"Yes, it is easy to say poor creatures, but there are so many equally poor creatures, that, as we can do nothing for them, it is no use to worry ourselves about it,--is it, Alfred? And, talking of consoling ourselves, there stands the ca.s.sia, and we have never thought of tasting it."
"To tell you the truth, Madame Pipelet, after what I have just heard I have no inclination to partake of it. You and M. Pipelet must drink my health in it when I am gone."
"You are extremely kind, sir," said the porter; "but will you not like to see the rooms up-stairs?"
"I shall be glad to do so, if perfectly convenient; and, if they suit, I will engage them at once and leave a deposit."
The porter, followed by Rodolph, emerged from the gloomy lodge, and proceeded up-stairs.
CHAPTER XXIV.
THE FOUR STORIES.
The damp, dark staircase looked still more gloomy through the fog of a November day. The entrance to each separate set of apartments in this house bore its own peculiar and distinctive character to the observant eye. Thus, the door conducting to those of the commandant bore evidences of having been recently painted in close imitation of ebony, being further set off with a bra.s.s k.n.o.b rubbed up to a most dazzling brightness, while a gay-coloured bell-rope, finished by an enormous ta.s.sel of scarlet silk, contrasted strongly with the mean and shabby wall against which it hung.
The door of the flight above, where dwelt the female money-lender and dealer in divination, was singularly characterised by the appearance of that mystical symbol of deep wisdom and oracular knowledge, an owl, which, stuffed to resemble life as closely as the artist could contrive it, was nailed on a small bracket just above the doorway; while a sort of small wicket, latticed with wire-work, enabled all visitors to be duly scrutinised ere they were admitted.
The dwelling of the Italian charlatan, who was said to pursue such fearful avocations, had, likewise, its whimsical mode of designating the pursuits of its occupant, whose name, traced in large letters formed of horses" teeth upon a square black board, was nailed to the entrance-door; while, instead of adopting the cla.s.sical agency of a deer"s foot or a hare"s pad for the handle of his bell, there hung dangling from the cord the hand and arm of a dried ape,--the withered limb, the shrivelled hand, with its five fingers, each so distinctly preserved, and the articulation of every joint so clearly defined, the tiny tips bearing the nails long and taper as those of a human creature, presented a close and hideous resemblance to the hand and arm of a child.
As Rodolph pa.s.sed before a door so singularly indicative of all his worst suspicions, he fancied he could detect the sound of smothered sobs from within. Then rose up a cry so full of agony, of convulsive, irrepressible misery,--a cry as if wrung from a breaking heart or the last wail of expiring nature, that the whole house seemed to reecho it.
Rodolph started; then, by a movement more rapid than thought itself, he rushed to the door and violently pulled the bell.
"What is the matter, sir?" inquired the astonished porter.
"That cry!" said Rodolph; "did you not hear it?"
"Yes, yes, I heard it; I dare say it is some person whose teeth M.
Bradamanti is taking out; perhaps he may be taking out several,--and it is painful!"
This explanation, though a probable one, did not satisfy Rodolph as to the horrid scream which still resounded in his ears. Though he had rung the bell with considerable violence, no person had as yet replied to his summons; he could distinctly hear the shutting of several doors, and then, behind a small oval gla.s.s let in beside the door, and on which Rodolph had mechanically kept his eyes fixed, he saw the haggard, cadaverous countenance of a human being; a ma.s.s of reddish hair strongly mixed with gray, and a long beard of the same hue, completed the hideous ensemble; the face was seen but for an instant, and vanished as quickly as though it had been a mere creation of fancy, leaving Rodolph in a state of perturbation impossible to describe.
Short as had been the period of this apparition"s visit, he had yet in those brief instants recalled features precisely similar and for ever engraved on his memory,--the eyes shining with the colour and brilliancy of the _aqua marina_ beneath their bushy sandy eyebrows, the livid complexion, the nose thin, projecting, and curving like an eagle"s beak, with its nostrils so curiously expanded and carved out till they exposed a portion of the nasal cartilage, resembled closely a certain Polidori, whose name had been so unceremoniously committed by Murphy, in his conversation with Graun, to regions not mentionable to polite ears.
