Volume I Part 61 (1/2)
”This time I am on the right track,” thought Chamoureau. And he walked resolutely toward the coachman, and made the signal agreed upon.
The coachman replied by a slight nod and lost no time in opening the carriage door. Our lover instantly jumped in, head first, and the door closed behind him.
It was in fact Thelenie, awaiting Edmond at the place she had designated; but as he had long since ceased to come to the rendezvous she appointed, now, having heard the clock strike nine without bringing her unfaithful lover, she had given up all hope of seeing him, when the door opened and a man rushed in like a bomb.
Thelenie did not doubt for an instant that it was Edmond, for her coachman had received his orders; he was to open the door only at the preconcerted signal. The darkness inside the carriage made it impossible for her to distinguish the man's features. She threw herself into Chamoureau's arms and kissed him tenderly, exclaiming:
”Here you are at last! You have come! You have listened to my voice! You are restored to me! Ah! this time it is forever, isn't it? you won't leave me any more?”
And Chamoureau, transported by the kisses that were lavished upon him, had the ill luck to answer:
”Why, fascinating creature, I have never intended to leave you, I have always offered you the most tender love, the most pa.s.sionate, the most----”
He had not time to finish his sentence; a cry of rage issued from Thelenie, she roughly pushed him away, and in an instant had raised the curtains and opened the door.
”It isn't Edmond!” she shrieked; ”oh! the villain!--Who are you, monsieur? who are you? who gave you permission to enter my carriage?”
Our widower, who had no idea of the meaning of that sudden change in the lady's mood, faltered:
”I am--but you know perfectly well--Chamoureau--whom you expected--at least, that is what Freluchon told me.--I am that adorer----”
But Thelenie had already had time to identify the business agent, and she pointed to the open door, saying in a voice that trembled with wrath:
”Get out, monsieur, get out at once, and say to those who sent you here that this jest will cost them dear. As for you, never let me see your face again.”
”But, madame, I don't understand; I swear to you that I really believed----”
”Go!--or I will call my coachman!”
Thelenie's eyes flashed fire and their expression at that moment was so menacing that Chamoureau backed out of the carriage in deadly terror. He was no sooner on the ground than the coachman drove away.
”My hat! my hat! I have left my hat in your carriage!” cried Chamoureau, running after the coupe.
A window was lowered and the hat thrown out into the avenue. At that moment a caleche pa.s.sed at a rapid pace; our widower was obliged to jump aside in a hurry, and one wheel of the caleche pa.s.sed over the ill-fated hat. Chamoureau stooped and picked up the shapeless ma.s.s, swearing in very emphatic fas.h.i.+on. Then he returned to the sidewalk, trying to restore some shape to his hat, and not noticing two young men, arm-in-arm, a few steps away, who were nearly convulsed with laughter.
XXII
AN INHERITANCE
That same evening, after he had been home to get another hat, because the first one was entirely ruined, Chamoureau bent his steps toward Freluchon's. He was beside himself with rage and could hardly speak.
”I am going to Fre--Fre--Freluchon's,” he stuttered to the concierge.
But Freluchon was not at home; he had gone with Edmond to the Champs-Elysees, at the time appointed by Thelenie, and there the two young men, concealed in the shadow, had witnessed part of the adventure, and had divined the rest when they saw Chamoureau tumbling out of the coupe very soon after he had entered. They laughed like maniacs when they saw the unlucky agent running after his hat. Then they returned to the centre of Paris.
”You say Freluchon isn't in?” stammered Chamoureau, when the concierge stopped him on his way upstairs. ”Well, then I will come again to-morrow morning; tell him to wait for me! tell him that I forbid him to go out until he has seen me! and that he hasn't heard the last of this! You understand: he hasn't heard the last of this!”
The concierge heard doubtless; but he did not seem at all impressed by the way in which Chamoureau emphasized his words, and the latter went away, muttering:
”I have been victimized by Freluchon's jests too long; this thing has got to come to an end!”