Part 13 (1/2)
”Here,” said Monetti to his nephew, ”this letter has been running after you for a month.”
”Uncle! Uncle!” cried Rodolphe, ”I am rich at last! This letter informs me that I have gained a prize of three hundred francs, given by an academy of floral games. Quick! my coat and my things! Let me go to gather my laurels. They await me at the Capitol!”
”And my chapter on ventilators?” said Monetti, coldly.
”I like that! Give me my things, I tell you; I can't go out so!”
”You shall go out when my 'Manual' is finished,” quoth the uncle, shutting up his nephew under lock and key.
Rodolphe, when left alone, did not hesitate on the course to take. He transformed his quilt into a knotted rope, which he fastened firmly to his own balcony, and in spite of the risk, descended by this extempore ladder upon Mademoiselle Sidonia's.
”Who is there?” she cried, on hearing Rodolphe knock at her window.
”Hus.h.!.+” he replied, ”open!”
”What do you want? Who are you?”
”Can you ask? I am the author of 'The Avenger,' come to look for my heart, which I dropped through the trap into your room.”
”Rash youth!” said the actress, ”you might have killed yourself!”
”Listen, Sidonia,” continued Rodolphe, showing her the letter he just received. ”You see, wealth and glory smile on me, let love do the same!”
The following morning, by means of a masculine disguise, which Sidonia procured for him, Rodolphe was enabled to escape from his uncle's lodging. He ran to the secretary of the academy of floral games, to receive a crown of gold sweetbrier, worth three hundred francs, which lived
”--as live roses the fairest-- The s.p.a.ce of a day.”
A month after, Monsieur Monetti was invited by his nephew to a.s.sist at the first representation of ”The Avenger.” Thanks to the talent of Mademoiselle Sidonia, the piece had a run of seventeen nights, and brought in forty francs to its author.
Some time later--it was in the warm season--Rodolphe lodged in the Avenue St. Cloud, third tree as you go out of the Bois de Boulogne, on the fifth branch.
CHAPTER V
THE CARLOVINGIAN COIN
Towards the end of December the messengers of Bidault's agency were entrusted with the distribution of about a hundred copies of a letter of invitation, of which we certify that the following to be a true and genuine copy:--
_M.M. Rodolphe and Marcel request the honor of your company on Sat.u.r.day next, Christmas Eve. Fun!_
_P.S. Life is short!_
_PROGRAM OF THE ENTERTAINMENT_
_PART I_
_7 o'clock--Opening of the saloons. Brisk and witty conversation._