He kept watching for her, for he could not help it; but as much aspossible he avoided her.
"I shall be miserable1," he thought, "the day when she does not comehome; and yet it would be the very best thing that could happenfor me."Nevertheless, he spent all his time trying to find some explanationsfor the conduct of this strange girl, who, beneath her woolen2 dress,had the haughty3 manners of a great lady. Then he delighted toimagine between her and himself some of those subjects of confidence,some of those facilities which chance never fails to supply toattentive passion, or some event which would enable him to emergefrom his obscurity, and to acquire some rights by virtue5 of somegreat service rendered.
But never had he dared to hope for an occasion as propitious7 as theone he had just seized. And yet, after he had returned to his room,he hardly dared to congratulate himself upon the promptitude of hisdecision. He knew too well Mlle. Lucienne's excessive pride andsensitive nature.
"I should not be surprised if she were angry with me for what I'vedone," he thought.
The evening being quite chilly8, he had lighted a few sticks; and,sitting by the fireside, he was waiting, his mind filled with vaguehopes. It seemed to him that his neighbor could not absolve9 herselffrom coming to thank him; and he was listening intently to all thenoises of the house, starting at the sound of footsteps on thestairs, and at the slamming of doors. Ten times, at least, he wentout on tiptoe to lean out of the window on the landing, to make surethat there was no light in Mlle. Lucienne's room. At eleven o'clockshe had not yet come home; and he was deliberating whether he wouldnot start out in quest of information, when there was a knock at thedoor.
"Come in! "he cried, in a voice choked with emotion. Mlle. Luciennecame in. She was somewhat paler than usual, but calm and perfectlyself-possessed11. Having bowed without the slightest shade ofembarrassment, she laid upon the mantel-piece the thirtyfive-franc-notes which Maxence had thrown down to the Fortins; and,in her most natural tone,"Here are your hundred and fifty francs, sir," she uttered. "I ammore grateful than I can express for your prompt kindness in lendingthem to me; but I did not need them."Maxence had risen from his seat, and was making every effort tocontrol his own feelings.
"Still," he began, "after what I heard""Yes," she interrupted, "Mme. Fortin and her husband were trying tofrighten me. But they were losing their time. When, after theCommune, I settled with them the manner in which I would dischargemy debt towards them, having a just estimate of their worth, Imade them write out and sign our agreement. Being in the right, Icould resist them, and was resisting them when you threw them thosehundred and fifty francs. Having laid hands upon them, they had thepretension to keep them. That's what I could not suffer. Not beingable to recover them by main force, I went at once to the commissaryof police. He was luckily at his office. He is an honest man, whoalready, once before, helped me out of a scrape. He listened to mekindly, and was moved by my explanations. Notwithstanding thelateness of the hour, he put on his overcoat, and came with me tosee our landlord. After compelling them to return me your money, hesignified to them to observe strictly14 our agreement, under penaltyof incurring15 his utmost severity."Maxence was wonderstruck.
"How could you dare?" he said.
"Wasn't I in the right?
"Oh, a thousand times yes! Still""What? Should my right be less respected because I am but a woman?
And, because I have no one to protect me, am I outside the law, andcondemned in advance to suffer the iniquitous16 fancies of everyscoundrel? No, thank Heaven! Henceforth I shall feel easy. Peoplelike the Fortins, who live of I know not what shameful17 traffic, havetoo much to fear from the police to dare to molest18 me further."The resentment19 of the insult could be read in her great black eyes;and a bitter disgust contracted her lips.
"Besides," she added, "the commissary had no need of my explanationsto understand what abject20 inspirations the Fortins were following.
The wretches22 had in their pocket the wages of their infamy24. Inrefusing me my key, in throwing me out in the street at ten o'clockat night, they hoped to drive me to seek the assistance of the basecoward who paid their odious25 treason. And we know the price whichmen demand for the slightest service they render to a woman."Maxence turned pale. The idea flashed upon his mind that it was tohim, perhaps, that these last words were addressed.
"Ah, I swear it! "he exclaimed, "it is without after-thought thatI tried to help you. You do not owe me any thanks even.""I do not thank you any the less, though," she said gently, "andfrom the bottom of my heart""It was so little!