Though Rodolph had not seen Polidori during the last sixteen or seventeen years, he had a thousand reasons for keeping every feature well in his remembrance. The only thing that told against the ident.i.ty of the individual he believed existed under the disguised name of this quack dentist was the circ.u.mstance of his having red hair, while the Polidori of Rodolph"s acquaintance had almost black. That Rodolph experienced no wonder (always supposing his conjectures as to the ident.i.ty correct) at finding a man whose profound learning, rare talent, and vast intelligence he well knew, sunk to such a degradation,--it might even be infamy,--was because he knew equally well that all these high attainments and n.o.ble gifts were allied to such entire perversity, such wild and irregular pa.s.sions, inclinations so corrupt, and, above all, an affected scorn and contempt for the opinion of the world, which might lead this man, when want and misery overtook him, to seek, from choice, the lowest and least honourable paths of subsistence, and to enjoy a sort of malevolent satisfaction in the idea of him, the talented, the learned, burying all these precious treasures beneath the ign.o.ble calling to which he had devoted his vast powers of mind and body. Still, be it remembered that, spite of the close resemblance between the charlatan surgeon-dentist and the Polidori of bygone years, there still existed discrepancies so great that Rodolph balanced, in deep uncertainty, respecting their proving to be one and the same person.
At length, turning to Pipelet, he inquired:
"How long has this M. Bradamanti been an inmate of this house?"
"About a year, sir, as nearly as I can remember,--yes, it is a year; I recollect he took the lodgings in the January quarter. Oh, he is a very regular and exact lodger; he cured me of a desperate attack of rheumatism."
"Madame Pipelet was telling me of the reports which are circulated of him."
"How could she be so foolish?"
"Nay, pray do not fear me! I a.s.sure you I may safely be trusted."
"But, really, sir," rejoined Pipelet, "I do not think there is the least dependence to be placed in such reports. I do not believe them, for one.
I never can believe them; my modesty would not let me," added M.
Pipelet, turning very red, and preceding his new lodger to the floor above.
The more resolved upon clearing up his doubts in proportion to the very great annoyance he felt that the residence of Polidori in the same house would prove to him, and becoming momentarily more disposed to affix a painful solution to the enigma of the piercing cry he had heard from the apartments of the Italian, Rodolph bound himself by a rigid promise to investigate the matter, so as to place it beyond the power of a doubt, and followed the porter to the upper floor, where was situated the chamber he was desirous of engaging.
It was easy to ascertain the abode of his next-door neighbour Mlle.
Rigolette. Thanks to the charming gallantry of the painter, Pipelet"s mortal foe, the door of her chamber was ornamented after the manner of Watteau, with a panel design representing about half a dozen fat little chubby Loves, grouped round a s.p.a.ce painted sky blue, and on which was traced, in pink letters, "_Mademoiselle Rigolette, Dressmaker_." These plump little Cupids had all a task to perform besides encircling this important announcement. One held the thimble of Mlle. Rigolette upon his tiny finger; another held her scissors; a third was provided with a smoothing-iron for her use; whilst a fourth held up a mirror, as if to tempt the young sempstress to forsake her work for the more gratifying view of her own pretty countenance. The whole was surrounded with a well-chosen wreath of flowers, whose gay colours contrasted agreeably with the sea-green colour of the door; the whole offering a very unfavourable contrast to the mean and shabby-looking staircase. At the risk of opening anew the bleeding wounds of Alfred, Rodolph ventured to observe, while pointing to the door of Mlle. Rigolette:
"This, I suppose, is the work of M. Cabrion?"
"It is; he destroyed the painting of the door by daubing it over with a parcel of fat, indecent children he called his _loves_. Had it not been for the entreaties of Mlle. Rigolette, and the weakness of M. Bras Rouge, I would have scratched it all off, as well as this palette filled with horrid monsters, with their equally abominable master, whom you can see drawn amongst them. You may know him by his steeple-crowned hat."
