There one saw all kinds of toilets; but then, as today, rich garments did not always betoken rank or fortune in those who wore them. The taste for luxury was becoming general, because consideration was accorded only to those who had splendid equipages and magnificent clothing. An appearance of wealth and power obtained all the honors; true merit without distinction, without renown, remained forgotten and in poverty.
And one a.s.suredly sees the same thing today.
Access to court was easy. For a parvenu to introduce himself there, often nothing more was necessary than a costume similar to those worn by courtiers,--the hat adorned by a feather, a doublet and mantle of satin or velvet, the sword at the belt, the whole enlivened by tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs of gold or silver braid. Each sought to procure for himself the most splendid personal appearance, and many ruined themselves in order to appear wealthy.
An attempt was, however, made to arrest this tendency to luxurious habits, which could not hide the poverty of the time. By an edict of the month of November of the year 1633, it was forbidden to all subjects to wear on their shirts, cuffs, head-dresses, or on other linen, all openwork, embroideries of gold or silver thread, braids, laces or cut points, manufactured either within or without the realm.
In the following year a second edict appeared, which prohibited the employment, in habiliments, of any kind of cloth of gold or silver, real or imitation, and decreed that the richest garments should be of velvet, satin or taffetas, without other ornament than two bands of silk embroidery; it also forbade that the liveries of pages, lackeys and coachmen should be made of any other than woollen stuffs. But these laws were soon infringed; men will always have the desire to appear more than they are, and women to hide what they are.
Among the different personages a.s.sembled in the barber"s shop there was one who chatted with n.o.body and seemed to take not the slightest interest in the relation of the scandalous adventures of the night. This was a young man who appeared about nineteen years of age or a little over, endowed with a physiognomy by no means cheerful; for one ordinarily applies that term to those round, fresh faces, red and plump, which breathe health and gayety. He had beautiful eyes, but was pale; n.o.ble features, but rather a melancholy expression; finally, he had what one calls an interesting face, and this sort are in general more fortunate in love than those of cheerful physiognomy. The young man"s costume was very simple; neither ornament nor embroidery adorned his gray coat, b.u.t.toned just to the knee and cut like our frock coat of today; his belt was black; no ribbons floated from his knees and his arms; he neither had a sword nor laces, nor plumes on the broad brim of his hat.
He had been for a very long time in the barber"s shop. On entering, his eyes had appeared to search for something other than the master of the place; he had thrown glances towards the back shop, and still continued to do so. Several times already his turn had come and Touquet had said to him,--
"Whenever you wish, seigneur bachelor."
The young man"s simple costume was, in fact, that which was ordinarily worn by law students in Paris; but to each invitation of the barber the bachelor only answered, "I am not pressed for time," and another took his place.
After a time the loiterers and gossips departed and the young man found himself alone with Touquet, to whom his conduct began to appear singular.
"Now you can no longer yield your turn to anybody," said the barber, offering a chair to the stranger. "In truth I cannot shave you; you have not enough on your chin; but without doubt you came for something, and I am at your service, monsieur."
"Yes," said the young man with an embarra.s.sed air, turning his eyes towards the back shop, "I should like--my hair is too long, and--"
"Seat yourself here, seigneur bachelor; you will find that I am skilful; my hand is as well accustomed to the scissors as to the razor."
The young man decided at last to intrust his head to the barber, but as soon as the latter paused for a moment he profited by it to turn and look into the back shop.
"Are you looking for anything, monsieur?" said Touquet, whom this trick did not escape.
"No--no. I was only looking to see if you were alone here."
"Yes, monsieur; you see I have no need of anybody to help me in order to satisfy my customers."
"Indeed, someone told me you were extremely skilful."
"And monsieur has had time to judge of my talent, he has been nearly two hours in my shop."
"I had nothing pressing to do; and then, I wished to obtain some information of you. Tell me, my friend, who occupies the first story of this house."
"I do, monsieur," said Touquet, after a moment"s hesitation.
The young man seemed vexed then that he had asked the question.
"May I learn, monsieur, how that interests you?" resumed Touquet, looking at the unknown attentively.
"Ah, it is that I am looking for a lodging--in this quarter. One chamber would suffice me. Do you not take lodgers, and could you give me a room if this house belongs to you?"
"This house does belong to me; in fact, monsieur, I cannot grant your request. For a long time I have let no lodgings, and I have no room in the house, which is not very large."
"What! you cannot let me a single chamber, a closet even? I repeat to you, I wish to have one in this neighborhood; I often have business in the Louvre. I will pay you anything that you ask."
"Anything?" said the barber, glancing ironically at the young man"s simple garments. "You are getting on, perhaps, a little, monsieur student. All the same, your desires cannot be gratified, and I advise you to renounce your plans."
Touquet dwelt on this last phrase, and the young man"s face reddened a little; but the barber had finished his ministrations, and the former had no way of prolonging his stay with a man who did not appear to wish to continue the conversation, and to whom he feared he had said too much. The bachelor rose, paid, and at last left the shop, but not without looking up at the windows of the house.
