"My dear Touquet, listen well to what I am going to say: I don"t tease you about your method of shaving beards, and don"t you meddle with my way of teaching music. Each one to his own trade. You know the proverb.
I teach my pupils nothing but masterpieces, and I"m not going to cram their heads with the little gurglings of those miserable clowns who travel from Naples here singing the same roulade."
"It"s vexatious, then, that the young girls prefer these roulades to your masterpieces. You gave Blanche a music lesson this morning, and she tells me that you have wearied her with your villanelle."
"Had anyone but you told me that?" cried Chaudoreille, rising in vexation. "I should have attributed it to jealousy. But it"s getting late; it"s been a tiring day, and I must go to rest. If, however, you wish me to remain here for fear the singers should return, I will sacrifice my repose."
"No, no; it"s unnecessary," said the barber, smiling. "They won"t come back; go to bed."
"You have no need of my services tomorrow evening, then?"
"No--however, if you like to be walking on the Pont de la Tournelle at the hour agreed on, you could at any rate serve as a spy for us."
"Sufficient," said Chaudoreille, pulling his hat over his eyes; "you can count on me in life and in death; I shall be at the rendezvous at the exact hour, and Rolande shall be sharp. Good-by!"
So saying the chevalier pa.s.sed through the pa.s.sageway into the alley and opened the door of the house. He thrust his head out into the street, and, after glancing cautiously to the right and left, went on his way like a stag who hears the sound of the chase.
CHAPTER IX
THE CLOSET. THE ABDUCTION
As everything coheres, everything is connected in this lower world, there is no chance; but there are many rebounds which transmit from one to another events, effects, for which we bless or curse fate,--as they are fortunate or unfortunate,--instead of tracing them to their original causes, from which, in truth, we are sometimes removed so far as to have no cognizance of them.
Thus it came to pa.s.s that our young Urbain had blessed chance on perceiving that the light was still burning in Blanche"s room; but if the young girl had not gone to rest it was not by chance, but because Marguerite could not decide to go up to bed in her new room before knowing where the little door in the back of her alcove led.
Now if the garrulous old maidservant had not confessed to her master that she had witnessed his nightly vigils, the latter would not have made her change her lodging; and the fear which induced him to do so was due to other causes still more remote; thus, by a series of events, Marguerite"s gossip had led to Blanche"s hearing Urbain"s sweet and tender voice sing the romance which had so enchanted her in the morning.
"Yes, mademoiselle," said the old woman, some moments before the young lover began to sing, "I know I should die of fright if I should have to sleep alone in that horrid room, formerly inhabited by a magician, without knowing where that little door leads to--perhaps into that Odoard"s laboratory. Who knows whether he isn"t still there? These sorcerers are sometimes shut up by themselves for half a century, searching for secrets which will enable them to give human kind into the hands of the devil. I am sure that M. Touquet, who is very indifferent in regard to everything pertaining to sorcerers, has not once been into that room. Let me pa.s.s the night in your room, my child; tomorrow, when it"s daylight, we"ll go together and open that door, since the Chevalier Chaudoreille wasn"t polite enough to do so. I can pa.s.s the night in this easy chair; I shall be much better here than upstairs, and I can tell you some interesting stories before you go to sleep."
Blanche could not refuse Marguerite what she asked as a favor; the old woman was relating her third story of sorcery, and the young girl, who felt that her eyes were growing heavy, was about to go to bed, when the sounds of a guitar were heard.
Blanche listened, and made a sign to Marguerite to be silent, and soon recognized with delight the air which she was desirous of learning.
There is something sweeter, more seductive, in music thus heard in the middle of the night; it finds its way more quickly to the heart.
Urbain"s voice was flexible and melodious. Blanche, transported, remained motionless, as though she feared by a single movement to lose a sound, while Marguerite, gaping with astonishment, looked at the engaging child without appearing greatly enchanted with the music. But Marguerite was more than sixty years old, and music had not the same effect upon her as upon Blanche; the sounds reached no farther than her ears, while they vibrated deliciously in the depths of the heart of sixteen.
Very soon, however, the noise which they heard in the street put an end to Blanche"s happiness; she recognized the barber"s voice, and the threats which he p.r.o.nounced made her tremble, as well as Marguerite, who cried immediately,--
"Go to bed! go to bed quickly, my child, and extinguish the light; if M.
