Thanks to this unusual civility, M. Fortunat did not lose his way more than five times before reaching the door upon which was fastened a bit of pasteboard bearing Victor Chupin"s name. Noticing that a bell-rope hung beside the door, M. Fortunat pulled it, whereupon there was a tinkling, and a voice called out, "Come in!" He complied, and found himself in a small and cheaply furnished room, which was, however, radiant with the cleanliness which is in itself a luxury. The waxed floor shone like a mirror; the furniture was brilliantly polished, and the counterpane and curtains of the bed were as white as snow. What first attracted the agent"s attention was the number of superfluous articles scattered about the apartment-some plaster statuettes on either side of a gilt clock, an etagere crowded with knickknacks, and five or six pa.s.sable engravings. When he entered, Victor Chupin was sitting, in his shirt-sleeves, at a little table, where, by the light of a small lamp, and with a zeal that brought a flush to his cheeks, he was copying, in a very fair hand a page from a French dictionary. Near the bed, in the shade, sat a poorly but neatly clad woman about forty years of age, who was knitting industriously with some long wooden needles.
"M. Victor Chupin?" inquired M. Fortunat.
The sound of his voice made the young man spring to his feet. He quickly lifted the shade from his lamp, and, without attempting to conceal his astonishment, exclaimed: "M"sieur Fortunat!-at this hour! Where"s the fire?" Then, in a grave manner that contrasted strangely with his accustomed levity: "Mother," said he, "this is one of my patrons, M"sieur Fortunat-you know-the gentleman whom I collect for."
The knitter rose, bowed respectfully, and said: "I hope, sir, that you are pleased with my son, and that he"s honest."
"Certainly, madame," replied the agent; "certainly. Victor is one of my best and most reliable clerks."
"Then I"m content," said the woman, reseating herself.
Chupin also seemed delighted "This is my good mother, sir," said he. "She"s almost blind now; but, in less than six months she will be able to stand at her window and see a pin in the middle of the street, so the physician who is treating her eyes promised me; then we shall be all right again. But take a seat, sir. May we venture to offer you anything?"
Although his clerk had more than once alluded to his responsibilities, M. Fortunat was amazed. He marvelled at the perfume of honesty which exhaled from these poor people, at the dignity of this humble woman, and at the protecting and respectful affection evinced by her son-a young man, whose usual tone of voice and general behavior had seemed to indicate that he was decidedly a scapegrace. "Thanks, Victor," he replied, "I won"t take any refreshment. I"ve just left the dinner-table. I"ve come to give you my instructions respecting a very important and very urgent matter."
Chupin at once understood that his employer wished for a private interview. Accordingly, he took up the lamp, opened a door, and, in the pompous tone of a rich banker who is inviting some important personage to enter his private room, he said: "Will you be kind enough to step into my chamber, m"sieur?"
The room which Chupin so emphatically denominated his "chamber" was a tiny nook, extraordinarily clean, it is true, but scantily furnished with a small iron bedstead, a trunk, and a chair. He offered the chair to his visitor, placed the lamp on the trunk, and seated himself on the bed, saying as he did so: "This is scarcely on so grand a scale as your establishment, m"sieur; but I am going to ask the landlord to gild the window of my snuff-box."
M. Fortunat was positively touched. He held out his hand to his clerk and exclaimed: "You"re a worthy fellow, Chupin."
"Nonsense, m"sieur, one does what one can; but, zounds! how hard it is to make money honestly! If my good mother could only see, she would help me famously, for there is no one like her for work! But you see one can"t become a millionaire by knitting!"
"Doesn"t your father live with you?"
