"If I were a king I would live in a palace and you should be my housekeeper. But as I am a ragged vagabond too idle to work, I am puzzled as to the disposal of you."
She grew very white and rose to her feet.
"I understand. You are driving me away. If it is your desire I will earn my living alone. _Je ne vous serai pas sur le dos._"
For all her vulgar a.s.severation that she would not be on his back, her manner held a dignity which touched him. He held out his hand.
"But I don"t drive you away, little idiot," he laughed. "On the contrary. You are like Asticot and Narcisse. You belong to me. But Asticot is going to learn how to become an artist, and Narcisse when he is bored can hunt for fleas. You are a young woman; things must arrange themselves differently. But how? _Voila tout!_"
"It is very simple," said Blanquette.
"How, simple?"
"_Dame!_ I can work for you and Asticot."
"The devil!" cried Paragot.
"But yes," she went on earnestly. "I know that men are men, and sometimes they do not like to work. It happens very often. _Tiens! mon maitre_, I am alone, all that is most alone. You are the only friends I have in the world, you and Asticot. You have been kinder to me than any one I have ever met. I put you in my prayers every night. It is a very little thing that I should work for you, if it fatigues you to sc.r.a.pe the fiddle in these holes of cabarets. It is true. True as the _bon Dieu_. I would tear myself into four pieces for you. _Je suis brave fille_, and I can work. But no!" she cried, looking deep into his eyes.
"You can"t refuse. It is not possible."
"Yes, I refuse," said Paragot.
He had turned on his side, face on palm, elbow on pillow, had regarded her sternly as she spoke. I saw that he was very angry.
"For what do you take me, little imbecile? Do you know that you insult me? I to be supported by a woman? _Nom de Dieu de Dieu!_"
His ire blazed up suddenly. He cursed, scolded, boasted all in a breath.
Blanquette looked at him terrified. She could not understand. Great tears rolled down her cheeks.
"But I have made you angry," she wailed.
The scornful spurning of her devotion hurt her less than the sense of having caused his wrath. The primitive savage feminine is not complicated by over-subtlety of feeling. As soon as she could speak she broke into repentant protestation. She had not meant to anger him. She had spoken from her heart. She was so ignorant. She would tear herself into four pieces for him. She was _brave fille_. She was alone and he was her only friend. He must forgive her.
I, feeling monstrously tearful, jumped to my feet.
"Yes, Master, forgive her."
He burst out laughing. "Oh what three beautiful fools we are! Blanquette to think of supporting two hulking men, I to be angry, and Asticot to plead tragically as if I were a tyrant about to cut off her head. My little Blanquette, you have touched my heart, and who touches the heart of Paragot can eat Paragot"s legs and liver if he is hungry and drink his blood if he is thirsty. I will remember it all my life, and if you will bring me my dejeuner I will stay in bed till this afternoon."
"Then I am not to leave you?" she asked, somewhat bewildered.
"Good heavens no!" he cried. "Because I am sick of fiddling do you suppose I am going to send you adrift? We shall settle down for the winter. Some capital. Which one would you like, Asticot?"
"Buda-Pesth," said I at random.
"Very well," said Paragot, "the day after tomorrow we start for Buda-Pesth. Now let me go to sleep."
We took exactly two months getting to Buda-Pesth. The only incident of our journey which I clearly remember is a week"s sojourn at the farm of La Haye near Chartres where we had carted manure, and where we renewed our acquaintance with Monsieur and Madame Dubosc.
CHAPTER X
IN Buda-Pesth three things happened.
First, Paragot slipped in the street and broke his ankle bone, so that he lay seven weeks in hospital, during which time Blanquette and I and Narcisse lived like sparrows on the housetops, dazed by the incomprehensibilities of the strange city.
Secondly, Paragot"s aunt, his mother"s sister, died intestate leaving a small sum of money which he inherited as her nearest surviving relative.
Thirdly, Paragot fell into the arms of Theodor Izelin the painter, an old friend of Paris student days.
The consequences of the first accident, though not immediate, were lasting. Paragot walked for ever afterwards with a slight limp, and his tramps along the high-roads of Europe had to be abandoned.
The consequence of the second was that Paragot went to London. Some legal formality, the establishment of ident.i.ty or what not, necessitated his presence. I daresay he could have arranged matters through consuls and lawyers and such-like folk, but Paragot who was childishly simple in business matters obeyed the summons to London without question.
As a consequence of the third I became an inmate of the house of Theodor Izelin.
It was all very bewildering.
It was arranged that during Paragot"s absence in England I should board with Izelin, Blanquette with Izelin"s elderly model, a lady of unimpeachable respectability and a rough and ready acquaintance with the French language, and that Narcisse should alternate between the two establishments. Paragot"s business concluded, he would return to Buda-Pesth, collect us and go whither the wind might drift him. I was provided with a respectable outfit and with detailed instructions as to correct behaviour in a lady"s house. Theodor Izelin"s wife was a charming woman.
Everything was arranged; but who could reckon on Paragot?
On the night before his departure--indeed it must have been two or three in the morning--Paragot burst into my little attic bedroom, candle in hand, and before I had time to rub my startled eyes, sat down on the bed and began to speak.
"My son," said he, "I have had an inspiration!"
Who but Paragot would have awakened a boy at two or three in the morning to announce an inspiration? And who but Paragot would alter the course of human lives on the flash of an impulse?
"It came," he cried, "while I was supping with Izelin. I told him. I worked it all out. He agreed. So it is settled."
"What, Master?" I asked, sitting up. His slouch felt hat and his swarthy bearded face, his glittering eyes and the candle on his knees gave him the air of an excited Guy Fawkes.
"Your career, my son. The money I am going to collect in London shall be devoted to your education. You shall learn to paint, infant Raphael and Izelin shall teach you. And you shall learn the manners of a gentleman, and Madame Izelin shall teach you. And you shall learn what it is to have a heart, and if you care a hang for Paragot two years" separation shall teach you."
"Two years!" I cried aghast. "But master I can"t live two years here without you!"
"We find we can live without a devil of a lot of things when we have to, my son. When I smashed my furniture with the crusader"s mace I thought I could not live anywhere without--something. But here I am as alive as a dragon-fly."
He went on talking. It was for my good. His broken ankle bone had compelled him to resign his peripatetic tutors.h.i.+p in the University of the Universe. In a narrower Academy he would be but a poor instructor.
If he had taught me to speak the truth and despise lies and shams, and to love pictures and music and cathedrals and books and trees and all beautiful things, _nom de Dieu!_ he had accomplished his mission. It was time for other influences. When an inspiration such as tonight"s came to him he took it as a command from a Higher Power (I am convinced that he believed it), against which he was powerless.
"Providence ordains that you stay here with the Izelins. Afterwards you shall go to Janot"s studio in Paris. In the meantime you can attend cla.s.ses in the humanities at Buda-Pesth."
"I can"t understand the beastly language!" I grumbled.