"Why not?"
"No, no, me no do that!"
"It would be a favor to me too, because then I could take the opportunity to buy some things in Paris that I need."
"No, Monsieur Georget, me not send you in my place, because, when master, him tell me to go there, if me no do it, he says: "Pongo he no more my servant, Pongo he make others do his work"; and he turn me away.
No, Pongo always do master"s work himself!--Just wait, you flower, me take a cane to you, fine Zima like master"s, and then you have to stand straight."
Georget walked sadly away from Pongo; the poor boy was burning with longing to go to Paris, though it were to stay there but a moment; but he dared not admit it either to his mother or to his patron; for after swearing so often that he would never go there again, that he held Paris in horror; after having earnestly begged that he might never be sent there, how could he now have the face to ask permission to go there?
Would it not be equivalent to an admission that he was still thinking of Violette, that he could not succeed in forgetting her, that, in short, he would give ten years of his life to see her for an instant? At eighteen, years seem such a trifle; if a lover"s wishes could always be gratified, he would often squander in a few days the best part of his youth.
Monsieur de Merval had kept the promise he had given to the Comte de Brevanne, and had gone to Nogent to pa.s.s a day. That day had been employed in walking about the country, talking confidentially all the while. Monsieur de Brevanne had questioned his guest again concerning Madame de Grangeville"s present position, and without making it apparent that he attached much importance to the matter, he had inquired her address. He had also asked Monsieur de Merval if he had not met Monsieur de Roncherolle in Paris; but Monsieur de Merval was unable to give him any information upon that subject.
During that day, employed in that confidential conversation, that outpouring of the heart, in which one often reveals one"s most secret thoughts, Monsieur de Merval had been more than once on the point of disclosing a secret of the greatest interest to him whose confidence he received. But, always held back by the fear of causing him pain, he had not spoken, and had left Monsieur de Brevanne, saying to himself, as after his first visit:
"What is the use of telling him that? Perhaps he will never know it."
On the morrow of the day that he had pa.s.sed with Monsieur de Merval, the count in the morning informed his servant that they would go to Paris about noon.
Pongo began at once to make his preparations, which consisted, first of all, in stuffing Carabi with cake and bits of meat, in order, he said, that the cat might not commit larceny during his absence and so call for punishment.
The mulatto had hardly finished with his friend Carabi, and was about to beat _flonflon_, which was the name he gave to his master"s travelling coat, when Georget pa.s.sed him.
"What are you doing there, Pongo?" said the young man, stopping.
"Me beat flonflon, Monsieur Georget, me make _flonflon_ very fine and clean; him like to be beaten, for him go to Paris!"
"What? are you going to Paris, Pongo?"
"Yes, me go with master, he tell me we go soon, at noon; you hear, _flonflon_?--There! oh! you be all clean!"
"You say that Monsieur Malberg is going to Paris to-day?"
"Yes, Monsieur Georget, with me; he take me, so me put on Mina, my pretty new cap."
Georget stayed to hear no more, but set about searching the house for the count; at last he found him seated under a lilac bush, where as usual he seemed to be deep in meditation.
"Pray forgive me, monsieur, if I disturb you," said Georget, approaching the count; "but I have just learned that--that monsieur is going to Paris to-day."
"Yes, that is true; but what does it matter to you, my boy, so long as I do not take you, as you begged me not to do? Never fear, I don"t need you; I shall take n.o.body but Pongo."
"Mon Dieu! monsieur, you see, I have reflected--I have realized that I was wrong to say that to monsieur, for I ought to be at his service, I ought to be always ready to do what he wishes; and then--you see--I had no right to ask monsieur not to take me to Paris when he went there; and that is why--if monsieur would like me to go with him--why I will be ready whenever monsieur says, I won"t keep him waiting."
The count watched Georget closely while he was speaking, and replied gently:
"I thank you, Georget, for the effort that you make to please me, but I tell you again, I will not subject you to such a severe trial; you have a horror of Paris, I know, and I can understand it; you might meet someone there whom you wish never to see again, whom, on the contrary, you wish to forget entirely; I will not expose you to dangers which you are wise enough to avoid. Besides, I have no need of your service in Paris; so calm your fears, my friend, you shall remain here."
