"Let us see this precious relic. Only to touch it will do one good."
Urbain felt in his ap.r.o.n pocket and drew forth a small paper folded with great care; he opened it and took out a sample of his breeches which he presented to the old servant, pinching his lips to keep a serious face.
Marguerite who had put on her gla.s.ses took the little sc.r.a.p of cloth respectfully, and kissed it three times, crying,--
"That"s it, oh, how good that is! that emits an odor all about it, an odor of sanct.i.ty."
"Do you think so, dear nurse," said Blanche, who was looking at the little sample of cloth in surprise, "I should never have thought that a little rag like that could have any power."
"A rag! O my dear Blanche, speak more respectfully of this relic."
"My talisman is much prettier than that. It"s a little piece of parchment. Wait, here it is." Saying these words Blanche opened her kerchief, and signed to Urbain to look in her corset, half disclosing her virgin neck as she spoke, in order that the supposed Ursule might better perceive her talisman.
"Ah, how charming!" exclaimed Urbain involuntarily.
"Is it not," said Blanche, smiling; "it"s much prettier than that sc.r.a.p of cloth."
Urbain had no strength with which to answer, he remained motionless, his eyes still fixed on the place where the lovely child hid her talisman, while Marguerite, contemplating the fragment of smallclothes, kissed it anew, repeating,--
"The worth of that has been well proven, which makes it all the more precious."
Blanche fastened her kerchief, and Urbain, still moved by what he had seen, sighed deeply.
"What is the matter with you," said the young girl, looking with interest at her whom she believed to be a simple country girl. "You seem grieved."
"Alas, mademoiselle! I was remembering that I was alone and without resources in this city, that I have no parents, no friends."
"Poor girl! Well, we will be your friends. Yes, I feel that I love you already, Ursule."
"Can it be mademoiselle? Ah! if it were only true!"
"Why do you say if it were true? I never say what is untrue; but what I feel I say at once. Isn"t that natural? And do you think that you can love me also?"
"Can I love you," said Urbain, warmly; then remembering that Marguerite was there, he resumed less forcibly, but with an accent that came from his heart,--
"Yes, yes, mademoiselle, and all my life."
"Oh, it is so nice to have a friend of one"s own age," said Blanche, shaking the bachelor"s hand. "At least I shall have some one with whom I can laugh and chat. Marguerite likes to talk very well, but she never laughs and then she never talks of anything but magic and the devil. We shall find other things to talk about, shan"t we, Ursule?"
"Yes, mademoiselle."
"I know very little about anything; always alone in my room, never going out, though I have a great desire to do so; my protector never comes to chat with me; I receive visits from one man only."
"From a man?" said Urbain, anxiously.
"Yes, my music master. Formerly he made me laugh, now he wearies me, for he always sings the same thing to me."
Urbain breathed more freely, and resumed,--
"You sing, mademoiselle?"
"A little," said Blanche, "and do you sing, Ursule?"
"Sometimes."
"That"s better still. You shall teach me the songs of your country and I will teach you the ones that I know."
"You will let me come to see you again, then, mademoiselle?"
"Certainly, every evening, if you can. Remember that I am very lonely by myself, in place of which I shall amuse myself with you. She can come to see us every evening, Marguerite, can"t she? M. Touquet won"t be angry, will he?"
Marguerite during this conversation had remained in meditation and in ecstasy before Ursule"s talisman. She would have given all the world to possess it in her new room, where she had much trouble in going to sleep, but the name of her master drew her from these reflections and she cried,--
"What are you saying about M. Touquet; that he knows we are receiving this young girl without his permission? Oh, no, indeed!"
"But, dear nurse, that"s why it is necessary to ask him."
"Ah, mademoiselle," said Urbain, "he will refuse it, and I shall be deprived of the pleasure of seeing you."
"In that case we will say nothing; but if he would take you into his service?"
"Monsieur does not wish to have anybody else in the house. What could Ursule do here?"
"It"s a pity, for Ursule must find a place to earn her living; how very disagreeable it is to have a talisman which preserves you from all danger and allows you to die of hunger. It"s exactly like mine."
"Oh, I still have time to wait I have a prospect of something before me," said Urbain, "and my expenses are so very little."
"Had your ancestors ever any occasion to prove the virtue of this talisman?" said Marguerite.
"Yes, mademoiselle, many circ.u.mstances prove that, and, above all, my mother had a very strange adventure."
"An adventure," said the old woman, drawing her chair to the hearth. At this moment the church clock struck nine. "O heavens! nine o"clock,"
said Marguerite, "it is very late; you must go, my child. If my master perceives that we have not gone to bed he"ll want to know the reason; come, it"s necessary to part."
"And that adventure which she is going to tell us," said Blanche.
"That will be for tomorrow, if you will permit it," said Urbain.
"Oh, yes, tomorrow. Can she not come tomorrow, dear nurse."
"So be it," said Marguerite, who was also curious to hear it. "But remember to be prudent, Ursule, that n.o.body may know."
"Oh, I"ll answer to you for my silence, mademoiselle."
"That"s well. Wait, here is your talisman. Take care not to lose it.
Good heavens! how happy I should be if I had a similar one."
Urbain received the little sc.r.a.p of cloth, dropping a curtsey and putting it in his pocket, while Marguerite took a lamp to lead him.
"You are going alone," said Blanche, "perhaps a long distance."