Chupin"s eyes gleamed angrily. "Ah! don"t speak of that man to me, m"sieur!" he exclaimed, "or I shall hurt somebody." And then, as if he felt it necessary to explain and excuse his vindictive exclamation, he added: "My father, Polyte Chupin, is a good-for-nothing scamp. And yet he"s had his opportunities. First, he was fortunate enough to find a wife like my mother, who is honesty itself-so much so that she was called Toinon the Virtuous when she was young. She idolized him, and nearly killed herself by working to earn money for him. And yet he abused her so much, and made her weep so much, that she has become blind. But that"s not all. One morning there came to him-I don"t know whence or how-enough money for him to have lived like a gentleman. I believe it was a munificent reward for some service he had rendered a great n.o.bleman at the time when my grandmother, who is now dead, kept a dramshop called the Poivriere. Any other man would have treasured that money, but not he. What he did was to carouse day and night, and all the while my poor mother was working her fingers to the bone to earn food for me. She never saw a penny of all his money; and, indeed, once when she asked him to pay the rent, he beat her so cruelly that she was laid up in bed for a week. However, monsieur, you can very readily understand that when a man leads that kind of life, he speedily comes to the end of his banking account. So my father was soon without a penny in his purse, and then he was obliged to work in order to get something to eat, and this didn"t suit him at all. But when he didn"t know where to find a crust he remembered us; he sought us out, and found us. Once I lent him a hundred sous; the next day he came for forty more, and the next for three francs; then for five francs again. And so it was every day: "Give me this, or give me that!" At last I said, "Enough of this, the bank"s closed!" Then, what do you think he did? He watched the house until he saw me go out; then he came in with a second-hand furniture-dealer, and tried to sell everything, pretending that he was the master. And my poor, dear mother would have allowed him to do it. Fortunately, I happened to come in again. Let him sell my furniture? Not I. I would sooner have been chopped in pieces! I went and complained to the commissary of police, who made my father leave the house, and since then we"ve lived in peace."
Certainly this was more than sufficient to explain and excuse Victor Chupin"s indignation. And yet he had prudently withheld the most serious and important cause of his dislike. What he refrained from telling was that years before, when he was still a mere child, without will or discernment, his father had taken him from his mother, and had started him down that terrible descent, which inevitably leads one to prison or the gallows, unless there be an almost miraculous interposition on one"s behalf. This miracle had occurred in Chupin"s case; but he did not boast of it.
"Come, come!" said M. Fortunat, "don"t worry too much about it. A father"s a father after all, and yours will undoubtedly reform by and by."
He said this as he would have said anything else, out of politeness and for the sake of testifying a friendly interest; but he really cared no more for this information concerning the Chupin family than the grand Turk. His first emotion had quickly vanished; and he was beginning to find these confidential disclosures rather wearisome. "Let us get back to business," he remarked; "that is to say, to Casimir. What did you do with the fool after my departure?"
"First, monsieur, I sobered him; which was no easy task. The greedy idiot had converted himself into a wine-cask! At last, however, when he could talk as well as you and I, and walk straight, I took him back to the Hotel de Chalusse."
"That was right. But didn"t you have some business to transact with him?"
"That"s been arranged, monsieur; the agreement has been signed. The count will have the best of funerals-the finest hea.r.s.e out, with six horses, twenty-four mourning coaches-a grand display, in fact. It will be worth seeing."
M. Fortunat smiled graciously. "That ought to bring you a handsome commission," he said, benignly.
Employed by the job, Chupin was the master of his own time, free to utilize his intelligence and industry as he chose, but M. Fortunat did not like his subordinates to make any money except through him. Hence his approval, in the present instance, was so remarkable that it awakened Chupin"s suspicions. "I shall make a few sous, probably," he modestly replied, "a trifle to aid my good mother in keeping the pot boiling."
"So much the better, my boy," said M. Fortunat. "I like to see money gained by those who make a good use of it. And to prove this, I"m about to employ you in an affair which will pay you handsomely if you prosecute it successfully."
Chupin"s eyes brightened at first but grew dark a moment afterward, for delight had been quickly followed by a feeling of distrust. He thought it exceedingly strange that an employer should take the trouble to climb to a sixth floor merely for the purpose of conferring a favor on his clerk. There must be something behind all this; and so it behove him to keep his eyes open. However, he knew how to conceal his real feelings; and it was with a joyous air that he exclaimed: "Eh! What? Money? Now? What must I do to earn it?"