"That"s a lover," said Touquet, as soon as the young man had taken his departure. "Yes, his uneasiness, his looks, his questions--oh, I understand it all. I have served too many lovers ever to be deceived about that. Curse it! this is just what I feared. What vexations I foresee! What anxieties are about to a.s.sail me! He must have seen Blanche, but where? when? how? She never leaves the house without me, and that very rarely; however, this young man is in love with her, I"ll bet a hundred pieces of gold. Halloo there, Marguerite! Marguerite!"
The old servant had heard her master"s loud voice; she mentally invoked her patron saint and went down to the shop.
"How long is it since Blanche went out without my knowing it?" said the barber suddenly.
"Went out? Mademoiselle Blanche?" said Marguerite, looking at her master in surprise.
"Yes,--went out with you. Why don"t you answer?"
"Blessed Holy Virgin! that hasn"t happened for two years; then Mademoiselle Blanche was still a child, and you sometimes allowed her to go with me to take a turn in the big Pre-aux-Clercs. But since that time the poor little thing has not been out, I believe, except twice with you, and that was at night, and Mademoiselle Blanche had a very thick veil."
"I didn"t ask you if she had been out with me. And has any young man been here in my absence who has asked you about her, or who has sought to be introduced to her?"
"Indeed, I would have given him a warm reception. Monsieur doesn"t know me. Except the Chevalier Chaudoreille, mademoiselle has seen no one; as to the latter, he came this morning to give her a music lesson."
"Oh, Chaudoreille isn"t dangerous; but if some student, some young page, should come in my absence and seek to see Blanche, remember to send such heedless fellows away promptly."
"Yes, monsieur, yes. Oh, you may be easy. Besides, hasn"t the beautiful child always about her a precious talisman which will preserve her from all danger? I defy ten gallants to turn her head so long as she carries it, and I will see that she does not leave it off."
"Watch, rather, that she does not open her window; that will be better.
If that should happen, I should be obliged to give her the little room which opens on the court."
"Ah, monsieur, Mademoiselle Blanche would die there of weariness; there one can barely see the light, and the poor little thing does not go out, and could only work during the daytime with a candle."
"Unless she opens her window, it will be a long time before she occupies it," said Touquet in a low voice, making a sign to the servant to leave him, which the latter did, saying,--
"What a misfortune not to have faith in talismans! If monsieur believed in them, he would not deprive that poor little thing of every amus.e.m.e.nt."
The barber had not been mistaken in judging that the young man, who had had so much difficulty in tearing himself away from the shop, was a lover.
The Italian"s song had so captivated Blanche"s ears that the young girl had stood close to her cas.e.m.e.nt, and had not budged from it during the time that her music master had made his variations on the villanelle. At the same moment Urbain was pa.s.sing, and he had stopped to listen to the music, and while listening his glance was carried to Blanche"s window.
At first he had seen nothing but some very small panes; but at last, through these panes, his eyes could distinguish a face so pretty, eyes so blue and so full of the pleasure that Blanche was experiencing, that the young man had remained motionless, his looks fixed upon that window, near which the charming apparition remained. When the music ceased the pretty face disappeared, and the young man had said to himself,--
"I was not in error; there is an angel, a divinity, in that house."
And as that angel, that divinity, lived in the modest house of a barber, the bachelor had believed he should penetrate into the third heaven in entering Master Touquet"s shop; but he returned to ideas more terrestrial on seeing nothing but men who had come to be shaved, who had about them nothing divine, despite all the essences with which their chins were besmeared. Urbain had glanced towards the back shop, hoping to perceive the pretty figure of the first floor, and had prolonged as much as possible his stay in the barber"s shop. We have witnessed the result of his conversation with the barber.
The young man departed, very much out of sorts; he perceived that he had made a blunder in questioning the barber, who was probably his adored one"s father; for the young men of that time were inflamed with love as quickly as those of today. He felt that before going into the shop he should have obtained some information in the neighborhood, and he decided to finish as he should have begun. In all times the bakers have had very correct ideas about their neighbors, because the neighbors are all obliged to go or to send to the baker"s. Urbain went into a shop at a little distance, and while paying for some rolls entered into conversation with the woman who was behind the counter,--a conversation in which all the servants who arrived at that moment took part.
"Do you know a barber in this street?"
"A barber? Yes, my good monsieur; down there at the corner of the Rue Saint-Honore,--Master Touquet. Has monsieur some business with him? Oh, he"s a very skilful man at his trade, and has made lots of money, by shaving beards, or in some other way. What that is I won"t pretend to tell you. That"s so--isn"t it, Madame Ledoux?"
"It is true," said Madame Ledoux, resting a basket of vegetables on the counter, "that Touquet has not always enjoyed an excellent reputation. I have lived in the neighborhood for eight years and, thank G.o.d, I know everything that has pa.s.sed here,--all that everybody has done here, and all that everybody is still doing; and that reminds me that yesterday evening I saw Madame Grippart come home at ten o"clock with a young man, who left her in front of the grocer"s shop after having held her hand in his for more than two hours, while that poor Grippart was peacefully slumbering, for he goes to bed at nine o"clock. That doesn"t trouble him; he well deserves it, for he went about everywhere saying that his wife had a strong breath, and those things need not be said.--But to return to Master Touquet. Oh, that"s a sly blade, a crafty, cunning fellow. I"ve known him since he settled in this street; he"s been here nearly fifteen years. He rented the house which belonged to M. Richard.