Urbain turned sharply round and perceived at his side a big, jolly fellow, in the garb of a chair porter, who was offering his arm and smiling almost to his ears. Without answering, and little pleased by this adventure, the young man began to run, soon leaving his gallant in the lurch. But his troubles were not to end there; some two hundred steps farther on, he was stopped anew by some pages who essayed to kiss him; he disengaged himself from them as speedily as possible, and resumed his course. Later he was in turn accosted by some students, some lackeys, and some soldiers, several of them pursuing him. Urbain, that he might the better escape them, redoubled his agility, and, in order to run faster, gathered his skirts up about his knees; but the higher he pulled them, the greater ardor these gentlemen evinced in following him.
"Hang it," said Urbain, while running, "I didn"t disguise myself as a woman to be pinched by all the pages and lackeys of this city. Men are the devil incorporate; I perceive now that it"s more agreeable to wear breeches than petticoats, but tomorrow I shall obtain entrance to Blanche"s dwelling. Come, courage--they"ll leave me alone perhaps."
And Urbain jumped over the puddles, wound among the streets, perspiring and suffocating in his corset, and under the false bosom with which the young servant had stuffed his chest. Turning down the streets at random as he came to them, in order to escape his pursuers, he did not know himself in what neighborhood he was.
At last, not hearing anyone behind him, he stopped to take breath and recognize the place in which he stood. He had pa.s.sed the bridges and had reached the great Pre-aux-Clercs, in which they had commenced to build houses and open streets; as they had done in the little Pre-aux-Clercs, which towards the end of the reign of Henri the Fourth was entirely covered with houses and gardens.
"Good; here"s the new street they call Rue de Verneuil," said Urbain to himself; "and this is the Chemin-aux-Vaches where they"ve built the Rue Saint-Dominique; I recognize it. But I"ll rest for a minute or two, I"m too far from home to return there immediately--I can"t walk any farther.
Let"s get my breath at least. This neighborhood"s deserted, and, as night is far advanced, let"s hope I shall make no more conquests."
Urbain hoisted his skirts and seated himself on a stone. At the expiration of half an hour, feeling rested, he rose and took the way to his lodgings. He walked quietly along congratulating himself that he should meet no one else when suddenly, in pa.s.sing by the Rue de Bourbon, he saw four men who were leaving it and who, on sight of him, barred the way.
"Who goes there? So late--and the game is still rising?"
"Upon my honor a charming meeting, it"s a little country wench."
"Better still. I"m very fond of peasants."
"What the devil, marquis! a peasant who walks about Paris in the middle of the night. That"s an innocence which seems to me tremendously adventurous."
"Come, chevalier, your thoughts are always evil. I"ll wager the poor child came to Paris for nothing but to sell her eggs."
"Let her have come for what she will, she sha"n"t return without the impress of my mustaches on her pretty lips."
Urbain realized by the language and manners of these gentlemen that they were profligates of the higher cla.s.ses. Unable to make his escape, for he was surrounded on every side, he tried to relieve himself of them by saying in a falsetto voice,--
"Gentlemen, leave me, I beg of you; I am not what you believe."
But his prayers were unheeded; they pushed him, they surrounded him.
Urbain, rendered impatient by these manners, saw no means of regaining his liberty save making himself known, and he cried in his natural voice,--
"Leave me, gentlemen, I repeat to you, you are addressing the wrong person."
These words, p.r.o.nounced by the young bachelor in a manner which left no doubt as to his s.e.x, produced the effect of a head of Medusa on the four young n.o.blemen: they remained motionless for a moment, then they all burst into a shout of laughter, crying: "It"s a man. What a unique adventure."
"Yes, gentlemen, it is a man," answered Urbain. "I hope now that you will allow me to continue on my way."
"As for me, I will no longer oppose you," said one of the strangers.
"Come, Villebelle," resumed another, "let the boy go. You can see very well he"s not a girl. I believe, deuce take it, that the wine we"ve drunk didn"t allow the marquis to see our mistake. Isn"t that so, chevalier?"
