"Oh, no! But you don"t see that, when I move the cards about, I always throw the one that"s on top, although I make believe to throw the one on the bottom. That"s how they gull the peasant, who thinks he hasn"t taken his eyes off _biribi_. But if by any chance the pigeon guesses right, just when he"s going to put his hand on the card which is really _biribi_, a confederate, who is always on hand, says to him: "Not that one, my man; the other one, to the left. I am sure of it, and, to prove it, I"ll bet a hundred sous." The peasant is persuaded by the confederate"s confidence, he takes up the card on which the other has bet five francs, and he is _smoked_.--I say there, you man of sighs, come and play _biribi_ with us a while."
Paul glanced at the cards and shook his head.
"I don"t care for card playing," he said.
"We must kill time, especially when we"ve nothing to do. Come and play for a gla.s.s of beer--that won"t ruin you."
"I don"t want to play."
"Humph! what a poor cuss that fellow is!" said Jean Ficelle, turning back to Sans-Cravate. "He"ll never spend a sou with his friends. I don"t call that being a man, myself."
"Paul is more sensible, wiser, than we are; he saves his money and he does well."
"Saves his money--hum! I don"t feel so sure what he does with his money; he gets mighty little good out of it. He"s pale as an egg, and his jacket"s all patched at the elbows. _Dame!_ perhaps he spends it all to seduce his girl. Women aren"t to be caught with nothing but sighs. They like to have money spent on "em--dressmakers, especially. They say that they have to have dinners and theatre tickets and jewelry. Little Elina probably spends it all for him. She has the look of a sly little coquette----"
On hearing Elina"s name, Paul ran up to Jean Ficelle, seized his left arm, and shook it roughly.
"What"s that you say?" he exclaimed. "You dare to talk about Mademoiselle Elina! If I am not mistaken, you had the effrontery to make remarks about that young lady! Be careful, Jean! I am not ill-tempered; but if you should be unlucky enough to insult her, why, I would stamp on you as I do on these cards!"
"Let alone of me, I say! Will you let alone of me? Stupid fool--to walk on my cards!"
"A terrible calamity! A fine business for a messenger, isn"t it? to learn thieves" and blacklegs" tricks, to study ways of cheating other people! Instead of handling cards so skilfully, you would do much better to mend your _crochets_ and your saw. But you prefer to play cards!"
"Ah, ca! isn"t it about time for the fellow to stop? What airs he puts on! and why, I should like to know! A miserable foundling, with no father nor mother--and he undertakes to preach to other people! Go and hunt up your parents--that would be a better business for you."
Paul lowered his eyes at the word _foundling_, and his face a.s.sumed an expression of profound sadness; he released his hold on Jean"s arm, and, stepping back to the wall, stood leaning against it without speaking a word.
But Sans-Cravate, who knew that nothing wounded Paul so deeply as to be reminded that he had been abandoned by his parents, and who saw the sorrowful expression of his face, rose abruptly and shook his clenched fist under Jean Ficelle"s nose, saying:
"You"re a miserable cur! and if your nose wasn"t so turned-up already that I can see your brain, I"d turn it up a little more for you. You know that the poor fellow is unhappy because he knows nothing about his family; but it isn"t any crime, and it"s better to have no family at all than to come of low-lived stock! But it hurts him when anyone speaks of it; and you remind him of it on purpose! It was a mean, dirty trick! I have a good mind to thrash you. Come, try a little bout with me; I"ll give you a good dust bath, to cool you off."
Sans-Cravate had already seized Jean about the waist; but Paul hastened to intervene, and forced Sans-Cravate to release his hold.
"I don"t want you to fight my battles," he said. "When I choose to teach Jean a lesson, I can do it myself all right. A man is always strong when he is not afraid. When he called me a foundling, he said no more than the truth, and I have no right to thrash him for that. But let him beware how he insults Mademoiselle Elina, or makes such remarks as he made just now about dressmakers--for then he would have a chance to see what my arm weighs."
Jean Ficelle eyed Paul contemptuously, and muttered, with a shrug:
"Yes, he"s about as strong as a flea; he can"t carry a commode upstairs!"
But a glance from Sans-Cravate made him change his tone on the instant, and he added, with an affectation of good humor:
"But why does he throw my cards on the ground? if it amuses me to play _biribi_, ain"t I at liberty to do it? _Vive la charte!_ When all"s said and done, Sans-Cravate, you owe me three gla.s.ses of beer; are you going to pay them?"
