They had no luggage to wait for, and David, trembling with excitement so that he could hardly give the necessary orders, shouldered the bags, got a cab and gave the address. Outside it was still twilight, but the lamps were lit and the Boulevard into which they presently turned seemed to brother and sister a blaze of light. The young green of the trees glittered under the gas like the trees of a pantomime; the kiosks threw their lights out upon the moving crowd; shops and cafes were all shining and alive; and on either hand rose the long line of stately houses, unbroken by any London or Manchester squalors and inequalities, towering as it seemed into the skies, and making for the great spectacle of life beneath them a setting more gay, splendid, and complete than any Englishman in his own borders can ever see.
Louie had turned white with pleasure and excitement. All her dreams of gaiety and magnificence, of which the elements had been gathered from the ill.u.s.trated papers and the Manchester theatres, were more than realised by these Paris gas-lights, these vast houses, these laughing and strolling crowds.
"Look at those people having their coffee out of doors," she cried to David, "and that white and gold place behind. Goodness! what they must spend in gas! And just look at those two girls--look, quick--there, with the young man in the black moustache--they _are_ loud, but aren"t their dresses just sweet?"
She craned her neck out of window, exclaiming--now at this, now at that--till suddenly they pa.s.sed out of the Boulevard into the comparative darkness of side ways. Here the height of the houses produced a somewhat different impression; Louie looked out none the less keenly, but her chatter ceased.
At last the cab drew up with a clatter at the side of a particularly dark and narrow street, ascending somewhat sharply to the north-west from the point where they stopped.
"Now for the _concierge_," said David, looking round him, after he had paid the man.
And conning Barbier"s directions in his mind, he turned into the gateway, and made boldly for a curtained door behind which shone a light.
The woman, who came out in answer to his knock, looked him all over from head to foot, while he explained himself in his best French.
"_Tiens_," she said, indifferently, to a man behind her, "it"s the people for No. 26--_des Anglais_--_M. Paul te l"a dit_.
Hand me the key."
The _bonhomme_ addressed--a little, stooping, wizened creature, with china-blue eyes, showing widely in his withered face under the light of the paraffin-lamp his wife was holding--reached a key from a board on the wall and gave it to her.
The woman again surveyed them both, the young man and the girl, and seemed to debate with herself whether she should take the trouble to be civil. Finally she said in an ungracious voice--
"It"s the fourth floor to the right. I must take you up, I suppose."
David thanked her, and she preceded them with the light through a door opposite and up some stone stairs.
When they had mounted two flights, she turned abruptly on the landing--
"You take the _appartement_ from M. Dubois?"
"Yes," said David, enchanted to find that, thanks to old Barbier"s constant lessons, he could both understand and reply with tolerable ease; "for a fortnight."
"Take care; the landlord will be descending on you; M. Dubois never pays; he may be turned out any day, and his things sold. Where is Mademoiselle going to sleep?"
"But in M. Dubois" _appartement_," said David, hoping this time, in his dismay, that he did _not_ understand; "he promised to arrange everything."
"He has arranged nothing. Do you wish that I should provide some things? You can hire some furniture from me. And do you want service?"
The woman had a grasping eye. David"s frugal instincts took alarm.
"_Merci_, Madame! My sister and I do not require much. We shall wait upon ourselves. If Madame will tell us the name of some restaurant near--"
Instead, Madame made an angry sound and thrust the key abruptly into Louie"s hand, David being laden with the bags.
"There are two more flights," she said roughly; "then turn to the left, and go up the staircase straight in front of you--first door to the right. You"ve got eyes; you"ll find the way."
"_Mais, Madame_--" cried David, bewildered by these directions, and trying to detain her.
But she was already half-way down the flight below them, throwing back remarks which, to judge from their tone, were not complimentary.
There was no help for it. Louie was dropping with fatigue, and beginning to be much out of temper. David with difficulty a.s.sumed a hopeful air, and up they went again. Leading off the next landing but one they found a narrow pa.s.sage, and at the end of it a ladder-like staircase. At the top of this they came upon a corridor at right angles, in which the first door bore the welcome figures "26."
"All right," said David; "here we are. Now we"ll just go in, and look about us. Then if you"ll sit and rest a bit, I"ll run down and see where we can get something to eat."
"Be quick, then--do," said Louie. "I"m just fit to drop."
With a beating heart he put the key into the lock of the door. It fitted, but he could not turn it. Both he and Louie tried in vain.
"What a nuisance!" said he at last. "I must go and fetch up that woman again. You sit down and wait."
As he spoke there was a sound below of quick steps, and of a voice, a woman"s voice, humming a song.
"Some one coming," he said to Louie; "perhaps they understand the lock."
They ran down to the landing below to reconnoitre. There was, of course, gas on the staircase, and as they hung over the iron railing they saw mounting towards them a young girl. She wore a light fawn-coloured dress and a hat covered with Parma violets.
Hearing voices above her, she threw her head back, and stopped a moment. Louie"s eye was caught by her hand and its tiny wrist as it lay on the bal.u.s.trade, and by the coils and twists of her fair hair. David saw no details, only what seemed to him a miracle of grace and colour, born in an instant, out of the dark--or out of his own excited fancy?
She came slowly up the steps, looking at them, at the tall dark youth and the girl beside him. Then on the top step she paused, instead of going past them. David took off his hat, but all the practical questions he had meant to ask deserted him. His French seemed to have flown.
"You are strangers, aren"t you?" she said, in a clear, high, somewhat imperious voice. "What number do you want?"
Her expression had a certain _hauteur_, as of one defending her native ground against intruders. Under the stimulus of it David found his tongue.
"We have taken M. Paul Dubois" rooms," he said. "We have found his door, but the key the _concierge_ gave us does not fit it."
She laughed, a free, frank laugh, which had a certain wild note in it.
"These doors have to be coaxed," she said; "they don"t like foreigners. Give it me. This is my way, too."
Stepping past them, she preceded them up the narrow stairs, and was just about to try the key in the lock, when a sudden recollection seemed to flash upon her.
"I know!" she said, turning upon them. "_Tenez--que je suis bete!_ You are Dubois" English friends. He told me something, and I had forgotten all about it. You are going to take his rooms?"
"For a week or two," said David, irritated a little by the laughing malice, the sarcastic wonder of her eyes, "while he is doing some work in Brussels. It seemed a convenient arrangement, but if we are not comfortable we shall go elsewhere. If you can open the door for us we shall be greatly obliged to you, Mademoiselle. But if not I must go down for the _concierge_. We have been travelling all day, and my sister is tired."
"Where did you learn such good French?" she said carelessly, at the same time leaning her weight against the door, and manipulating the key in such a way that the lock turned, and the door flew open.
Behind it appeared a large dark s.p.a.ce. The light from the gas-jet in the pa.s.sage struck into it, but beyond a chair and a tall screen-like object in the middle of the floor, it seemed to David to be empty.
"That"s his _atelier_, of course," said the unknown; "and mine is next to it, at the other end. I suppose he has a cupboard to sleep in somewhere. Most of us have. But I don"t know anything about Dubois. I don"t like him. He is not one of my friends."
She spoke in a dry, masculine voice, which contrasted in the sharpest way with her youth, her dress, her dainty smallness. Then, all of a sudden, as her eyes travelled over the English pair standing bewildered on the threshold of Dubois" most uninviting apartment, she began to laugh again. Evidently the situation seemed to her extremely odd.
"Did you ask the people downstairs to get anything ready for you?"
she inquired.
"No," said David, hesitating; "we thought we could manage for ourselves."