"Intention alone makes the value of a service, neighbor. And,besides, do not say that a hundred and fifty francs are nothing toyou: perhaps you do not earn much more each month.""I confess it," he said, blushing a little.
"You see, then? No, it was not to you that my words were addressed,but to the man who has paid the Fortins. He was waiting on theBoulevard, the result of the manoeuvre26, which, they thought, wasabout to place me at his mercy. He ran quickly to me when I wentout, and followed me all the way to the office of the commissaryof police, as he follows me everywhere for the past month, with hissickening gallantries and his degrading propositions."The eye flashing with anger,"Ab, if I had known! " exclaimed Maxence. "If you had told me buta word!"She smiled at his vehemence27.
"What would you have done? " she said. "You cannot impartintelligence to a fool, heart to a coward, or delicacy28 of feelingto a boor29.""I could have chastised30 the miserable insulter."She had a superb gesture of indifference31.
"Bash!" she interrupted. "What are insults to me? I am soaccustomed to them, that they no longer have any effect upon me.
I am eighteen: I have neither family, relatives, friends, nor anyone in the world who even knows my existence; and I live by mylabor. Can't you see what must be the humiliations of each day?
Since I was eight years old, I have been earning the bread I eat,the dress I wear, and the rent of the den4 where I sleep. Can youunderstand what I have endured, to what ignominies I have beenexposed, what traps have been set for me, and how it has happenedto me sometimes to owe my safety to mere34 physical force? And yetI do not complain, since through it all I have been able to retainthe respect of myself, and to remain virtuous35 in spite of all."She was laughing a laugh that had something wild in it.
And, as Maxence was looking at her with immense surprise,"That seems strange to you, doesn't it?" she resumed. "A girl ofeighteen, without a sou, free as air, very pretty, and yet virtuousin the midst of Paris. Probably you don't believe it, or, if youdo, you just think, 'What on earth does she make by it?'
"And really you are right; for, after all, who cares, and who thinksany the more of me, if I work sixteen hours a day to remain virtuous?
But it's a fancy of my own; and don't imagine for a moment that I amdeterred by any scruples36, or by timidity, or ignorance. No, no!
I believe in nothing. I fear nothing; and I know as much as theoldest libertines37, the most vicious, and the most depraved. And Idon't say that I have not been tempted39 sometimes, when, coming homefrom work, I'd see some of them coming out of the restaurants,splendidly dressed, on their lover's arm, and getting into carriagesto go to the theatre. There were moments when I was cold and hungry,and when, not knowing where to sleep, I wandered all night throughthe streets like a lost dog. There were hours when I felt sick ofall this misery40, and when I said to myself, that, since it was myfate to end in the hospital, I might as well make the trip gayly.
But what! I should have had to traffic my person, to sell myself!"She shuddered41, and in a hoarse42 voice,"I would rather die," she said.
It was difficult to reconcile words such as these with certaincircumstances of Mlle. Lucienne's existence, - her rides around thelake, for instance, in that carriage that came for her two or threetimes a week; her ever renewed costumes, each time more eccentricand more showy. But Maxence was not thinking of that. What shetold him he accepted as absolutely true and indisputable. And hefelt penetrated43 with an almost religious admiration44 for this youngand beautiful girl, possessed of so much vivid energy, who alone,through the hazards, the perils45, and the temptations of Paris, hadsucceeded in protecting and defending herself.
"And yet," he said, "without suspecting it, you had a friend nearyou."She shuddered; and a pale smile flitted upon her lips. She knewwell enough what friendship means between a youth of twenty-fiveand a girl of eighteen.
"A friend!" she murmured.
Maxence guessed her thought; and, in all the sincerity46 of his soul,"Yes, a friend," he repeated, "a comrade, a brother." And thinkingto touch her, and gain her confidence,"I could understand you," he added; "for I, too, have been veryunhappy."But he was singularly mistaken. She looked at him with an astonishedair, and slowly,"You unhappy!" she uttered, - "you who have a family, relations, amother who adores you, a sister." Less excited, Maxence might havewondered how she had found this out, and would have concluded thatshe must feel some interest in him, since she had doubtless takenthe trouble of getting information.
