"Me? Nothing. I am picking up a pin."
"Go down to the room. I have told you before that I don"t like curious people," and to prove this to him beyond a possibility of doubt the barber kicked the chevalier vigorously, and the latter, not having had time to straighten himself, received the kick in three parts of his body. Touquet did not stop to do more, but led the bachelor to the street door, and opening it for him said,--
"Go, and remember all that you have promised."
Urbain was about to renew his protestations of grat.i.tude, but the barber put an end to them by telling him to go immediately to his dwelling, and closing the door upon him.
Touquet returned into the lower room where he found Chaudoreille, who had resumed his natural size and was promenading with the air of a conqueror, evidently awaiting the thanks of the barber.
"Well, now, by jingo!" cried he impatiently, seeing that the latter said nothing to him. "You have found the magpie in the nest. I haven"t dim sight. And that slap in the face, zounds! I recognized a masculine hand.
I am never deceived. Well, we have, according to what I see, shown the gallant to the door. As to the little one, hang it! With her sanctimonious air, who would have expected it?"
"Be silent!" cried the barber, advancing towards Chaudoreille with a threatening gesture. "Do not outrage Blanche. That the young girl is still pure is as true as that you are a liar and a coward."
"A coward! By jingo, if Rolande could only speak!"
"Yes, I confess that I found someone there, but that someone was not alone with Blanche."
"That is singular. I didn"t hear old Marguerite"s voice."
"You were listening, then, wretch."
"No, it was by chance that some sounds reached my ears; some one called out. I thought that somebody had need of help and, following my natural ardor, I went towards the neighborhood from whence the noise came."
"Well, what did you hear? Speak, I tell you!"
"Oh, nothing, some words. It seemed to me that you were promising to unite the two lovers. At least I believe that"s what I caught. However, if I had not thought that you were keeping the little one for yourself I would have demanded her hand of you long ago. It seems to me that I deserve the preference over that little masker, who if it had not been for his petticoat would have paid dearly for the slap on the face he gave me."
"You become Blanche"s husband!" said the barber, glancing scornfully at the little man. "Listen, Chaudoreille, it suits me to give Blanche to this young man; he will make her happy."
"As to that you are the master, but--"
"But, if you say a word about what you have seen and heard tonight I shall draw down upon you the most terrible vengeance. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, I understand you. By jingo, marry the little one with whom you please. I don"t care a fig for the pair of them. However, if there is to be a wedding, I hope--"
"No, there will be neither a wedding nor a repast--"
"That will be gay!"
"But, if you are discreet, I promise you two pieces of gold when everything is finished and Blanche has left this house."
"Agreed. That will suit me, it is as if I held them now; you might as well pay me in advance."
"I prefer, however, not to pay you until afterwards. But the night is drawing to a close; go home, Chaudoreille, and remember your promise."
"Yes, yes, that"s settled. Is there any news of the seductive marquis and the young Italian?"
"I believe that fire is already extinguished. But that doesn"t astonish me; a fortnight, three weeks, is the measure of the constancy of our great n.o.blemen."
"And after that"s ended it"s probable that there will be one intrigue after another to conduct. If so remember me, my dear Touquet."
"Very good, go to your bed!"
"In fact, it"s about time. I"ll go back to the Rue Brise-Miche; fortunately my portress has a liking for me, or else I should run a great risk of sleeping in the street. However, if you wish, I could wait for day here, on a chair."
"No, no, it"s necessary for you to go; I need some rest, also, and it seems to me that I shall get little of it this night."
Chaudoreille enveloped himself as well as he could in his mantle and went towards the door, making a grimace. The barber closed it on him and went to his room, saying,--
"I have done well; she will go away, no one will hear tell of her again, and everything regarding her will soon be forgotten."
CHAPTER II
HAPPY MOMENTS
Marguerite alone had slept during the night which had wrought so great a change in the barber"s household; greatly cheered and calmed by the possession of Ursule"s talisman she slept more soundly than she had ever done in her new room. As for Blanche one may well suppose that she did not close her eyes for a moment. The amiable child, still bewildered by all the events which had taken place, had hardly had time to pa.s.s from the fear of love to the fear of happiness; she was too innocent, too childlike to have dreamed of love as yet, her poor heart hardly yet realized its own state, though one sentiment stronger than all others dominated its thoughts. She tossed continually on her couch, repeating to herself,--
"He"s a boy, and it was he who sang so beautifully. Mercy, who could have expected it? He was so pleasing as a girl; however, I believe he will be still better as a boy. Oh, I wish it was evening now. He said that he loved me--how strange that is--do I also love him? I believe I do. However, I must ask Marguerite what love is, she ought to know that.
Poor Marguerite, how surprised she"ll be when she learns that he was not a girl. Oh, I wish it was day now."
The day so much desired appeared at length. Blanche had been up for a long time; impatient at not hearing the old nurse come down, she could not resist going up to Marguerite"s room. She knocked at the door, exclaiming,--
"Wake up, dear nurse! it"s very late. I have a thousand things to tell you. Get up, I beg of you--you have slept long enough."
Marguerite, who never had to be awakened, because she always rose sufficiently early, rubbed her eyes, believing that the house was on fire, sought to recall her ideas, to recover the talisman which had been entrusted to her and which had been lost among the bedclothes, while invoking her patron saint, and muttering,--
"Where has it gone to? I"ve looked for it--has the devil taken it away from me during the night? Wait now--ah, I shan"t find it again. I thought I felt something. It must have been the devil who took it maliciously!"
Finally Marguerite found the little sc.r.a.p of Urbain"s breeches, and recalling all that had taken place on the evening before, she hastened to open the door to Blanche, and said,--
"Has Ursule gone? It"s necessary to hasten her away, my child."
"Oh, yes, she"s gone; that is to say, he"s gone. But don"t be afraid, my good friend is willing that he should come--he wishes him to marry me; he"s no longer angry. He"s coming here this evening as a boy; you will see how nice he is; and when we are married, we shall go into the country and you shall come with us. Oh, how happy I shall be! Come, Marguerite, laugh too; you see it"s no longer necessary to have any fear."
Marguerite had no desire to laugh, she would rather have wept, for she understood nothing that Blanche was saying; she opened her eyes as widely as possible and exclaimed,--
"O good G.o.d, my dear child, is your head turned this morning? Can that Ursule be a sorcerer? Don"t jump like that, I beg of you."
Blanche recommenced her narrative and at last made Marguerite understand that Ursule was a boy. The old woman cried, affrightedly,--
"My G.o.d! a boy, and he slept with you?"
"Oh, no, dear nurse, because Monsieur Touquet came in just at the moment when--mercy! I don"t know what we were doing at that moment--oh, yes, I believe he was kissing me."