The footman answered him, when he presented himself:
"Madame is out, but Mademoiselle is at home."
Again he felt a thrill of joy.
"Tell her that I should like to speak to her."
Annette appeared very soon.
"Good-day, dear master," said she gravely.
He began to laugh, shook hands with her, and sitting near her, said:
"Guess why I have come."
She thought a few seconds.
"I don"t know."
"To take you and your mother to the jeweler"s to choose the sapphire cornflower I promised you at Roncieres."
The young girl"s face was illumined with delight.
"Oh, and mamma has gone out," said she. "But she will return soon. You will wait for her, won"t you?"
"Yes, if she is not too long."
"Oh, how insolent! Too long, with me! You treat me like a child."
"No, not so much as you think," he replied.
He felt in his heart a longing to please her, to be gallant and witty, as in the most successful days of his youth, one of those instinctive desires that excite all the faculties of charming, that make the peac.o.c.k spread its tail and the poet write verses. Quick and vivacious phrases rose to his lips, and he talked as he knew how to talk when he was at his best. The young girl, animated by his vivacity, answered him with all the mischief and playful shrewdness that were in her.
Suddenly, while he was discussing an opinion, he exclaimed: "But you have already said that to me often, and I answered you--"
She interrupted him with a burst of laughter.
"Ah, you don"t say "_tu_" to me any more! You take me for mamma!"
He blushed and was silent, then he stammered:
"Your mother has already sustained that opinion with me a hundred times."
His eloquence was extinguished; he knew no more what to say, and he now felt afraid, incomprehensibly afraid, of this little girl.
"Here is mamma," said she.
She had heard the door open in the outer drawing-room, and Olivier, disturbed as if some one had caught him in a fault, explained how he had suddenly bethought him of his promise, and had come for them to take them to the jeweler"s.
"I have a coupe," said he. "I will take the bracket seat."
They set out, and a little later they entered Montara"s.
Having pa.s.sed all his life in the intimacy, observation, study, and affection of women, having always occupied his mind with them, having been obliged to sound and discover their tastes, to know the details of dress and fashion as they knew them, being familiar with the minute details of their private life, he had arrived at a point that enabled him often to share certain of their sensations, and he always experienced, when entering one of the great shops where the charming and delicate accessories of their beauty are to be found, an emotion of pleasure that almost equaled that which stirred their hearts. He interested himself as they did in those coquettish trifles with which they set forth their beauty; the stuffs pleased his eyes; the laces attracted his hands; the most insignificant furbelows held his attention. In jewelers" shops he felt for the showcases a sort of religious respect, as if before a sanctuary of opulent seduction; and the counter, covered with dark cloth, upon which the supple fingers of the goldsmith make the jewels roll, displaying their precious reflections, filled him with a certain esteem.
When he had seated the Countess and her daughter before this severe piece of furniture, on which each, with a natural movement, placed one hand, he indicated what he wanted, and they showed him models of little flowers.
Then they spread sapphires before him, from which it was necessary to choose four. This took a long time. The two women turned them over on the cloth with the tips of their fingers, then lifted them carefully, looked through them at the light, studying them with knowing and pa.s.sionate attention. When they had laid aside those they had chosen, three emeralds had to be selected to make the leaves, then a tiny diamond that would tremble in the center like a drop of dew.
Then Olivier, intoxicated with the joy of giving, said to the Countess:
"Will you do me the favor to choose two rings?"
"I?"
"Yes. One for you, one for Annette. Let me make you these little presents in memory of the two days I pa.s.sed at Roncieres."
She refused. He insisted. A long discussion followed, a struggle of words and arguments, which ended, not without difficulty, in his triumph.
Rings were brought, some, the rarest, alone in special cases; others arranged in similar groups in large square boxes, wherein all the fancifulness of their settings were displayed in alignment on the velvet. The painter was seated between the two women, and began, with the same ardent curiosity, to take up the gold rings, one by one, from the narrow slits that held them. He deposited them before him on the cloth-covered counter where they were ma.s.sed in two groups, those that had been rejected at first sight and those from which a choice would be made.
Time was pa.s.sing, insensibly and sweetly, in this pretty work of selection, more captivating than all the pleasures of the world, distracting and varied as a play, stirring also an exquisite and almost sensuous pleasure in a woman"s heart.
Then they compared, grew animated, and, after some hesitation, the choice of the three judges settled upon a little golden serpent holding a beautiful ruby between his thin jaws and his twisted tail.
Olivier, radiant, now arose.
"I will leave you my carriage," said he; "I have something to look after, and I must go."
But Annette begged her mother to walk home, since the weather was so fine. The Countess consented, and, having thanked Bertin, went out into the street with her daughter.
They walked for some time in silence, enjoying the sweet realization of presents received; then they began to talk of all the jewels they had seen and handled. Within their minds still lingered a sort of glittering and jingling, an echo of gaiety. They walked quickly through the crowd which fills the street about five o"clock on a summer evening. Men turned to look at Annette, and murmured in distinct words of admiration as they pa.s.sed. It was the first time since her mourning, since black attire had added brilliancy to her daughter"s beauty, that the Countess had gone out with her in the streets of Paris; and the sensation of that street success, that awakened attention, those whispered compliments, that little wake of flattering emotion which the pa.s.sing of a pretty woman leaves in a crowd of men, contracted her heart little by little with the same painful feeling she had had the other evening in her drawing-room, when her guests had compared the little one with her own portrait. In spite of herself, she watched for those glances that Annette attracted; she felt them coming from a distance, pa.s.s over her own face without stopping and suddenly settle upon the fair face beside her own. She guessed, she saw in the eyes the rapid and silent homage to this blooming youth, to the powerful charm of that radiant freshness, and she thought: "I was as pretty as she, if not prettier." Suddenly the thought of Olivier flashed across her mind, and she was seized, as at Roncieres, with a longing to flee.
She did not wish to feel herself any longer in this bright light, amid this stream of people, seen by all those men who yet did not look at her. Those days seemed far away, though in reality quite recent, when she had sought and provoked comparison with her daughter. Who, to-day, among the pa.s.sers, thought of comparing them? Only one person had thought of it, perhaps, a little while ago, in the jeweler"s shop. He?
Oh, what suffering! Could it be that he was thinking continually of that comparison? Certainly he could not see them together without thinking of it, and without remembering the time when she herself had entered his house, so fresh, so pretty, so sure of being loved!
"I feel ill," said she. "We will take a cab, my child."
Annette was uneasy.
"What is the matter, mamma?" she asked.
"It is nothing; you know that since your grandmother"s death I often have these moments of weakness."
CHAPTER V