Touquet sees that we are still awake, if he should find me in here--O holy blessed Virgin! I shall be lost."
"But why is he so angry?" said Blanche. "Is singing in the streets in the evenings forbidden? I was so pleased to hear that romance. What harm was the young man doing?--for it was a young man who was singing--was it not, dear nurse? It was not the voice of an old man, and, oh, how well he sang! I have never heard such a pretty voice; it had a singular effect on me; it made my heart beat with pleasure--didn"t it yours, Marguerite?"
Marguerite, whose heart was beating only with fear, contented herself with repeating, "Go to bed quickly, put out the lamp, and above all don"t say tomorrow that you heard the singing; that would prove that you were not yet asleep, and M. Touquet wishes everyone to go to sleep as soon as they go to bed."
Since it was necessary to yield to the insistence of the old servant, Blanche went to bed, but she did not go to sleep; the young singer"s voice still seemed to ring in her ears, and on hearing the least sound in the street she imagined that it was the musician again. As to Marguerite, after putting out the lamp, she extended herself in an armchair near the fire and fell asleep, murmuring a prayer to drive away evil spirits.
The morning after this night, so fertile with events, Blanche arose early. She was pensive, preoccupied, still dreaming of the young singer"s voice; she felt new desires, and sighed as she glanced toward the street. Marguerite ran to her work, saying to Blanche,--
"When monsieur is most busily engaged with his customers, we"ll go up together into my room; but, my child, above all don"t say anything about the music."
Blanche promised her, saying, "Why should he be angry because somebody came to sing such a pretty air under our windows?"
The barber said nothing to the young girl about the adventure of the night; he contented himself with observing Blanche, and the lovely child, remembering the threats which she had overheard him utter against the singer, had no desire to chat; she hastened to return to her chamber, where Marguerite was not long in coming to rejoin her.
"Now is the time," said the old servant; "monsieur has a good many people to shave. Come, my child; come up with me, and above all don"t be frightened; I have taken every precaution necessary to drive away the goblins."
"Frightened!" said Blanche, because she saw that Marguerite was trembling. "No, dear nurse, no; I a.s.sure you that I"m not thinking of your secret door at all."
Thus saying, Blanche darted lightly up the stairs, while Marguerite followed her more slowly, saying, "Happy age when one has no fear of magicians, because one does not understand all their wickedness,--it is true that she has a talisman."
When they reached the room, Blanche entered quickly, while the old woman made a genuflexion and invoked her patron saint, after which she decided also to go into her new room, throwing anxious glances about her.
Blanche had run into the alcove and already drawn the bed into the middle of the room.
"Wait a moment; don"t be so imprudent," cried Marguerite to her. "Is it necessary to do things so quickly?"
"But, dear nurse, the sooner we open that door, the sooner you"ll be rea.s.sured."
"Rea.s.sured! that"s what I wish. Have you your talisman, my darling?"
"Of course I have. Didn"t you sew it yourself inside my corsets?"
"That"s true."
"I don"t see the door you were talking about."
"It is so well encased in the woodwork."
"Ah, here it is!"
"Wait a moment, mademoiselle, while I throw some holy water before it."
"But there"s no key; how can we open it?"
"Well, we must try. I have several keys that I have picked up while cleaning the house, perhaps one of those will open it."
Marguerite advanced tremblingly towards the end of the alcove. She drew from her pocket half a dozen rusty keys of different sizes, and was about to try one of them, but her hand shook and she could not find the keyhole. Blanche seized one key and tried it unsuccessfully, then a second; but at the third the young girl uttered a cry of joy, for the key turned, and Marguerite crossed herself, murmuring,--
"O my G.o.d, the door is opening!"
In fact, the door yielded to Blanche"s effort and opened, creaking and groaning on its hinges, and the two women beheld a square closet; but, as it received no light except from the little door that opened into it, and as that door led into a dark alcove, one may conceive that there was little daylight there. Blanche remained on the doorsill and Marguerite recoiled a few steps, saying,--
"See now, my child; I was right in thinking that that door led somewhere. Oh, this is as dark as a cave."
"Let us go in here, nurse."