It is a voice that says, "Move and I shoot! Move and I shoot!" I lie still. I do not move. I am courageous, but I am unarmed.
And the voice says again, "Move and I shoot!" Is it robbers? Is it some marauder who has made his way to my room to plunder me?
I do not know. Per"aps I think yes.
"Who are you?" I have asked.
There is no answer.
I take my courage in my "ands. I leap from my bed. I dash for the door.
No pistol has been fire. I have reached the pa.s.sage, and have shouted for a.s.sistance.
Hotel officials run up. Doors open. "What is it?" voices cry.
"There is in my room an armed robber," I a.s.sure them.
And then I have found--no, I am mistaken. My door, you will understand, is open. And as I have said these words, a large green parrot comes "opping out. My a.s.sa.s.sin is nothing but a green parrot.
"Move and I shoot!" it has said to those gathered in the corridor. It then has bitten me in the "and and pa.s.sed on.
I am chagrined, monsieur. But only for a moment. Then I forget my chagrin. For a voice from a door that "as opened says with joy, "It is my Polly, which I "ave this evening lost!"
I turn. I gasp for admiration. It is a beautiful lady in a pink dressing-gown which "ave spoken these words.
She has looked at me. I "ave looked at her. I forget everything but that she is adorable. I forget those who stand by. I forget that the parrot has bitten me in the "and. I forget even that I am standing there in pyjamas, with on my feet nothing. I can only gaze at her and worship.
I have found words.
"Mademoiselle," I have said, "I am rejoiced that I have been the means of restoring to you your bird."
She has thanked me with her eyes, and then with words also. I am bewitched. She is divine. I care not that my feet are cold. I could wish to stand there talking all night.
She has given a cry of dismay.
"Your "and! It is wounded!"
I look at my "and. Yes, it is bleeding, where the bird "ave bitten it.
"Tchut, mademoiselle," I have said. "It is a bagatelle."
But no. She is distressed. She is what your poet Scott "ave said, a ministering angel thou. She "ave torn her "andkerchief and is binding up my wound. I am enchanted. Such beauty! Such kindness! "Ardly can I resist to fall on my knees before "er and declare my pa.s.sion.
We are twin souls. She has thanked me again. She has scolded the parrot. She has smiled upon me as she retires to her room. It is enough. Nothing is said, but I am a man of sensibility and discernment, and I understand that she will not be offended if I seek to renew our friendship on a more suitable occasion.
The doors shut. The guests have returned to bed, the hotel servants to their duties. And I go back to my room. But not to sleep. It is very late, but I do not sleep. I lie awake and think of "er.
You will conceive, Monsieur, with what mixed feelings I descend next morning. On the one "and, I must keep the sharp look-out for my uncle, for "im I must avoid till he shall have--what do you say in your idiom? Yes, I have it--simmered down and tucked in his shirt. On the other "and, I must watch for my lady of the parrot. I count the minutes till we shall meet again.
I avoid my uncle with success, and I see "er about the hour of _dejeuner_. She is talking to old gentleman. I have bowed. She have smiled and motioned me to approach.
"Father," she has said, "this is the gentleman who caught Polly."
We have shaken hands. He is indulgent papa. He has smiled and thanked me also. We have confided to each other our names. He is English. He owns much land in England. He has been staying in Paris. He is rich.
His name is "Enderson. He addresses his daughter, and call her Marion.
In my "eart I also call her Marion. You will perceive that I am, as you say, pretty far gone.
The hour of _dejeuner_ has arrived. I entreat them to be my guests. I can run to it, you understand, for there are still in my pockets plenty of my uncle"s francs. They consent. I am in "eaven.
All is well. Our friendship has progressed with marvellous speed. The old gentleman and I are swiftly the dear old pals. I "ave confided to "im my dreams of artistic fame, and he has told me "ow much he dislikes your Lloyd George. He has mentioned that he and Miss Marion depart for London that day. I am desolate. My face tumbles. He has observed my despair. He has invited me to visit them in London.
Imagine my chagrin. To visit them in London is the one thing I desire to do. But how? I accept gratefully, but I ask myself how it is to be done? I am poor blighter with no profession and nine "undred francs. He "as taken it for granted that I am wealthy.
What shall I do? I spend the afternoon trying to form a plan. And then I am resolved. I will go to my uncle and say: "Uncle, I have the magnificent chance to marry the daughter of wealthy English landowner.
Already I "ave her grat.i.tude. Soon--for I am young, "andsome, debonair--I shall "ave her love. Give me one more chance, uncle. Be decent old buck, and put up the money for this affair."
These words I have resolved to say to my uncle.
I go back to the hotel. I enter his private office. I reveal no secret when I say that he is not cordial.
"Ten thousand devils!" he has cried. "What do you here?"
I "asten to tell him all, and plead with him to be decent old buck. He does not believe.
Who is he? he asks. This English landowner? How did I meet him? And where?
I tell him. He is amazed.
"You "ad the infernal impudence to take room in my hotel?" he has cried.
I am crafty. I am diplomat.
"Where else, dear uncle?" I say. "In all Paris there is no such "ome from "ome. The cuisine--marvellous! The beds--of rose-leaves! The attendance--superb! If only for one night, I have said to myself, I must stay in this of all hotels."
I "ave--what do you say?--touched the spot.
"In what you say," he has said, more calmly, "there is certainly something. It is a good hotel, this of mine!"
The only hotel, I have a.s.sured him. The Meurice? _Chut!_ I snap my fingers. The Ritz? Bah! Once again I snap my fingers. "In all Paris there is no hotel like this."
He "as simmered down. His shirt is tucked in. "Tell me again this plan of yours, Jean."
When I leave "im we have come to an understanding. It is agreed between us that I am to "ave one last chance. He will not spoil this promising ship for the "a"porth of tar. He will give me money for my purpose. But he has said, as we part, if I fail, his "ands shall be washed of me. He cannot now forget that I am his dear brother"s child; but if I fail to accomplish the conquest of the divine Miss Marion, he thinks he will be able to.
It is well. A week later I follow the "Endersons to London.
For the next few days, monsieur, I am in Paradise. My "ost has much nice "ouse in Eaton Square. He is rich, popular. There is much society.
And I--I have the _succes fou_. I am young, "andsome, debonair. I cannot speak the English very well--not so well as I now speak "im--but I manage. I get along. I am intelligent, amiable. Everyone loves me.
No, not everyone. Captain Ba.s.sett, he does not love me. And why?