"Oh! a mere trifle," replied the agent; "almost nothing, indeed." And drawing his chair nearer to the bed on which his employee was seated, he added: "But first, one question, Victor. By the way in which a woman looks at a young man in the street, at the theatre or anywhere-would you know if she were watching her son?"
Chupin shrugged his shoulders. "What a question!" he retorted. "Nonsense! monsieur, it would be impossible to deceive me. I should only have to remember my mother"s eyes when I return home in the evening. Poor woman! although she"s half blind, she sees me-and if you wish to make her happy, you"ve only to tell her I"m the handsomest and most amiable youth in Paris."
M. Fortunat could not refrain from rubbing his hands, so delighted was he to see his idea so perfectly understood and so admirably expressed. "Good!" he declared; "very good! That"s intelligence, if I am any judge. I have not been deceived in you, Victor."
Victor was on fire with curiosity. "What am I to do, monsieur?" he asked eagerly.
"This: you must follow a woman whom I shall point out to you, follow her everywhere without once losing sight of her, and so skilfully as not to let her suspect it. You must watch her every glance, and when her eyes tell you that she is looking at her son, your task will be nearly over. You will then only have to follow this son, and find out his name and address, what he does, and how he lives. I don"t know if I explain what I mean very clearly."
This doubt was awakened in M. Fortunat"s mind by Chupin"s features, which were expressive of lively astonishment and discontent. "Excuse me, monsieur," he said, at last, "I do not understand at all."
"It"s very simple, however. The lady in question has a son about twenty. I know it-I"m sure of it. But she denies it; she conceals the fact, and he doesn"t even know her. She secretly watches over him, however-she provides him with money, and every day she finds some way of seeing him. Now, it is to my interest to find this son."
Chupin"s mobile face became actually threatening in its expression; he frowned darkly, and his lips quivered. Still this did not prevent M. Fortunat from adding, with the a.s.surance of a man who does not even suspect the possibility of a refusal: "Now, when shall we set about our task?"
"Never!" cried Chupin, violently; and, rising, he continued: "No! I wouldn"t let my good mother eat bread earned in that way-it would strangle her! Turn spy! I? Thanks-some one else may have the job!" He had become as red as a turkey-c.o.c.k, and such was his indignation that he forgot his accustomed reserve and the caution with which he had so far concealed his antecedents. "I know this game-I"ve tried it!" he went on, vehemently. "One might as well take one"s ticket to prison by a direct road. I should be there now if it hadn"t been for Monsieur Andre. I was thirsting for gold, and, like the brigand that I was, I should have killed the man; but in revenge he drew me from the mire and placed my feet on solid ground once more. And now, shall I go back to my vile tricks again? Why, I"d rather cut my leg off! I"m to hunt down this poor woman-I"m to discover her secret so that you may extort money from her, am I? No, not I! I should like to be rich, and I shall be rich; but I"ll make my money honestly. I hope to touch my hundred-franc pieces without being obliged to wash my hands afterward. So, a very good evening to your establishment."
M. Fortunat was amazed, and at the same time much annoyed, to find himself forsaken on account of such a trifle. He feared, too, that Chupin might let his tongue wag if he left his employment. So, since he had confided this project to Chupin, he was determined that Chupin alone should carry it into execution. a.s.suming his most severe and injured manner, he sternly exclaimed: "I think you have lost your senses." His demeanor and intonation were so perfectly cool that Chupin seemed slightly abashed. "It seems that you think me capable of urging you to commit some dangerous and dishonorable act," continued M. Fortunat.
"Why-no-m"sieur-I a.s.sure you."
There was such evident hesitation in the utterance of this "no" that the agent at once resumed: "Come, you are not ignorant of the fact that in addition to my business as a collector, I give my attention to the discovery of the heirs of unclaimed estates? You are aware of this? Very well then: pray tell me how I am to find them without searching for them? If I wish this lady to be watched, it is only in view of reaching a poor lad who is likely to be defrauded of the wealth that rightfully belongs to him. And when I give you a chance to make forty or fifty francs in a couple of days, you receive my proposition in this style! You are an ingrate and a fool, Victor!"
