Volume II Part 93 (1/2)
”Yes, since some time,” said Fleur-de-Marie, casting down her eyes.
”And you come, like me, to see some one in prison?”
”Yes--I came--I came to see some one,” answered Fleur-de-Marie, stammering and blus.h.i.+ng with shame.
”And you are returning home, far from Paris, without doubt. Dear little Goualeuse, always good, I recognize you there. Do you remember the poor woman to whom you gave your mattress, linen, and the small amount of money you had, which we were about to spend in the country?
for then you were crazy after the country, you little village girl!”
”And you did not like it much, Rigolette. How kind you were, for it was on my account you went.”
”And for mine also; for you, who were always a little serious, became so contented, gay, and lively, once in the midst of the fields or woods; if it were only to see you there, it was pleasure to me. But let me look at you again! How this little round cap becomes you! how pretty you look. Decidedly, it was your vocation to wear a peasant's cap, as it was mine to wear the grisette's. Now you are according to your wishes, you must be happy, it does not surprise me. When I did not see you any more, I said to myself, 'Good little Goualeuse is not made for Paris; she is a real flower of the forest, as the song says, and these flowers cannot live in the capital; the air is not good enough for them. La Goualeuse has got a place with some good people in the country.' This is what you have done, is it not?”
”Yes,” said Fleur-de-Marie, blus.h.i.+ng.
”Only I have a reproach to make you.”
”To me?”
”You should have advised me; one does not leave in this way, at least, without sending some word.”
”I--I left Paris so quick,” said Fleur-de-Marie, more and more confused, ”that I could not.”
”Oh! I did not wish it; I am too happy to see you again. In truth, you did right to leave Paris, it is so difficult to live here quietly, without reckoning that a poor girl, isolated as we are, might turn to evil without wis.h.i.+ng it. When one has n.o.body to advise with, one has so few means of defense; the men make such fine promises; and then, sometimes poverty is so hard. Do you remember little Julie, who was so pretty? and Rosine, the blonde with black eyes?”
”Yes, I recollect them.”
”Well! my poor Goualeuse, they have both been deceived, then abandoned, and, finally, from misfortune, to misfortune, they have fallen to be such wretched women as are shut up here.”
”Oh!” cried Fleur-de-Marie, who held down her head and became purple with shame.
Rigolette, deceived in the sense of the exclamation of her friend, resumed: ”Don't be as sad as me, don't cry.”
”You have sorrows?”
”I? Oh, you know me, a regular Roger Bontemps. I am not changed, but, unfortunately, everybody is not like me; and as others have their troubles, that causes me to have some.”
”Always kind!”
”Now just imagine, I came here for a poor girl--a neighbor--a very lamb, who is accused wrongfully, and much to be pitied; she is Louise Morel, daughter of an honest workman who has become crazy from his misfortunes.” At the name of Louise Morel, one of the victims of the notary, Mrs. Seraphin shuddered and looked at Rigolette attentively.
The face of the grisette was absolutely unknown to her; nevertheless, from that moment she paid great attention to the conversation.
”Poor thing,” replied the songstress, ”how happy she must be at your not forgetting her in her trouble.”
”This is not all--it is a fatality, just as you met me, I came a great distance--and from another prison--a prison for men.”
”You?”
”Oh! yes, I have there another very sad friend. You see my basket”
(and she showed it) ”is divided in two; each one has a side; to-day I bring Louise a little linen, and just now I carried something to poor Germain; my prisoner is called Germain. I cannot think of what has just pa.s.sed between us without having a desire to weep; it is foolish--I know it is of no use, but indeed, it is my nature.”