"Yes, yes, indeed, gentlemen," answered the Marquis de Villebelle; for it was that n.o.bleman himself, who, as he had said to the barber, made merry with his friends by seeking spicy adventures in the streets of the capital. With a head excited by wines and liqueurs, the marquis, always the leader in the follies and extravagances committed in these escapades, had pressed Urbain most closely, and on the latter making himself known had continued to hold the young bachelor.
"A moment, my boy," said he, stopping Urbain. "We know you"re not a girl, that"s all very well; but, by all the devils! in this disguise you must necessarily have had some very comical adventures; recount them to us, "t will amuse us, and afterwards you shall be free to go your way."
"Yes, yes," repeated the others; "he must tell us why he"s dressed up like a woman."
"I must really tell this adventure at the cardinal"s little levee tomorrow morning.
"And I must tell it to Marion Delorme. I"ll have Bois-Robert put it into verse for the court."
"Colletel shall turn it into a comedy. Come, speak on."
"Yet, once more, gentlemen, allow me to go on my way; by what right do you interrogate me? I have nothing to say to you, and I wish to depart."
Saying these words, he endeavored to repulse the marquis anew, but the latter barred the way and drew his sword, crying,--
"Upon my honor, this little goodman is very fractious. It"s really too droll. You shall speak or we will make you jump under our swords like a spaniel."
"Insolent fellow," exclaimed Urbain, furiously; "had I a weapon you had not dared to use such language to me, or I should already have chastised you."
"Truly? Oh, hang it. I should like to see how you handle a sword. Come, chevalier, lend him yours."
"What, Villebelle, you wish it?"
"Yes, undoubtedly, a duel with a peasant--that will be a joke."
"Come, gentlemen, make a circle."
So saying, the marquis took a sword from one of his companions and presented it to Urbain.
"Hold," said he, "here"s a weapon, defend yourself. Guard yourself, girl-boy, and let us see if you are as brave as you"re stubborn."
Urbain seized the sword with ardor and immediately attacked the marquis.
Though embarra.s.sed by his petticoats and corset he pressed impetuously on his adversary, who, while parrying his strokes, exclaimed at every moment,--
"Well done; very well done, "pon my honor! Do you see that, gentlemen?--and that parry--and that thrust. Deuce take it, if he goes on in this way I must use all my skill to--"
A stroke of his adversary"s sword, which crossed his forearm, cut short the marquis" words; his sword dropped from his hand, his friends surrounded and supported him, while Urbain himself offered his help.
"It"s nothing--a mere nothing," said the marquis; "good-by, my friend, you"re a brave fellow, and I"m pleased to have made your acquaintance; although I don"t know with whom I"ve fought this duel. As to you, if some day you find yourself in any embarra.s.sment, if you have a bad business or need a protector, come to my hotel, ask for the Marquis de Villebelle and you will always find me ready to oblige you."
CHAPTER XIII
THE TeTE-a-TeTE
Dawn had followed this night so fruitful in events, during which sleep had not touched Julia"s eyes; uneasy, impatient, twenty times had she arisen from her sofa to go to the door and listen, in the belief that she could at last distinguish some sound, some disturbance which indicated the approach of the marquis. But though she had heard every hour strike during this to her apparently endless night, the seductive Villebelle had not yet arrived.
The brow of the young Italian was clouded; her eyes, always vivacious and l.u.s.trous, under her change of feeling were now animated by a gloomy fire which boded ill for those who had caused it; Julia"s breast was oppressed, sighs escaped her lips and she walked aimlessly and angrily about the apartment, the elegance of which no longer delighted her; she pa.s.sed the mirrors without even looking at herself in them. Her vanity was most painfully mortified and humiliated, she felt insulted by the indifference of this marquis who had led her to compromise herself thus, and now failed to keep his appointment, whose conduct, in fact, was inexcusable. What woman would pardon such neglect?
To allow herself to be abducted with a good grace, and to be forced to spend the entire night following in solitude. Love will excuse many things, but self-love excuses nothing.
As soon as daylight paled the light of the candles, Julia opened the door of the boudoir and, crossing several rooms, ventured into the corridor.
"I don"t believe that I can escape," she said, smiling bitterly; "they have taken too many precautions to keep me; but monsieur le marquis and his worthy agent no doubt imagine me to be in a state of ecstatic happiness at the mere fact of having been brought to this house.
Patience! One day perhaps they will know me better."