Part 156 (1/2)
”Yes,” replied the mother.
”What time is it?”
”Nearly six. The half-hour struck from Saint-Medard a while ago.”
”The devil!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Jondrette; ”the children must go and watch. Come you, do you listen here.”
A whispering ensued.
Jondrette's voice became audible again:--
”Has old Bougon left?”
”Yes,” said the mother.
”Are you sure that there is no one in our neighbor's room?”
”He has not been in all day, and you know very well that this is his dinner hour.”
”You are sure?”
”Sure.”
”All the same,” said Jondrette, ”there's no harm in going to see whether he is there. Here, my girl, take the candle and go there.”
Marius fell on his hands and knees and crawled silently under his bed.
Hardly had he concealed himself, when he perceived a light through the crack of his door.
”P'pa,” cried a voice, ”he is not in here.”
He recognized the voice of the eldest daughter.
”Did you go in?” demanded her father.
”No,” replied the girl, ”but as his key is in the door, he must be out.”
The father exclaimed:--
”Go in, nevertheless.”
The door opened, and Marius saw the tall Jondrette come in with a candle in her hand. She was as she had been in the morning, only still more repulsive in this light.
She walked straight up to the bed. Marius endured an indescribable moment of anxiety; but near the bed there was a mirror nailed to the wall, and it was thither that she was directing her steps. She raised herself on tiptoe and looked at herself in it. In the neighboring room, the sound of iron articles being moved was audible.
She smoothed her hair with the palm of her hand, and smiled into the mirror, humming with her cracked and sepulchral voice:--
Nos amours ont dure toute une semaine,[28]
Mais que du bonheur les instants sont courts!