Chupin"s nature combined, in a remarkable degree, the vices and peculiarities of the dweller in the Paris faubourgs, who is born old, but who, when aged in years, still remains a gamin. In his youth he had seen many strange things, and acquired a knowledge of life that would have put the experience of a philosopher to shame. But he was not fit to cope with M. Fortunat, who had an immense advantage over him, by reason of his position of employer, as well as by his fortune and education. So Chupin was both bewildered and disconcerted by the cool arguments his patron brought forward; and what most effectually allayed his suspicions was the small compensation offered for the work-merely forty or fifty francs. "Small potatoes, upon my word!" he thought. "Just the price of an honest service; he would have offered more for a piece of rascality." So, after considering a moment, he said, aloud: "Very well; I"m your man, m"sieur."
M. Fortunat was secretly laughing at the success of his ruse. Having come with the intention of offering his agent a handsome sum, he was agreeably surprised to find that Chupin"s scruples would enable him to save his money. "If I hadn"t found you engaged in study, Victor," he said, "I should have thought you had been drinking. What venomous insect stung you so suddenly? Haven"t I confided similar undertakings to you twenty times since you have been in my employment? Who ransacked Paris to find certain debtors who were concealing themselves? Who discovered the Vantra.s.sons for me? Victor Chupin. Very well. Then allow me to say that I see nothing in this case in any way differing from the others, nor can I understand why this should be wrong, if the others were not."
Chupin could only have answered this remark by saying that there had been no mystery about the previous affairs, that they had not been proposed to him late at night at his own home, and that he had acted openly, as a person who represents a creditor has a recognized right to act. But, though he felt that there WAS a difference in the present case, it would have been very difficult for him to explain in what this difference consisted. Hence, in his most resolute tone: "I"m only a fool, m"sieur," he declared; "but I shall know how to make amends for my folly."
"That means you have recovered your senses," said M. Fortunat, ironically. "Really, that"s fortunate. But let me give you one bit of advice: watch yourself, and learn to bridle your tongue. You won"t always find me in such a good humor as I am this evening."
So saying, he rose, pa.s.sed out into the adjoining room, bowed civilly to his clerk"s mother, and went off. His last words, as he crossed the threshold, were, "So I shall rely upon you. Be at the office to-morrow a little before noon."
"It"s agreed m"sieur."
The blind woman had risen, and had bowed respectfully; but, as soon as she was alone with her son, she asked: "What is this business he bids you undertake in such a high and mighty tone?"
"Oh! an every-day matter, mother."
The old woman shook her head. "Why were you talking so loud then?" she inquired. "Weren"t you quarrelling? It must be something very grave when it"s necessary to conceal it from me. I couldn"t see your employer"s face, my son; but I heard his voice, and it didn"t please me. It isn"t the voice of an honest, straightforward man. Take care, Toto, and don"t allow yourself to be cajoled-be prudent."
However, it was quite unnecessary to recommend prudence to Victor Chupin. He had promised his a.s.sistance, but not without a mental reservation. "No need to see danger till it comes," he had said to himself. "If the thing proves to be of questionable propriety after all, then good-evening; I desert."
It remains to know what he meant by questionable propriety; the meaning of the expression is rather vague. He had returned in all honesty and sincerity of purpose to an honest life, and nothing in the world would have induced him, avaricious though he was, to commit an act that was positively wrong. Only the line that separates good from evil was not very clearly defined in his mind. This was due in a great measure to his education, and to the fact that it had been long before he realized that police regulations do not const.i.tute the highest moral law. It was due also to chance, and, since he had no decided calling, to the necessity of depending for a livelihood upon the many strange professions which impecunious and untrained individuals, both of the higher and lower cla.s.ses, adopt in Paris.
