Part 1 (2/2)

”No, no, old dear, no chains for me! No gag, no muzzle for me! We are both independent, let us remain so! Free! Long live liberty!”

Brocq now got in a word: ”In the first place,” he said, ”you know quite well you would do a very stupid thing if you married me; I have not the usual dowry, far from it! Then I am not of your world. Can you see me in a drawing-room, playing my tricks with the colonel's wife, the general's wife, with the whole blessed lot of them? Zut! I am just what I am, just Bobinette.”...

Brocq now got in a word: ”In the first place,” he observed, ”as regards the dowry, you know very well, my pretty Bobinette, that I have already taken steps about it, on your behalf--now don't protest!

It gives me pleasure to make your future safe, as far as I can: a modest competence. On the other hand, I am not a society man, and if you wish it.”...

The captain drew nearer his mistress and brushed her lips with his moustache.

Bobinette drew back, got up from the divan, stood in front of her lover, erect, arms crossed, her look sullen: ”No, I tell you, I wish to be free, my own mistress.”...

Brocq grew impatient: ”But in spite of your ideas of independence, my poor darling, you are always in a state of servitude! Why, only to give one example, for the last two years you have been content to occupy an inferior position in the house of this Bavarian diplomat--or Austrian--I don't know what he is?”

”Naarboveck?” asked Bobinette, surprised. ”But don't imagine that I am the Baron de Naarboveck's servant: still, if it were otherwise, I can't play proud. I can't bring out the t.i.tle-deeds and pedigree of my ancestors for inspection!”

”It's not a question of that,” observed Brocq.

Bobinette had launched forth. She continued:

”But that is the question. You are always imagining that I have things given me to do which lower me. I have told you a hundred times how it was I went to the Naarboveck's. One day the poor man came to the hospital: he was almost beside himself. His daughter Wilhelmine, who is barely nineteen, had just been taken ill--it was typhoid fever--he was obliged to go away and leave her--not a soul in whose care he could leave the child with confidence. I was recommended to Naarboveck. I came, I nursed Wilhelmine. This went on for a month, then for two, then three--now we are the best friends in the world.

Wilhelmine is a girl whom I love with all my heart; the baron is an amiable man, all kindness and attention.... It is true that I am now a kind of companion, in an 'inferior' position, as you choose to put it in your absurdly vain and jealous way of looking at things; but, my dear man, there are ways and ways, and I a.s.sure you I am treated as one of the family. And, besides, you ought to consider that it was precisely at the Naarboveck receptions we met.”

With the utterance of these last words Bobinette glanced at Captain Brocq as if she would annihilate him: the remembrance of their first meeting seemed more odious to her than pleasing.

Brocq, whose eyes were obstinately lowered, saw nothing of this. He suggested: ”I am not the only one you have met at M. de Naarboveck's.

There is that handsome cuira.s.sier, Henri de Loubersac.”...

Bobinette crimsoned. She shrugged her shoulders. ”How stupid you are!

Lieutenant Henri does not give me a thought, if he comes to the house.”...

Brocq interrupted: ”Yes, I know he comes on account of the fair Wilhelmine.” His tone was conciliatory. Once more he drew Bobinette to him; but she seemed to object more and more strongly to the captain's caresses. Glancing at a clock on the mantelpiece she cried: ”Why, it is four o'clock! High time I should leave.”

Brocq, who had followed her glance, added, suddenly serious: ”My faith! I must call at the Ministry!”

Both rose. Bobinette took up her hat and went to the looking-gla.s.s.

Brocq exchanged his jacket for a black coat. He went into his study, separated from the other room by a heavy curtain.

”Bobinette!” he called.

That young person responded to his call, but with no show of haste.

She found the captain seated before his bureau rummaging in an immense drawer crammed full of papers.

”You know, my little Bobinette, that I have made you my sole legatee,”

cried the captain, with an adoring look at the pretty girl who suddenly appeared in the doorway. He continued his search among his papers: they were in great disorder.

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