"Have you finished?" he demanded. "Faith, I see you have. Then let us start; it grows late. The shadows, like good Mussulmans, are stretching to the east. I must catch the ladies in their chambers before supper.
Come, we"ll take the box between us."
"Why, monsieur, I carry that on my shoulders."
"What, my la.s.s, on your dainty shoulders? Nay, "twould make the townsfolk stare."
I gnawed my lip in silence; he exclaimed:
"Now, never have I seen a maid fresh from the convent blush so prettily.
I"d give my right hand to walk you out past the guard-room."
I shrank as a snail when you touch its horns. He cried:
"Marry, but I will, though!"
Now I, unlike Sir Snail, had no snug little fortress to take refuge in; I might writhe, but I could not defend myself.
"As you will, monsieur," I said, setting my teeth hard.
"Nay, I dare not. Those fellows would follow us laughing to the doors of Lorraine House itself. I"ve told none of this prank; I have even contrived to send all the lackeys out of doors on fools" errands. We"ll sneak out like thieves by the postern. Come, tread your wariest."
On tiptoe, with the caution of malefactors, we crept from stair to stair, giggling under our breath like the callow lad and saucy la.s.s we looked to be. We won in safety to the postern, and came out to face the terrible eye of the world.
XXV
_A double masquerade._
"Felix, we are speaking in our own tongue. It is such lapses as these bring men to the gallows. Italian from this word, my girl."
"Monsieur, I have no notion how to bear myself, what to say," I answered uneasily.
"Say as little as you can. For, I confess, your voice and your hands give me pause; otherwise I would take you anywhere for a la.s.s. Your part must be the shy maiden. My faith, you look the role; your cheeks are poppies! You will follow docile at my heels while I tell lies for two. I have the hope that the ladies will heed me and my jewels more than you."
"Monsieur, could we not go safelier at night?"
"I have thought of that. But at night the household gathers in the salon; we should run the gantlet of a hundred looks and tongues. While now, if we have luck, we may win to mademoiselle"s own chamber--" He broke off abruptly, and walked along in a day-dream.
"Well," he resumed presently, coming back to the needs of the moment, "let us know our names and station. I am Giovanni Rossini, son of the famous goldsmith of Florence; you, Giulietta, my sister. We came to Paris in the legate"s train, trade being dull at home, the gentry having fled to the hills for the hot month. Of course you"ve never set foot out of France, Fe--Giulietta?"
"Never out of St. Quentin till I came hither. But Father Francesco has talked to me much of his city of Florence."
"Good; you can then make shift to answer a question or two if put to it.
Your Italian, I swear, is of excellent quality. You speak French like the Picard you are, but Italian like a gentleman--that is to say, like a lady."
"Monsieur," I bemoaned miserably, "I shall never come through it alive, never in the world. They will know me in the flick of an eye for a boy; I know they will. Why, the folk we are pa.s.sing can see something wrong; they all are staring at me."
"Of course they stare," he answered tranquilly. "I should think some wrong if they did not. Can your modesty never understand, my Giulietta, what a pretty la.s.s you are?"
He fell to laughing at my discomfort, and thus, he full of gay confidence, I full of misgiving, we came before the doors of the Hotel de Lorraine.
"Courage," he whispered to me. "Courage will conquer the devil himself.
Put a good face on it and take the plunge." The next moment he was in the archway, deluging the sentry with his rapid Italian.
"Nom d"un chien! What"s all this? What are you after?" the man shouted at us, to make us understand the better. "Haven"t you a word of honest French in your head?"
M. etienne, tapping his box, very brokenly, very laboriously stammered forth something about jewels for the ladies.
"Get in with you, then."
We were not slow to obey.
The courtyard was deserted, nor did we see any one in the windows of the house, against which the afternoon sun struck hotly. To keep out his unwelcome rays, the house door was pushed almost shut. We paused a moment on the step, to listen to the voices of gossiping lackeys within, and then M. etienne boldly knocked.
There was a scurrying in the hall, as if half a dozen idlers were plunging into their doublets and running to their places. Then my good friend Pierre opened the door. In the row of underlings at his back I recognized the two who had taken part in my flogging. The cold sweat broke out upon me lest they in their turn should know me.
M. etienne looked from one to another with the childlike smile of his bare lips, demanding if any here spoke Italian.
"I," answered Pierre himself. "Now, what may your errand be?"
"Oh, it"s soon told," M. etienne cried volubly, as one delighted to find himself understood. "I am a jeweller from Florence; I am selling my wares in your great houses. I have but just sold a necklace to the d.u.c.h.esse de Joyeuse; I crave permission to show my trinkets to the fair ladies here. But take me up to them, and they"ll not make you repent it."
"Go tell madame," Pierre bade one of his men, and turning again to us gave us kindly permission to set down our burden and wait.
For incredible good luck, the heavy hangings were drawn over the sunny windows, making a soft twilight in the room. I sidled over to a bench in the far corner and was feeling almost safe, when Pierre--beshrew him!--called attention to me.
"Now, that is a heavy box for a maid to help lug. Do you make the la.s.ses do porters" work, you Florentines?"
"But I am a stranger here," M. etienne explained. "Did I hire a porter, how am I to tell an honest one? Belike he might run off with all my treasures, and where is poor Giovanni then? Besides, it were cruel to leave my little sister in our lodging, not a soul to speak to, the long day through. There is none where we lodge knows Italian, as you do so like an angel, Sir Master of the Household."
Now, Pierre was no more maitre d"hotel than I was, but that did not dampen his pleasure to be called so. He sat down on the bench by M.
etienne.
"How came you two to be in Paris?" he asked.
My lord proceeded to tell him I know not what glib and convincing farrago, with every excellence, I made no doubt, of accent and gesture.
But I could not listen; I had affairs of my own by this time. The lackeys had come up close round me, more interested in me than in my brother, and the same Jean who had held me for my beating, who had wanted my coat stripped off me that I might be whacked to bleed, now said:
"I"ll warrant you"re hot and tired and thirsty, mademoiselle, for all you look as fresh as cress. Will you drink a cup of wine if I fetch it?"
I had kept my eyes on the ground from the first moment of encounter, in mortal dread to look these men in the face; but now, gaining courage, I raised my glance and smiled at him bashfully, and faltered that I did not understand.
He understood the sense, if not the words, of my answer, and repeated his offer, slowly, loudly. I strove to look as blank as the wall, and shook my head gently and helplessly, and turned an inquiring gaze to the others, as if beseeching them to interpret. One of the fellows clapped Jean on the shoulder with a roar of laughter.
"A fall, a fall!" he shouted. "Here"s the all-conquering Jean Marchand tripped up for once. He thinks nothing that wears petticoats can withstand him, but here"s a maid that hasn"t a word to throw at him."