However, on the following morning he arrayed himself in his best apparel, and at exactly half-past eleven o"clock he rang at his employer"s door. M. Fortunat had made quick work with his clients that morning, and was ready, dressed to go out. He took up his hat and said only the one word, "Come." The place where the agent conducted his clerk was the wine-shop in the Rue de Berry, where he had made inquiries respecting Madame d"Argeles the evening before; and on arriving there, he generously offered him a breakfast. Before entering, however, he pointed out Madame d"Argeles"s pretty house on the opposite side of the street, and said to him: "The woman whom you are to follow, and whose son you are to discover, will emerge from that house."
At that moment, after a night pa.s.sed in meditating upon his mother"s prophetic warnings, Chupin was again beset by the same scruples which had so greatly disturbed him on the previous evening. However, they soon vanished when he heard the wine-vendor, in reply to M. Fortunat"s skilful questions, begin to relate all he knew concerning Madame Lia d"Argeles, and the scandalous doings at her house. The seeker after lost heirs and his clerk were served at a little table near the door; and while they partook of the cla.s.sical beef-steak and; potatoes-M. Fortunat eating daintily, and Chupin bolting his food with the appet.i.te of a ship-wrecked mariner-they watched the house opposite.
Madame d"Argeles received on Sat.u.r.days, and, as Chupin remarked, "there was a regular procession of visitors."
Standing beside M. Fortunat, and flattered by the attention which such a well-dressed gentleman paid to his chatter, the landlord of the house mentioned the names of all the visitors he knew. And he knew a good number of them, for the coachmen came to his shop for refreshments when their masters were spending the night in play at Madame d"Argeles"s house. So he was able to name the Viscount de Coralth, who dashed up to the door in a two-horse phaeton, as well as Baron Trigault, who came on foot, for exercise, puffing and blowing like a seal. The wine-vendor, moreover, told his customers that Madame d"Argeles never went out before half-past two or three o"clock, and then always in a carriage-a piece of information which must have troubled Chupin; for, as soon as the landlord had left them to serve some other customers, he leant forward and said to M. Fortunat: "Did you hear that? How is it possible to track a person who"s in a carriage?"
"By following in another vehicle, of course."
"Certainly, m"sieur; that"s as clear as daylight. But that isn"t the question. The point is this: How can one watch the face of a person who turns her back to you? I must see this woman"s face to know whom she looks at, and how."
This objection, grave as it appeared, did not seem to disturb M. Fortunat. "Don"t worry about that, Victor," he replied. "Under such circ.u.mstances, a mother wouldn"t try to see her son from a rapidly moving carriage. She will undoubtedly alight, and contrive some means of pa.s.sing and repa.s.sing him-of touching him, if possible. Your task will only consist in following her closely enough to be on the ground as soon as she is. Confine your efforts to that; and if you fail to-day, you"ll succeed to-morrow or the day after-the essential thing is to be patient."
He did better than to preach patience-he practised it. The hours wore away, and yet he did not stir from his post, though nothing could have been more disagreeable to him than to remain on exhibition, as it were, at the door of a wine-shop. At last, at a little before three o"clock, the gates over the way turned upon their hinges, and a dark-blue victoria, in which a woman was seated, rolled forth into the street. "Look!" said M. Fortunat, eagerly. "There she is!"
XVIII.
The woman in the carriage was none other than Madame Lia d"Argeles. She was attired in one of those startling costumes which are the rage nowadays, and which impart the same bold and brazen appearance to all who wear them: so much so, that the most experienced observers are no longer able to distinguish the honest mother of a family from a notorious character. A Dutchman, named Van Klopen, who was originally a tailor at Rotterdam, rightfully ascribes the honor of this progress to himself. One can scarcely explain how it happens that this individual, who calls himself "the dressmaker of the queens of Europe," has become the arbiter of Parisian elegance; but it is an undeniable fact that he does reign over fashion. He decrees the colors that shall be worn, decides whether dresses shall be short or long, whether paniers shall be adopted or discarded, whether ruches and puffs and flowers shall be allowed, and in what form; and his subjects, the so-called elegant women of Paris, obey him implicitly.
