sacrificed himself in order to extinguish the fire, and he did it very adroitly, but at the cost of quite a bad burn on his wrist."
"Oh! the poor fellow! I wish I could thank him. Was he a workingman?"
"No; a very elegant young man--and very good-looking. We were surrounded in a moment; you know how inquisitive everybody is in Paris. Luckily, there was a druggist"s shop within a few steps, and we took refuge there; and while my rescuer"s arm was being dressed, we talked a little.
You can understand that I was anxious to know who it was to whom I was so deeply indebted; I asked him his name, and he gave me his card; he was Monsieur Adhemar Monbrun--a dramatist who writes delightful plays.
You don"t know him, poor darling, for they never take you to the theatre!"
"No, but I know the name through Lucien. This Adhemar Monbrun is a friend of his; he has often spoken to me about him, and he speaks very highly of him."
"Really? Monsieur Lucien knows him, and speaks very highly of him?"
"Yes; he says that he is a very generous man, always ready to help his friends. Indeed, he has said to me more than once: "If I wanted money, I am very sure that Adhemar would lend me some; but, in my opinion, a man ought not to borrow when he doesn"t know how he can repay the loan."--But finish your story."
"Oh! it"s almost finished.--When he gave me his card, I thought it best to give him mine; for I didn"t want him to think he had rescued a lorette, or a b.i.t.c.h--as they call prost.i.tutes now. Then I sent for a cab, for I couldn"t walk home with my dress all burned. The cab came, and Monsieur Adhemar escorted me to it; I offered to drive him home, for he had to carry his arm in a sling. That was natural enough, wasn"t it?"
"Surely. Poor fellow! is he badly burned?"
"Yes, on the wrist; it will not be serious; but he will probably retain the mark. He declined my offer, and left me."
"Ah! and was that all?"
"Yes."
"It"s a pity!"
"What a child you are! Oh! there was something else, though."
"What was it? what was it? I had a shrewd idea that it wasn"t finished."
"I thought that it would be discourteous of me, knowing his address, not to send to inquire how his burn was getting along; for, you see, it was for me, it was in a.s.sisting me, that he was injured."
"Why, of course; and it was your duty to inquire."
"Still, I hesitated a long while."
"Why so?"
"Oh! because--I don"t know--I was afraid it would seem as if I wanted to force that young man to think about me."
"Really? was that the reason?"
"Dear me! how spiteful you are this morning!--At last, I concluded to do it; and three days ago I sent my servant to inquire about the burn. She saw him, and he told her that it was almost well, that he thanked me very much for the interest I was good enough to take in him, and that he should have the honor of coming himself to thank me."
"Oho! so he has been to see you, has he?"
"No; that was three days ago, and he hasn"t been yet. He probably said it to be polite; he won"t come."
"I"ll bet that he will."
"He may come or not, as he pleases; after all, it makes no difference to me."
"Oh! what a lie!"
"Juliette!"
"Yes, that"s a lie; it does make a difference to you! Tell me, Nathalie, am I not to be your confidante, as you are mine? You have often said to me: "I made a marriage of reason; I have never known what it is to love; but it must be a very pleasant thing. I am bored sometimes when I am alone; if I loved somebody, it seems to me that I should never be bored.""
"Yes, I have said all that to you; what then?"
"Well--let me look into your eyes. Come, I"ll bet that you are never bored now."
"What an idea, Juliette! You will have it that I am in love with a man whom I hardly know, who has never spoken to me but once, and who has no desire to see me again--as you see!"
"Mon Dieu! I don"t say that you love him; but I think that he attracted you--that you might have fallen in love with him."
"Well, yes! yes, my dear friend; yes, he did attract me; yes---- I don"t know whether it is grat.i.tude for the great service he rendered me, or---- Oh! I won"t conceal anything from you! Ever since that day, I don"t know what has been the matter with me: I have been nervous and sad; everything irritates me; I keep wanting to cry; I think of him all the time; I tell myself that I am a fool, that I lack common sense. But I am not bored any more--no, no, I am never bored now!"
And Nathalie threw her arms about her friend; her heart had longed for a vent, and it was relieved as of a burden. Then she continued:
"And Lucien knows him? Oh! how I would like to see Lucien! I would ask him a thousand questions. But you say he speaks highly of him?"
"Yes, very.--By the way, I remember----"
"What?"
"No, I won"t tell you that."
"Is it something concerning Monsieur Adhemar? I insist upon your telling me, and telling me instantly!"
"Well, Lucien said: "It"s a pity that Adhemar will never believe that anyone loves him; it is true that he has been deceived so often by his mistresses that it may well have made him distrustful; but he carries it too far now; he has sworn never to love any woman again.""
"That"s a drunken man"s oath, my dear love," said Nathalie, with a smile; "and that young man isn"t old enough to keep it."