Part 32 (1/2)

Crevel only longed to vanish into the cellar, through a trap, as is done on the stage.

”Get up, Crevel,” said Marneffe, laughing, ”you are ridiculous. I can see by Valerie's manner that my honor is in no danger.”

”Go to bed and sleep in peace,” said Madame Marneffe.

”Isn't she clever?” thought Crevel. ”She has saved me. She is adorable!”

As Marneffe disappeared, the Mayor took Valerie's hands and kissed them, leaving on them the traces of tears.

”It shall all stand in your name,” he said.

”That is true love,” she whispered in his ear. ”Well, love for love.

Hulot is below, in the street. The poor old thing is waiting to return when I place a candle in one of the windows of my bedroom. I give you leave to tell him that you are the man I love; he will refuse to believe you; take him to the Rue du Dauphin, give him every proof, crush him; I allow it--I order it! I am tired of that old seal; he bores me to death.

Keep your man all night in the Rue du Dauphin, grill him over a slow fire, be revenged for the loss of Josepha. Hulot may die of it perhaps, but we shall save his wife and children from utter ruin. Madame Hulot is working for her bread--”

”Oh! poor woman! On my word, it is quite shocking!” exclaimed Crevel, his natural feeling coming to the top.

”If you love me, Celestin,” said she in Crevel's ear, which she touched with her lips, ”keep him there, or I am done for. Marneffe is suspicious. Hector has a key of the outer gate, and will certainly come back.”

Crevel clasped Madame Marneffe to his heart, and went away in the seventh heaven of delight. Valerie fondly escorted him to the landing, and then followed him, like a woman magnetized, down the stairs to the very bottom.

”My Valerie, go back, do not compromise yourself before the porters.--Go back; my life, my treasure, all is yours.--Go in, my d.u.c.h.ess!”

”Madame Olivier,” Valerie called gently when the gate was closed.

”Why, madame! You here?” said the woman in bewilderment.

”Bolt the gates at top and bottom, and let no one in.”

”Very good, madame.”

Having barred the gate, Madame Olivier told of the bribe that the War Office chief had tried to offer her.

”You behaved like an angel, my dear Olivier; we shall talk of that to-morrow.”

Valerie flew like an arrow to the third floor, tapped three times at Lisbeth's door, and then went down to her room, where she gave instructions to Mademoiselle Reine, for a woman must make the most of the opportunity when a Montes arrives from Brazil.

”By Heaven! only a woman of the world is capable of such love,” said Crevel to himself. ”How she came down those stairs, lighting them up with her eyes, following me! Never did Josepha--Josepha! she is cag-mag!” cried the ex-bagman. ”What have I said? _Cag-mag_--why, I might have let the word slip out at the Tuileries! I can never do any good unless Valerie educates me--and I was so bent on being a gentleman.--What a woman she is! She upsets me like a fit of the colic when she looks at me coldly. What grace! What wit! Never did Josepha move me so. And what perfection when you come to know her!--Ha, there is my man!”

He perceived in the gloom of the Rue de Babylone the tall, somewhat stooping figure of Hulot, stealing along close to a boarding, and he went straight up to him.

”Good-morning, Baron, for it is past midnight, my dear fellow. What the devil are your doing here? You are airing yourself under a pleasant drizzle. That is not wholesome at our time of life. Will you let me give you a little piece of advice? Let each of us go home; for, between you and me, you will not see the candle in the window.”

The last words made the Baron suddenly aware that he was sixty-three, and that his cloak was wet.

”Who on earth told you--?” he began.

”Valerie, of course, _our_ Valerie, who means henceforth to be _my_ Valerie. We are even now, Baron; we will play off the tie when you please. You have nothing to complain of; you know, I always stipulated for the right of taking my revenge; it took you three months to rob me of Josepha; I took Valerie from you in--We will say no more about that.