The poor boy was struck dumb; he did not know what to say; he turned pale and staggered, and at last, finding that he had not the strength to conceal longer what he felt, he fell on his knees in front of Monsieur de Brevanne, stammering in a voice broken by sobs:
"Oh! take me, monsieur! Take me, I beg you! It isn"t my fault, but I can"t stand it any longer! I won"t speak to her, monsieur; I won"t speak to her, that I swear to you; but if I can see her for a moment, just a moment; if I can know that she is still there in the place where I used to see her, then I will come right away, I will come back calmer and more at peace, and I will work even better than ever, for my head will not be in a whirl as it is now."
"Rise, my poor boy! At all events, you are honest now, and I prefer that. What is the use of disguising what you feel? Moreover, my poor boy, you do not yet possess the art of dissembling; stay as you are; it is more rare, but it is much better. Well, as you can"t live without seeing her, you may go to Paris with me."
"Oh! how kind you are, monsieur!"
"But be careful! be prudent! remember the past! Ah! if twenty years had pa.s.sed since you had seen the object of your love, I should have less fear for you; but after only a fortnight, it"s very dangerous!"
"I won"t speak to her, monsieur; I swear to you that I won"t!"
"Very good. Go and get ready, and tell Pongo that I am taking you in his place, that he need not go to Paris."
Georget, drunken with joy, ran like a mad man through the gardens; he longed to tell everybody that he was going to Paris. He told the gardener, who was watering his vegetables; he shouted it at his mother, who was working in front of the house, and who thought that she must have heard wrong; but when she attempted to ask her son for a word of explanation, he was already far away. He hastened up to his room to dress; he finished his toilet in a moment; then he started out to find Pongo, whom he found still brushing and beating _flonflon_; he tried to take possession of the coat, which the mulatto refused to give him.
"Let me have it, Pongo! let me have it!" said Georget; "you are not going to Paris, I am going to take your place. Give me the coat, I am going to take it to monsieur; it is beaten enough."
"What! what you say, Monsieur Georget,--me no go to Paris? Oh! you joking! you make fun of me!"
"I tell you, Pongo, that your master himself just told me that he would take me in your place; you can stay here with Carabi, that ought to please you."
"Me no believe you! Let _flonflon_ alone."
"But I want to carry the coat to monsieur, as he is ready to go."
"You no touch _flonflon_! Me carry him to master alone, no need you."
"Then take it at once----"
"You won"t give orders to Pongo. Let _flonflon_ alone!"
"Ah! you tire me!" and Georget, in his impatience to be gone, leaped upon the coat which the mulatto held by one sleeve; each insisted upon the other"s letting go, and as neither of them would give way and as they continued to pull, the subject of the dispute fell upon the gravel, deprived of both sleeves, which remained in the hands of the two disputants for the honor of carrying that garment to their master.
At that moment Monsieur de Brevanne arrived upon the scene of conflict; he saw his coat upon the ground, sleeveless, while Georget and Pongo, with an equally confused and sheepish expression, gazed piteously at the portion of the garment which had remained in their hands.
"Well! I am waiting for my coat!" said the count, who found it hard not to smile at the bearing of the two persons before him.
"Coat--_flonflon_--there, there!" said the mulatto, pa.s.sing his master the sleeve that he held.
"What"s this you are giving me, Pongo? a sleeve?"
"Oh! me put on the rest afterward, master, me st.i.tch up all what"s torn, me fix it nice. It"s Monsieur Georget"s fault, him want to take the coat, him say me no longer monsieur"s servant; me no believe him, he try to take _flonflon_ by force."
"That is true, monsieur," said Georget; "it is my fault that your coat is torn, I admit; I was in such a hurry to bring it to you, and he refused to give it to me."
"If he take my place to wait on master, then Pongo discharged, turned out! Poor Pongo! very unhappy! he go bang his head against the wall."
And the mulatto began to utter noises that would have frightened an ox.
Not without much difficulty did his master convince him that he had never had any intention of dismissing him, and that if he did take Georget to Paris that day, it did not mean that Georget had any desire to take his place.
Georget himself embraced Pongo and begged him to forgive him for the pain which he had involuntarily caused him; the mulatto became calm, he picked up the pieces of _flonflon_, and Monsieur de Brevanne, having donned another coat, started for Paris with Georget.