"With what, I wonder? I wouldn"t ask anything better than to rinse my gullet, for I"m dried up with thirst; but I haven"t a _monaco_!"
Thereupon Jean Ficelle went up to Sans-Cravate, and whispered in his ear, with a glance at Paul:
"Borrow a little tin of him; you"re a friend of his, and friends always lend to each other. If I had any, it would be at your service; but I"m as strapped as you are."
"Paul has no more than the rest of us," replied Sans-Cravate, in an undertone; "I saw him breakfasting this morning on an old dry crust and a gla.s.s of cocoa! When a man eats a meal like that, it means that he ain"t lined with gold."
"But what does he do with his money, then? for he earns more than we do; his luck is indecent. As all the women of the quarter think he"s good-looking, they always choose him to do their errands; the windfalls pa.s.s us by, and are all for him. So he must have money, for he never spends any; he always refuses to play cards, or drink, or go to the wine shop. I tell you again, he"s a mean cuss, who saves up his money, like the miser he is!"
"There you go again! Jean Ficelle, you"re spoiling for a thrashing. Paul is my friend, and I like him; let him do what he pleases with his money, it"s none of our business. One thing I"m sure of is that he"s a fine fellow, for I saw him one evening run after a gentleman and give him back a twenty-franc piece he"d given him by mistake for twenty sous. I"m not sure you"d do as much, Biribi."
"Bah! who knows! You"re stuck on that greenhorn; and yet, if I chose to be mean, I could tell you some things about him that would open your eyes; but you see things crooked----"
"What are you talking about? More nonsense, I"ll bet."
Jean Ficelle pretended to hesitate and to reflect as to whether he should say anything more, but at that moment three young men turned into Rue du Helder from the boulevard and walked toward the messengers.
"Ah! here come customers!" cried Sans-Cravate; "I shall have some supper to-night!"
IV
DIVERS COMMISSIONS
Albert, Celestin, and Tobie walked toward the messengers, while Sans-Cravate went forward to meet Albert, who employed him regularly and always paid him handsomely; so that the young Auvergnat felt a strong liking for the young man, whose free and easy manners and fascinating air pleased him mightily.
"There"s a young man who knows what"s what, who amuses himself and enjoys life!" he would exclaim. "_Credie!_ if I had his figure and his money, that"s the kind of a life I"d like to lead! Three or four mistresses at once! that must be rather pleasant and amusing! a fellow would have no time to be bored."
So it was that Sans-Cravate listened with a smile on his lips and with interest and attention to what Albert said after leading him aside:
"Take this letter and carry it to Madame Baldimer, Rue Neuve-Vivienne; the address is on the envelope. I think that she is not at home; but if by any chance she is, you will ask for an answer; if not, go there again, about eight o"clock, to get the answer; and bring it to me at the Maison-Doree restaurant, where I shall be at that time."
"Very good, monsieur. By the way, can I go up to the lady"s apartment?"
"Yes, yes. You need take no precautions; there"s no father, or husband, or aunt. And, Sans-Cravate, go to my house also, on Rue Caumartin, and ask the concierge if there are any letters for me; if there are, he"ll give them to you, for he knows you; and you will bring them to me at the same place."
"Very good, monsieur; I understand."
Albert placed a five-franc piece in Sans-Cravate"s hand, and left him.
Meanwhile, Celestin de Valnoir had taken Jean Ficelle, who was his favorite messenger, aside and handed him a letter, saying in a very low tone, after looking about to make sure that n.o.body could hear:
"Carry this note to Madame Baldimer--the lady to whose house I have sent you several times."
"Yes, monsieur, I know; I will go upstairs, as usual, and ask for Mamzelle Rosa, the lady"s-maid, saying that I come from you."
"Exactly. And if Madame Baldimer is not at home, Rosa will tell you where you can find her; go there, and bring me the lady"s answer at the Maison-Doree restaurant, where I shall dine. I will speak to the waiter, and he will let me know when you arrive."
"Very good, monsieur."
"By the way, it is possible that the gentleman who has just employed your comrade Sans-Cravate may be sending him also to Madame Baldimer"s.
As he must not know that I am sending you there, be prudent; let Sans-Cravate go first, and don"t go in until he has come out."