Madame d"Argeles would personally have preferred less finery, perhaps, but it would not have done for her to be out of the fashion. She wore an imperceptible hat, balanced on an immense pyramidal chignon, from which escaped a torrent of wavy hair. "What a beautiful woman!" exclaimed the dazzled Chupin, and indeed, seen from this distance, she did not look a day more than thirty-five-an age when beauty possesses all the alluring charm of the luscious fruit of autumn. She was giving orders for the drive, and her coachman, with a rose in his b.u.t.tonhole, listened while he reined in the spirited horse. "The weather"s superb," added Chupin. "She"ll no doubt drive round the lakes in the Bois de Boulogne--"
"Ah, she"s off!" interrupted M. Fortunat. "Run, Victor, run! and don"t be miserly as regards carriage hire; all your expenses shall be liberally refunded you."
Chupin was already far away. Madame d"Argeles"s horse went swiftly enough, but the agent"s emissary had the limbs and the endurance of a stag, and he kept pace with the victoria without much difficulty. And as he ran along, his brain was busy. "If I don"t take a cab," he said to himself, "if I follow the woman on foot, I shall have a perfect right to pocket the forty-five sous an hour-fifty, counting the gratuity-that a cab would cost."
But on reaching the Champ Elysees, he discovered, to his regret, that this plan was impracticable, for on running down the Avenue de l"Imperatrice after the rapidly driven carriage, he could not fail to attract attention. Stifling a sigh of regret, and seeing a cab at a stand near by, he hastily hailed it. "Where do you want to go, sir?" inquired the driver.
"Just follow that blue victoria, in which a handsome lady is seated, my good fellow."
The order did not surprise the cabman, but rather the person who gave it; for in spite of his fine apparel, Chupin did not seem quite the man for such an adventure. "Excuse me," said the Jehu, in a slightly ironical tone, "I--"
"I said exactly what I mean," retorted Chupin, whose pride was severely wounded. "And no more talk-hurry on, or we shall miss the track."
This last remark was correct, for if Madame d"Argeles"s coachman had not slackened his horse"s speed on pa.s.sing round the Arc de Triomphe, the woman would have escaped Chupin, for that day at least. However, this circ.u.mstance gave the cabman an opportunity to overtake the victoria; and after that the two vehicles kept close together as they proceeded down the Avenue de l"Imperatrice. But at the entrance of the Bois de Boulogne Chupin ordered his driver to stop. "Halt!" he exclaimed; "I shall get out. Pay the extra cab charges for pa.s.sing beyond the limits of Paris!-never! I"ll crawl on my hands and knees first. Here are forty sous for your fare-and good-evening to you."
And, as the blue victoria was already some distance in advance, he started off at the top of his speed to overtake it. This manoeuvre was the result of his meditations while riding along. "What will this fine lady do when she gets to the Bois?" he asked himself. "Why, her coachman will take his place in the procession, and drive her slowly round and round the lakes. Meantime I can trot along beside her without attracting attention-and it will be good for my health."
His expectations were realized in every respect. The victoria soon turned to the left, and took its place in the long line of equipages which were slowly winding round the lake. Having gained the foot-path which borders the sheet of water, Chupin followed the carriage easily enough, with his hands in his pockets, and his heart jubilant at the thought that he would gain the sum supposed to have been spent in cab hire, in addition to the compensation which had been promised him. "This is a strange way of enjoying one"s self," he muttered, as he trotted along. "There can"t be much pleasure in going round and round this lake. If ever I"m rich, I"ll find some other way of amusing myself."
Poor Chupin did not know that people do not go to the Bois to enjoy themselves, but rather to torment others. This broad drive is in reality only a field for the airing of vanity-a sort of open-air bazaar for the display of dresses and equipages. People come here to see and to be seen; and, moreover, this is neutral ground, where so-called honest women can meet those notorious characters from whom they are elsewhere separated by an impa.s.sable abyss. What exquisite pleasure it must be to the dames of society to find themselves beside Jenny Fancy or Ninette Simplon, or any other of those young ladies whom they habitually call "creatures," but whom they are continually talking of, and whose toilettes, make-up, and jargon, they a.s.siduously copy!
