"No, it is only this. There is a young man in the box whom I shall annoy by going in, and I want to annoy him."
"I am sorry to hear it," said Newman. "Can"t you leave the poor fellow alone?"
"No, he has given me cause. The box is not his. Noemie came in alone and installed herself. I went and spoke to her, and in a few moments she asked me to go and get her fan from the pocket of her cloak, which the ouvreuse had carried off. In my absence this gentleman came in and took the chair beside Noemie in which I had been sitting. My reappearance disgusted him, and he had the grossness to show it. He came within an ace of being impertinent. I don"t know who he is; he is some vulgar wretch. I can"t think where she picks up such acquaintances. He has been drinking, too, but he knows what he is about. Just now, in the second act, he was unmannerly again. I shall put in another appearance for ten minutes--time enough to give him an opportunity to commit himself, if he feels inclined. I really can"t let the brute suppose that he is keeping me out of the box."
"My dear fellow," said Newman, remonstrantly, "what child"s play! You are not going to pick a quarrel about that girl, I hope."
"That girl has nothing to do with it, and I have no intention of picking a quarrel. I am not a bully nor a fire-eater. I simply wish to make a point that a gentleman must."
"Oh, d.a.m.n your point!" said Newman. "That is the trouble with you Frenchmen; you must be always making points. Well," he added, "be short.
But if you are going in for this kind of thing, we must ship you off to America in advance."
"Very good," Valentin answered, "whenever you please. But if I go to America, I must not let this gentleman suppose that it is to run away from him."
And they separated. At the end of the act Newman observed that Valentin was still in the baignoire. He strolled into the corridor again, expecting to meet him, and when he was within a few yards of Mademoiselle Nioche"s box saw his friend pa.s.s out, accompanied by the young man who had been seated beside its fair occupant. The two gentlemen walked with some quickness of step to a distant part of the lobby, where Newman perceived them stop and stand talking. The manner of each was perfectly quiet, but the stranger, who looked flushed, had begun to wipe his face very emphatically with his pocket-handkerchief.
By this time Newman was abreast of the baignoire; the door had been left ajar, and he could see a pink dress inside. He immediately went in.
Mademoiselle Nioche turned and greeted him with a brilliant smile.
"Ah, you have at last decided to come and see me?" she exclaimed. "You just save your politeness. You find me in a fine moment. Sit down."
There was a very becoming little flush in her cheek, and her eye had a noticeable spark. You would have said that she had received some very good news.
"Something has happened here!" said Newman, without sitting down.
"You find me in a very fine moment," she repeated. "Two gentlemen--one of them is M. de Bellegarde, the pleasure of whose acquaintance I owe to you--have just had words about your humble servant. Very big words too.
They can"t come off without crossing swords. A duel--that will give me a push!" cried Mademoiselle Noemie clapping her little hands. "C"est ca qui pose une femme!"
"You don"t mean to say that Bellegarde is going to fight about YOU!"
exclaimed Newman, disgustedly.
"Nothing else!" and she looked at him with a hard little smile. "No, no, you are not galant! And if you prevent this affair I shall owe you a grudge--and pay my debt!"
Newman uttered an imprecation which, though brief--it consisted simply of the interjection "Oh!" followed by a geographical, or more correctly, perhaps a theological noun in four letters--had better not be transferred to these pages. He turned his back without more ceremony upon the pink dress and went out of the box. In the corridor he found Valentin and his companion walking towards him. The latter was thrusting a card into his waistcoat pocket. Mademoiselle Noemie"s jealous votary was a tall, robust young man with a thick nose, a prominent blue eye, a Germanic physiognomy, and a ma.s.sive watch-chain. When they reached the box, Valentin with an emphasized bow made way for him to pa.s.s in first.
Newman touched Valentin"s arm as a sign that he wished to speak with him, and Bellegarde answered that he would be with him in an instant.
Valentin entered the box after the robust young man, but a couple of minutes afterwards he reappeared, largely smiling.
"She is immensely tickled," he said. "She says we will make her fortune.
I don"t want to be fatuous, but I think it is very possible."
"So you are going to fight?" said Newman.
"My dear fellow, don"t look so mortally disgusted. It was not my choice.
The thing is all arranged."
"I told you so!" groaned Newman.
"I told HIM so," said Valentin, smiling.
"What did he do to you?"
"My good friend, it doesn"t matter what. He used an expression--I took it up."
"But I insist upon knowing; I can"t, as your elder brother, have you rushing into this sort of nonsense."
"I am very much obliged to you," said Valentin. "I have nothing to conceal, but I can"t go into particulars now and here."
