Part 2 (1/2)
”'Then why does he come here?' demanded Maxime.
”'For a queer reason,' returned the fair Antonia. 'In the first place, although he is sixty-nine, he has a fancy; and because he is sixty-nine, he is as methodical as a clock face. Every day at five o'clock the old gentleman goes to dine with _her_ in the Rue de la Victoire. (I am sorry for her.) Then at six o'clock, he comes here, reads steadily at the papers for four hours, and goes back at ten o'clock. Daddy Croizeau says that he knows M. Denisart's motives, and approves his conduct; and in his place, he would do the same. So I know exactly what to expect. If ever I am Mme. Croizeau, I shall have four hours to myself between six and ten o'clock.'
”Maxime looked through the directory, and found the following rea.s.suring item:
”DENISART,* retired custom-house officer, Rue de la Victoire.
”His uneasiness vanished.
”Gradually the Sieur Denisart and the Sieur Croizeau began to exchange confidences. Nothing so binds two men together as a similarity of views in the matter of womankind. Daddy Croizeau went to dine with 'M.
Denisart's fair lady,' as he called her. And here I must make a somewhat important observation.
”The reading-room had been paid for half in cash, half in bills signed by the said Mlle. Chocardelle. The _quart d'heure de Rabelais_ arrived; the Count had no money. So the first bill of three thousand francs was met by the amiable coach-builder; that old scoundrel Denisart having recommended him to secure himself with a mortgage on the reading-room.
”'For my own part,' said Denisart, 'I have seen pretty doings from pretty women. So in all cases, even when I have lost my head, I am always on my guard with a woman. There is this creature, for instance; I am madly in love with her; but this is not her furniture; no, it belongs to me. The lease is taken out in my name.'
”You know Maxime! He thought the coach-builder uncommonly green.
Croizeau might pay all three bills, and get nothing for a long while; for Maxime felt more infatuated with Antonia than ever.”
”I can well believe it,” said La Palferine. ”She is the _bella Imperia_ of our day.”
”With her rough skin!” exclaimed Malaga; ”so rough, that she ruins herself in bran baths!”
”Croizeau spoke with a coach-builder's admiration of the sumptuous furniture provided by the amorous Denisart as a setting for his fair one, describing it all in detail with diabolical complacency for Antonia's benefit,” continued Desroches. ”The ebony chests inlaid with mother-of-pearl and gold wire, the Brussels carpets, a mediaeval bedstead worth three thousand francs, a Boule clock, candelabra in the four corners of the dining-room, silk curtains, on which Chinese patience had wrought pictures of birds, and hangings over the doors, worth more than the portress that opened them.
”'And that is what _you_ ought to have, my pretty lady.--And that is what I should like to offer you,' he would conclude. 'I am quite aware that you scarcely care a bit about me; but, at my age, we cannot expect too much. Judge how much I love you; I have lent you a thousand francs.
I must confess that, in all my born days, I have not lent anybody _that_ much----'
”He held out his penny as he spoke, with the important air of a man that gives a learned demonstration.
”That evening at the Varietes, Antonia spoke to the Count.
”'A reading-room is very dull, all the same,' said she; 'I feel that I have no sort of taste for that kind of life, and I see no future in it.
It is only fit for a widow that wishes to keep body and soul together, or for some hideously ugly thing that fancies she can catch a husband with a little finery.'
”'It was your own choice,' returned the Count. Just at that moment, in came Nucingen, of whom Maxime, king of lions (the 'yellow kid gloves'
were the lions of that day) had won three thousand francs the evening before. Nucingen had come to pay his gaming debt.
”'Ein writ of attachment haf shoost peen served on me by der order of dot teufel Glabaron,' he said, seeing Maxime's astonishment.
”'Oh, so that is how they are going to work, is it?' cried Maxime. 'They are not up to much, that pair--'
”'It makes not,' said the banker, 'bay dem, for dey may apply demselfs to oders pesides, und do you harm. I dake dees bretty voman to vitness dot I haf baid you dees morning, long pefore dat writ vas serfed.'”
”Queen of the boards,” smiled La Palferine, looking at Malaga, ”thou art about to lose thy bet.”
”Once, a long time ago, in a similar case,” resumed Desroches, ”a too honest debtor took fright at the idea of a solemn declaration in a court of law, and declined to pay Maxime after notice was given. That time we made it hot for the creditor by piling on writs of attachment, so as to absorb the whole amount in costs--”
”Oh, what is that?” cried Malaga; ”it all sounds like gibberish to me.
As you thought the sturgeon so excellent at dinner, let me take out the value of the sauce in lessons in chicanery.”