However, Chupin indulged in none of these reflections. He was engaged in noting Madame d"Argeles"s evident anxiety and restlessness. She looked eagerly on all sides, sometimes half leaning out of her carriage, and immediately turning her head whenever she heard the gallop of a horseman behind her. She was evidently looking or waiting for some one, but the person did not make his appearance, and so, growing weary of waiting, after driving three times round the lake, she made a sign to her coachman, who at once drew out of line, and turned his horse into a side-path. Chupin hastened after the victoria, keeping it in sight until he was fortunate enough to meet an empty cab, which he at once hired. Madame d"Argeles"s coachman, who had received his orders, now drove down the Champs Elysees, again crossed the Place de la Concorde, turned into the boulevards, and stopped short at the corner of the Chaussee d"Antin, where, having tied a thick veil over her face, Madame Lia abruptly alighted and walked away.
This was done so quickly that Chupin barely had time to fling two francs to his driver and rush after her. She had already turned round the corner of the Rue du Helder, and was walking rapidly up the street. It was a little after five o"clock, and dusk was setting in. Madame d"Argeles had taken the side of the street allotted to the uneven numbers. After she had pa.s.sed the Hotel de Homburg, she slackened her pace, and eagerly scrutinized one of the houses opposite-No. 48. Her examination lasted but a moment, and seemed to be satisfactory. She then turned, and rapidly retraced her steps as far as the boulevard, when, crossing the street to the side of the even numbers, she walked up it again very slowly, stopping before every shop-window.
Convinced that he had almost reached the goal, Chupin also crossed, and followed closely at her heels. He soon saw her start and resume her rapid gait. A young man was coming toward her so quickly indeed that she had not time to avoid him, and a collision ensued, whereupon the young man gave vent to an oath, and hurling an opprobrious epithet in her face, pa.s.sed on.
Chupin shuddered. "What if that should be her son?" he thought. And while he pretended to be gazing into a shop window, he stealthily watched the poor woman. She had paused, and he was so near that he could almost have touched her. He saw her raise her veil and follow her insulter with a look which it was impossible to misunderstand. "Oh! oh! It was her son that called her that--" said Chupin to himself, quite horrified. And without more ado, he hastened after the young man.
He was between two and four-and-twenty years of age, rather above the medium height, with very light hair and an extremely pale complexion. His slight mustache would have been almost imperceptible if it had not been dyed several shades darker than his hair. He was attired with that studied carelessness which many consider to be the height of elegance, but which is just the reverse. And his bearing, his mustache, and his low hat, tipped rakishly over one ear, gave him an arrogant, pretentious, rowdyish appearance. "Zounds! that fellow doesn"t suit my fancy," growled Chupin, as he trotted along. For he was almost running in his efforts to keep pace with Madame d"Argeles"s insulter. The latter"s haste was soon explained. He was carrying a letter which he wished to have delivered, and no doubt he feared he would not be able to find a commissionaire. Having discovered one at last, he called him, gave him the missive, and then pursued his way more leisurely.
He had reached the boulevard, when a florid-faced youth, remarkably short and stout, rushed toward him with both hands amicably extended, at the same time crying, loud enough to attract the attention of the pa.s.sers-by: "Is it possible that this is my dear Wilkie?"
"Yes-alive and in the flesh," replied the young man.
"Well, and what the devil have you been doing with yourself? Last Sunday, at the races, I looked for you everywhere, and not a vestige of Wilkie was to be found. However, you were wise not to go. I am three hundred louis out of pocket. I staked everything on Domingo, the Marquis de Valorsay"s horse. I thought I was sure to win-yes, sure. Well, Domingo came in third. Can you understand that? If every one didn"t know that Valorsay was a millionaire, it might be supposed there had been some foul play-yes, upon my word-that he had bet against his own horse, and forbidden his jockey to win the race." But the speaker did not really believe this, so he continued, more gayly: "Fortunately, I shall retrieve my losses to-morrow, at Vincennes. Shall we see you there?"