"We will leave this place, then. You can tell me outside."
"Oh no, I can"t leave this place, why should I hurry away? I will go to my orchestra-stall and sit out the opera."
"You will not enjoy it; you will be preoccupied."
Valentin looked at him a moment, colored a little, smiled, and patted him on the arm. "You are delightfully simple! Before an affair a man is quiet. The quietest thing I can do is to go straight to my place."
"Ah," said Newman, "you want her to see you there--you and your quietness. I am not so simple! It is a poor business."
Valentin remained, and the two men, in their respective places, sat out the rest of the performance, which was also enjoyed by Mademoiselle Nioche and her truculent admirer. At the end Newman joined Valentin again, and they went into the street together. Valentin shook his head at his friend"s proposal that he should get into Newman"s own vehicle, and stopped on the edge of the pavement. "I must go off alone," he said; "I must look up a couple of friends who will take charge of this matter."
"I will take charge of it," Newman declared. "Put it into my hands."
"You are very kind, but that is hardly possible. In the first place, you are, as you said just now, almost my brother; you are about to marry my sister. That alone disqualifies you; it casts doubts on your impartiality. And if it didn"t, it would be enough for me that I strongly suspect you of disapproving of the affair. You would try to prevent a meeting."
"Of course I should," said Newman. "Whoever your friends are, I hope they will do that."
"Unquestionably they will. They will urge that excuses be made, proper excuses. But you would be too good-natured. You won"t do."
Newman was silent a moment. He was keenly annoyed, but he saw it was useless to attempt interference. "When is this precious performance to come off?" he asked.
"The sooner the better," said Valentin. "The day after to-morrow, I hope."
"Well," said Newman, "I have certainly a claim to know the facts. I can"t consent to shut my eyes to the matter."
"I shall be most happy to tell you the facts," said Valentin. "They are very simple, and it will be quickly done. But now everything depends on my putting my hands on my friends without delay. I will jump into a cab; you had better drive to my room and wait for me there. I will turn up at the end of an hour."
Newman a.s.sented protestingly, let his friend go, and then betook himself to the picturesque little apartment in the Rue d"Anjou. It was more than an hour before Valentin returned, but when he did so he was able to announce that he had found one of his desired friends, and that this gentleman had taken upon himself the care of securing an a.s.sociate.
Newman had been sitting without lights by Valentin"s faded fire, upon which he had thrown a log; the blaze played over the richly-enc.u.mbered little sitting-room and produced fantastic gleams and shadows. He listened in silence to Valentin"s account of what had pa.s.sed between him and the gentleman whose card he had in his pocket--M. Stanislas Kapp, of Strasbourg--after his return to Mademoiselle Nioche"s box. This hospitable young lady had espied an acquaintance on the other side of the house, and had expressed her displeasure at his not having the civility to come and pay her a visit. "Oh, let him alone!" M. Stanislas Kapp had hereupon exclaimed. "There are too many people in the box already." And he had fixed his eyes with a demonstrative stare upon M.
de Bellegarde. Valentin had promptly retorted that if there were too many people in the box it was easy for M. Kapp to diminish the number.
"I shall be most happy to open the door for YOU!" M. Kapp exclaimed. "I shall be delighted to fling you into the pit!" Valentin had answered.
"Oh, do make a rumpus and get into the papers!" Miss Noemie had gleefully e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. "M. Kapp, turn him out; or, M. de Bellegarde, pitch him into the pit, into the orchestra--anywhere! I don"t care who does which, so long as you make a scene." Valentin answered that they would make no scene, but that the gentleman would be so good as to step into the corridor with him. In the corridor, after a brief further exchange of words, there had been an exchange of cards. M. Stanislas Kapp was very stiff. He evidently meant to force his offence home.
"The man, no doubt, was insolent," Newman said; "but if you hadn"t gone back into the box the thing wouldn"t have happened."
"Why, don"t you see," Valentin replied, "that the event proves the extreme propriety of my going back into the box? M. Kapp wished to provoke me; he was awaiting his chance. In such a case--that is, when he has been, so to speak, notified--a man must be on hand to receive the provocation. My not returning would simply have been tantamount to my saying to M. Stanislas Kapp, "Oh, if you are going to be disagreeable""--
""You must manage it by yourself; d.a.m.ned if I"ll help you!" That would have been a thoroughly sensible thing to say. The only attraction for you seems to have been the prospect of M. Kapp"s impertinence," Newman went on. "You told me you were not going back for that girl."
"Oh, don"t mention that girl any more," murmured Valentin. "She"s a bore."
"With all my heart. But if that is the way you feel about her, why couldn"t you let her alone?"