Chapter 27
The door of the anteroom was open. Two Havanese lapdogs rushed forward.
A voice exclaimed:
"Delphine! Delphine! Is that you, Felix?"
He stood there without advancing a step. The two little dogs kept yelping continually. At length Rosanette appeared, wrapped up in a sort of dressing-gown of white muslin trimmed with lace, and with her stockingless feet in Turkish slippers.
"Ah! excuse me, Monsieur! I thought it was the hairdresser. One minute; I am coming back!"
And he was left alone in the dining-room. The Venetian blinds were closed. Frederick, as he cast a glance round, was beginning to recall the hubbub of the other night, when he noticed on the table, in the middle of the room, a man's hat, an old felt hat, bruised, greasy, dirty. To whom did this hat belong? Impudently displaying its torn lining, it seemed to say:
"I have the laugh, after all! I am the master!"
The Marechale suddenly reappeared on the scene. She took up the hat, opened the conservatory, flung it in there, shut the door again (other doors flew open and closed again at the same moment), and, having brought Frederick through the kitchen, she introduced him into her dressing-room.
It could at once be seen that this was the most frequented room in the house, and, so to speak, its true moral centre. The walls, the armchairs, and a big divan with a spring were adorned with a chintz pattern on which was traced a great deal of foliage. On a white marble table stood two large washhand-basins of fine blue earthenware. Crystal shelves, forming a whatnot overhead, were laden with phials, brushes, combs, sticks of cosmetic, and powder-boxes. The fire was reflected in a high cheval-gla.s.s. A sheet was hanging outside a bath, and odours of almond-paste and of benzoin were exhaled.
"You'll excuse the disorder. I'm dining in the city this evening."
And as she turned on her heel, she was near crus.h.i.+ng one of the little dogs. Frederick declared that they were charming. She lifted up the pair of them, and raising their black snouts up to her face:
"Come! do a laugh--kiss the gentleman!"
A man dressed in a dirty overcoat with a fur collar here entered abruptly.
"Felix, my worthy fellow," said she, "you'll have that business of yours disposed of next Sunday without fail."
The man proceeded to dress her
"Shall you go?"
"Faith, no! I'm staying at home."
Delphine appeared. Her mistress gave her a scolding for having gone out without permission.
The other vowed that she was just "returning from market."
"Well, bring me your book. You have no objection, isn't that so?"
And, reading the pa.s.s-book in a low tone, Rosanette made remarks on every item. The different sums were not added up correctly.
"Hand me over four sous!"
Delphine handed the amount over to her, and, when she had sent the maid away:
"Ah! Holy Virgin! could I be more unfortunate than I am with these creatures?"
Frederick was shocked at this complaint about servants. It recalled the others too vividly to his mind, and established between the two houses a kind of vexatious equality.
When Delphine came back again, she drew close to the Marechale's side in order to whisper something in her ear.
"Ah, no! I don't want her!"
Delphine presented herself once more.
"Madame, she insists."
"Ah, what a plague! Throw her out!"
At the same moment, an old lady, dressed in black, pushed forward the door. Frederick heard nothing, saw nothing. Rosanette rushed into her apartment to meet her.
When she reappeared her cheeks were flushed, and she sat down in one of the armchairs without saying a word. A tear fell down her face; then, turning towards the young man, softly:
"What is your Christian name?"
"Frederick."
"Ha! Federico! It doesn't annoy you when I address you in that way?"
And she gazed at him in a coaxing sort of way that was almost amorous.
All of a sudden she uttered an exclamation of delight at the sight of Mademoiselle Vatnaz.
The lady-artist had no time to lose before presiding at her _table d'hote_ at six o'clock sharp; and she was panting for breath, being completely exhausted. She first took out of her pocket a gold chain in a paper, then various objects that she had bought.
"You should know that there are in the Rue Joubert splendid Suede gloves at thirty-six sous. Your dyer wants eight days more. As for the guipure, I told you that they would dye it again. Bugneaux has got the instalment you paid. That's all, I think. You owe me a hundred and eighty-five francs."
Rosanette went to a drawer to get ten napoleons. Neither of the pair had any money. Frederick offered some.
"I'll pay you back," said the Vatnaz, as she stuffed the fifteen francs into her handbag. "But you are a naughty boy! I don't love you any longer--you didn't get me to dance with you even once the other evening!
Ah! my dear, I came across a case of stuffed humming-birds which are perfect loves at a shop in the Quai Voltaire. If I were in your place, I would make myself a present of them. Look here! What do you think of it?"
And she exhibited an old remnant of pink silk which she had purchased at the Temple to make a mediaeval doublet for Delmar.
"He came to-day, didn't he?"
"No."
"That's singular."
And, after a minute's silence:
"Where are you going this evening?"
"To Alphonsine's," said Rosanette, this being the third version given by her as to the way in which she was going to pa.s.s the evening.
Mademoiselle Vatnaz went on: "And what news about the old man of the mountain?"
But, with an abrupt wink, the Marechale bade her hold her tongue; and she accompanied Frederick out as far as the anteroom to ascertain from him whether he would soon see Arnoux.