"Probably."
"Then good-by, until to-morrow."
"Until to-morrow."
Thereupon they shook hands, and each departed on his way.
Chupin had not lost a word of this conversation. "Valorsay a millionaire!" he said to himself. "That"s good! Ah, well! now I know my little gamec.o.c.k"s name, and I also know that he goes to the races. Wilkie that must be an English name; I like the name of d"Argeles better. But where the devil is he going now?"
M. Wilkie had simply paused to replenish his cigar-case at the tobacco office of the Grand Hotel; and, after lighting a cigar, he came out again, and walked up the boulevard in the direction of the Faubourg Montmartre. He was no longer in a hurry now; he strolled along in view of killing time, displaying his charms, and staring impudently at every woman who pa.s.sed. With his shoulders drawn up on a level with his ears, and his chest thrown back, he dragged his feet after him as if his limbs were half paralyzed; he was indeed doing his best to create the impression that he was used up, exhausted, broken down by excesses and dissipation. For that is the fashion-the latest fancy-chic!
"Will you never have done?" growled Chupin.
"You shall pay for this, you little wretch!" He was so indignant that the gamin element in his nature stirred again under his fine broadcloth, and he had a wild longing to throw stones at M. Wilkie. He would certainly have trodden on his heels, and have picked a quarrel with him, had it not been for a fear of failing in his mission, and thereby losing his promised reward.
He followed his man closely, for the crowd was very great. Light was coming on, and the gas was lit on all sides. The weather was very mild, and there was not an unoccupied table in front of the cafes, for it was now the absinthe hour. How does it happen that every evening, between five and seven o"clock, every one in Paris who is known-who is somebody or something-can be found between the Pa.s.sage de l"Opera and the Pa.s.sage Jouffroy? Hereabout you may hear all the latest news and gossip of the fashionable world, the last political canards-all the incidents of Parisian life which will be recorded by the papers on the following morning. You may learn the price of stocks, and obtain tips for to-morrow"s Bourse; ascertain how much Mademoiselle A"s necklace cost, and who gave it to her; with the latest news from Prussia; and the name of the bank chairman or cashier who has absconded during the day, and the amount he has taken with him.
The crowd became more dense as the Faubourg Montmartre was approached, but Wilkie made his way through the throng with the ease of an old boulevardier. He must have had a large circle of acquaintances, for he distributed bows right and left, and was spoken to by five or six promenaders. He did not pa.s.s the Terra.s.se Jouffroy, but, pausing there, he purchased an evening paper, retraced his steps, and about seven o"clock reached the Cafe Riche, which he entered triumphantly. He did not even touch the rim of his hat on going in-that would have been excessively BAD form; but he called a waiter, in a very loud voice, and imperiously ordered him to serve dinner on a table near the window, where he could see the boulevard-and be seen.
"And now my little fighting-c.o.c.k is going to feed," thought Chupin. He, too, was hungry; and he was trying to think of some modest restaurant in the neighborhood, when two young men pa.s.sed near him and glanced into the cafe.
"Look, there"s Wilkie!" observed one of them.
"That"s so, upon my word!" responded the other. "And he has money, too; fortune has smiled upon him."
"How do you know that?"
"Why, by watching the fellow; one can tell the condition of his purse as correctly as he could himself. If his funds are low, he has his meals brought to his room from a cook-shop where he has credit; his mustache droops despondingly; he is humble even to servility with his friends, and he brushes his hair over his forehead. When he is in average circ.u.mstances, he dines at Launay"s, waxes his mustache, and brushes his hair back from his face. But when he dines at the Cafe Riche, my boy, when he has dyed his mustache, and tips his hat over his ear, and deports himself in that arrogant fashion, why, he has at least five or six thousand francs in his pocket, and all is well with him."
"Where does he get his money from?"
"Who can tell?"
"Is he rich?"
"He must have plenty of money-I lent him ten louis once, and he paid me back."