And there, sure enough, on the door of the room Rodolph was about to hire, might be seen a palette surrounded by all kinds of odd and whimsical creatures, the witty conceit of which might have done honour to Callot. Rodolph followed the porter into a tolerably good-sized room, accessible by a small entrance-closet, or antechamber, having two windows opening into the Rue du Temple. Some fantastic sketches from the pencil of M. Cabrion, on the second door, had been scrupulously respected by M. Germain. Rodolph saw too many reasons for desiring to obtain this lodging to hesitate further; therefore, modestly placing a couple of francs in the hand of the porter, he said:
[Ill.u.s.tration: ""_This, I Suppose, Is the Work of M. Cabrion_""
Etching by Mercier, after the drawing by Frank T. Merrill]
"This chamber will exactly suit me. Here is a deposit to complete the bargain. To-morrow I will send in my furniture; but let me beg of you not to destroy the merry creatures painted on the palette at the entrance. It is really very droll! Don"t you think so?"
"Droll!" groaned poor Pipelet; "not I! Ah, sir, how would you like to dream night after night that you were being hunted by a legion of little ugly devils like these on the door, with Cabrion at their head urging them on, and then fancying you are trying to get away, and cannot? Oh, I have woke all in a perspiration from such dreams hundreds of times since that infamous Cabrion began persecuting me."
"Why, honestly speaking, I cannot say the chase would be a very agreeable one, even though but a dream. However, tell me, have I any need to see M. Bras Rouge--your great man here--about renting this apartment?"
"None whatever, sir. He rarely comes near the place, except when he has any private matters to arrange with Mother Burette. I am the only person to treat with about hiring apartments. I must beg the favour of your name."
"Rodolph."
"Rodolph what?"
"Plain Rodolph, M. Pipelet,--nothing more, if you please."
"Just as you please, sir. I did not ask from curiosity. Every man has a right to his own free will, as well as to decide upon the name he chooses to be called."
"What do you think, M. Pipelet, as to the propriety of my going to-morrow, as a new neighbour of Morel"s, to inquire whether I can be of any service to them? Since my predecessor, M. Germain, was permitted to a.s.sist them according to _his_ means, why should they not accept of what trifling help I can afford?"
"Why, sir, I see no harm in your going to call on the Morels, because it may please the poor things; but I hardly see much good it can do, as they are so shortly to be turned out of the house." Then, as if suddenly struck with a new idea, M. Pipelet exclaimed, winking at Rodolph with what he intended should be a very facetious and penetrating look, "I see, I see,--you mean to begin making acquaintance with the lodgers at the top of the house, that you may be able to work your way down to Mlle. Rigolette. Ah, I"ve found you out, you see,--pretty girl--"
"Well, I think you have discovered my intentions, so I will confess at once that I mean to try and be on friendly terms with my agreeable neighbour."
"There is no harm in that, sir,--it is customary; only all correct, all right and honourable,--you understand. Between you and me, I strongly suspect Mlle. Rigolette heard us coming up-stairs, and that she is watching to have a look as we go down. I will make a noise purposely in locking the door; if you look sharp, you will see her as we pa.s.s the landing." And, true to the porter"s suspicions, the door so tastefully enlivened by the fat Cupids, _a la Watteau_, was seen to open gently, and Rodolph had a brief view of a little, turned-up nose, and a pair of large, staring black eyes, peeping through the narrow s.p.a.ce; but, as he slacked his steps, the door was hastily shut. "I told you she was watching us," said the porter. Then added, "Excuse me one instant, sir; I want to step up to my warehouse."
"Where is that?"
"At the top of this ladder is the landing-place, on which the door of Morel"s garret opens, and in the wainscoting of this landing is a small dark cupboard, where I keep my leather, and the wall is so full of cracks, that when I am in this hole I can see and hear everything, the same as if I was in Morel"s room. Not that I wish to spy what the poor creatures are about, G.o.d knows,--quite the contrary. But please to excuse me for a few minutes, sir, whilst I fetch my bit of leather. If you will have the goodness to go down-stairs, I will rejoin you."
And, so saying, Pipelet commenced ascending the steep ladder communicating with his warehouse, as he styled it,--a somewhat perilous feat for a person of his age.