"No, not all the romance; the refrain only."
"And that was the first time you had heard it?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"Did you open your window then?"
"No, though I should very much have liked to do so; but I glued myself against the window so as to hear better."
"And to see better, no doubt."
"See! Oh, I like to hear much better," answered Blanche, almost frightened at the barber"s glance.
"Are there no curtains at your window?" asked Touquet in a moment.
"Yes, monsieur, there are curtains," answered the young girl timidly.
"Blanche, I"ve told you that I don"t like you to expose yourself to the oglings of the c.o.xcombs who pa.s.s and repa.s.s in the street."
"But, my friend, can anyone see me through the windows?"
"Yes; no doubt of it."
"Oh, well, my friend, if that displeases you, I won"t go to the window again."
Touched by Blanche"s sweetness, the barber a.s.sumed a less severe expression, and, rising from the table, he said, almost kindly,--
"Go back to your room, Blanche; I will try soon to render your life less monotonous. Yes, I feel that you cannot continually remain in such dull retirement."
"Why, I am all right, my friend; and if I could only learn that romance altogether, but M. Chaudoreille only sings me his villanelle, and that is not amusing."
"I will buy you some others."
"Oh, try to get me the one I heard this morning,--
I love to eternity.
Can you remember it?"
"Yes, yes; I will remember it.--But I am waiting for someone to come; go upstairs to your room."
Blanche curtseyed to the barber and gayly went up to her room, while Touquet said to himself, following her with his eyes,--
"Come, I was wrong to make myself uneasy; she knows nothing of him."
An hour after this conversation somebody knocked at the barber"s door and Marguerite admitted Chaudoreille, who came into the lower room with the important air of a man who is very well pleased with himself.
"You"re very late," said Touquet, signing to him to seat himself.
"Why, what the deuce, my dear fellow! Do you think that these affairs are so speedily arranged?"
"I don"t believe, however, that you"ve been all this time in the shop where I sent you."
"No, undoubtedly; but I pa.s.sed a greater part of the time there. After that it was necessary for me to have some dinner, for you did not invite me to partake of yours, I believe."
"Well, were you successful? Give me an account of your mission."
"I went there. Wait, while I dry my forehead a little."
The barber made a movement of impatience and Chaudoreille pa.s.sed over his face a little silk handkerchief, which for prudence" sake he never unrolled. After emitting some exclamations of fatigue, during which Touquet impatiently stamped his foot, he commenced his story.
"To go to that place in the city I could take two roads; I don"t know but I could take three."
"You wretch! take a dozen if you like, but get there."
"It was necessary for me to get there, and then to return here. I decided on going by the Pont-Neuf, then down the quay into the street.
You know, where they sell such good tarts."
"Chaudoreille, you"re mocking at me."
"No, I"m not; but it seemed to me I should tell you everything that I did. But you are so petulant. Finally, I took the shortest way. I went into the shop where the young girl works."
"That"s good luck."
"I entered with that grace which characterizes me; I bowed first to an old woman who was on the right, and afterwards bowed to two young girls who were on the left. In the middle of the shop I saw n.o.body but a cat sleeping on a stool."
"No doubt you bowed to the cat also."
"Oh, if you interrupt me I shall get all mixed up. They asked me what I wanted; I answered, dissembling my designs, "Let me see some ribbons."
They showed me some reds, some blues, some greens, some yellows, some oranges; during this time I examined the two little ones. As nature has endowed me with a penetrating eye, I recognized immediately the one you depicted for me."
"You spoke to her?"
"A moment and you shall see how I conducted the matter. I was sufficiently adroit to get her to serve me. She asked me what color I had decided upon; but I, with careful cunning, did not decide in order that I might prolong the conversation. At last, by a happy chance, some other people came into the shop; then we were less observed."
"And you told her what had brought you there?"
"I decided first for a gold color, and I got her to make a rosette for Rolande. Wait; don"t you think this becomes me well?"
So saying, Chaudoreille rose and put his sword near Touquet"s face, who pushed the chevalier rather brusquely into his seat, exclaiming,--
"If I didn"t restrain myself I should break every bone in your body to teach you not to abuse my patience thus."
"There"s no pleasure in conducting an intrigue with you," said Chaudoreille, a little disconcerted at being reseated so heavily; "but if you wish that I should come to the facts, here I am. I made known to her the intentions of the Marquis de Villebelle."
"His intentions? I didn"t communicate them to you."
"That is to say, his love, his pa.s.sion. At last I demanded a meeting for tomorrow evening."