"Five francs twenty the carton."
"Is it possible? And we have to pay...."
By his tone he made it seem a reflection on the Americans. Why should a country be so rich when his had been devastated, so thinned, so difficult to live in? f.a.n.n.y thought of the poor huddled clients who had sat on the floor of the car during the snowstorm. It had been a bitter journey for them.
After all--those rich, those pink and happy Americans, leather-coated down to the humblest private, pockets full of money, and fat meals three times a day to keep their spirits up--why shouldn"t they let him have their cigarettes?
"You can have this carton, too, if you like," she said, offering it.
"I"ll manage to slip in to-morrow morning."
He thanked her, delighted, and they went back to the hotel.
The problem of the kindness of the Americans, and her frequent abuse of it to benefit the French, puzzled her.
"But, after all, it"s very easy to be kind. It"s much easier to be kind if you are American and pink than if you are French and anxious."
Another difference between the two nations struck her.
"The Americans treat me as if I were an amusing child. The French, no matter how peculiar their advances, always, always as a woman."
Next morning, when she got down to breakfast at eight, she found that the three Frenchmen had already gone out about their work.
"Perhaps I shall get home to-night, after all," she prayed. She sat in the hotel and watched the Americans, or wandered about the little town until eleven. The affair with the cigars was suitably arranged. The hall was nearly empty when she went in, and the few men who stood about in it did not disarm her with special kindness. On getting back to the hotel she found the Bearskin pushing breathlessly and anxiously through the gla.s.s doors.
"Monsieur Raudel has left his cigarettes in his bedroom," he said, "unlocked up. He is anxious so I have come back."
"Well, tell him that if he--tell him quite as a joke, you know--that if I can get home--"
(Something in his little blue eye shone sympathetically, and she leant towards him.) "Well, I"ll tell _you_! There is a dance to-night in Metz, and I am asked. And tell him that I have bought two boxes of cigars for him!"
The Bearskin, enchanted, promised to do his best.
By half-past twelve the three were back at lunch in the hotel. Over the coffee Monsieur Raudel looked reflectively at his well-shaped nails.
"Well, mademoiselle, so this is what it is to have a woman chauffeur--"
f.a.n.n.y looked up nervously, regretting her confidence in the Bearskin.
"Apart from the pleasure of your company with us, we get cheap cigars, and you get your dance, so every one is pleased."
"Oh!" She was radiant. "But you haven"t hurried too much? Are we really starting back?"
Monsieur Raudel, who was a new man when he wasn"t cold, rea.s.sured her, and soon they were all packed in the Renault, and running out of Treves.
CHAPTER IX
THE CRINOLINE
That same night as dusk fell she shook the snow from her feet and clothes and entered the dressmaker"s kitchen. Four candles were burning beside the gas, and the tea-cups lay heaped and unwashed upon the dresser.
"Good-evening, good-evening," murmured a number of voices, German and French, and the old dressmaker, standing up, her face haggard under the gas, took both f.a.n.n.y"s hands with a whimper:
"It will never be done! Oh, dear child, it will _never_ be done!"
The crinoline which they were preparing lay in white rags upon the table.
"Oh, Elsa, that is good! Are you helping too?" Elsa had brought three of her friends with her, and the four bright, bullety heads bent over the long frills which moved slowly through their sewing fingers. "_Good_ Conquered Children!" They were sewing like little machines.
"The Fraulein Schneiderin," explained Elsa, "is so upset."
And this was evident and needed no explaining. The little lady twisted her fingers, grieved and scolded, s.n.a.t.c.hing at this and that, and rapping with her scissors upon the table as though she were going to wear the dress herself.
"Mademoiselle, I had to get them." She nodded towards the busy Conquered Children, apologising for them as though she feared f.a.n.n.y might think she had done a deal with the devil for her sake.
"Here are my frills," said f.a.n.n.y, bringing from her pocket two paper parcels, one of which she laid in mystery upon the table, the other opened and shook out her two long frills. She drew off her leather coat and sat down to sew.
"Oh, how calm you are!" burst out the dressmaker. "How can you be so calm? It won"t be finished."
"Yes, yes, yes. It"s only half-past five. Can I have a needle?"
"My mother had a dress like this before the last war." (This for the fiftieth time.) "And will your _amoureux_ be there?" she asked with the licence of the old.
"Well, yes," said f.a.n.n.y smiling, "he will."
"And what will he wear?"
"Oh, it"s a secret. I don"t know. But I chose this particular dress because it is so feminine, and it will be the first time he has seen me in the clothes of a woman."
"Children, hurry, hurry!" cried the dressmaker, in a frenzy of sympathy.
"Minette, get down!" She slapped the grey cat tenderly as she lifted him off the table. "Tell them in their language to hurry!" she exclaimed.
"_I_ never learnt it!"
But, after the breath of excitement, followed her poor despair, and she dropped her hands in her lap. "It will never be done. I can"t do it."
"Look, my dear, courage! The bodice is already done ... Have you had any tea?"
"The children ate. I couldn"t. I am too excited. But you are so calm.
You have no nerves. It isn"t natural!"
Yet she ate a little piece of cake, scolding the cat and the children with her mouth full, prowling restlessly above their bent heads as they sewed and solidly sewed.
At the end of an hour and a half the nine frills were on the skirt, the long hoops of wire had been run in, and the hooks and eyes on the belt.
Often the door opened and shut; visitors came and went in the room; the milk woman put her head in, crying: "What a party!" and left the tiny can of milk upon the floor: Elsa"s mother came to call her daughter to supper, but let her stay when she saw the dress still unfinished. Now and then some one would run out of the flat opposite, the flat above or the flat next door and, popping a head in at the door, wish them good luck. All the building seemed to know of the crinoline that was being made in the kitchen.