"Besides, you are a man," she went on; "and I do not understand howa man can complain. Have you not the freedom, the strength, and theright to undertake and to dare any thing? Isn't the world open toyour activity and to your ambition? Woman submits to her fate: manmakes his."This was hurting the dearest pretensions47 of Maxence, who seriouslythought that he had exhausted48 the rigors49 of adversity.
" There are circumstances," he began.
But she shrugged50 her shoulders gently, and, interrupting him,"Do not insist," she said, "or else I might think that you lackenergy. What are you talking of circumstances? There are noneso adverse51 but that can be overcome. What would you like, then?
To be born with a hundred thousand francs a year, and have nothingto do but to live according to your whim52 of each day, idle, satiated,a burden upon yourself, useless, or offensive to others? Ah! If Iwere a man, I would dream of another fate. I should like to startfrom the Foundling Asylum53, without a name, and by my will, myintelligence, my daring, and my labor32, make something and somebodyof myself. I would start from nothing, and become every thing!"With flashing eyes and quivering nostrils54, she drew herself upproudly. But almost at once, dropping her head,"The misfortune is," she added, "that I am but a woman; and you whocomplain, if you only knew "She sat down, and with her elbow on the little table, her headresting upon her hand, she remained lost in her meditations55, hereyes fixed56, as if following through space all the phases of theeighteen years of her life.
There is no energy but unbends at some given moment, no will buthas its hour of weakness; and, strong and energetic as was Mlle.
Lucienne, she had been deeply touched by Maxence's act. Had she,then, found at last upon her path the companion of whom she hadoften dreamed in the despairing hours of solitude57 and wretchedness?
After a few moments, she raised her head, and, looking intoMaxence's eyes with a gaze that made him quiver like the shock ofan electric battery,"Doubtless," she said, in a tone of indifference somewhat forced,"you think you have in me a strange neighbor. Well, as betweenneighbors; it is well to know each other. Before you judge me,listen."The recommendation was useless. Maxence was listening with allthe powers of his attention.
"I was brought up," she began, "in a village of the neighborhood ofParis, - in Louveciennes. My mother had put me out to nurse withsome honest gardeners, poor, and burdened with a large family.
After two months, hearing nothing of my mother, they wrote toher: she made no answer. They then went to Paris, and called atthe address she had given them. She had just moved out; and no oneknew what had become of her. They could no longer, therefore,expect a single sou for the cares they would bestow58 upon me. Theykept me, nevertheless, thinking that one child the more would notmake much difference. I know nothing of my parents, therefore,except what I heard through these kind gardeners; and, as I wasstill quite young when I had the misfortune to lose them, I havebut a very vague remembrance of what they told me. I remember verywell, however, that according to their statements, my mother was ayoung working-woman of rare beauty, and that, very likely, she wasnot my father's wife. If I was ever told the name of my mother ormy father, if I ever knew it, I have quite forgotten it. I hadmyself no name. My adopted parents called me the Parisian. I washappy, nevertheless, with these kind people, and treated exactlylike their own children. In winter, they sent me to school; insummer, I helped weeding the garden. I drove a sheep or two alongthe road, or else I went to gather violets and strawberriesthrough the woods.
"This was the happiest, indeed, the only happy time of my life,towards which my thoughts may turn when I feel despair anddiscouragement getting the better of me. Alas59! I was but eight,when, within the same week, the gardener and his wife were bothcarried off by the same disease, - inflammation of the lungs.
"On a freezing December morning, in that house upon which the handof death had just fallen, we found ourselves, six children, theoldest of whom was not eleven, crying with grief, fright, cold,and hunger.
"Neither the gardener nor his wife had any relatives; and theyleft nothing but a few wretched pieces of furniture, the sale ofwhich barely sufficed to pay the expenses of their funeral. Thetwo younger children were taken to an asylum: the others were takencharge of by the neighbors.
"It was a laundress of Marly who took me. I was quite tall andstrong for my age. She made an apprentice60 of me. She was notunkind by nature; but she was violent and brutal61 in the extreme.
She compelled me to do an excessive amount of work, and often of akind above my strength.
"Fifty times a day, I had to go from the river to the house,carrying on my shoulders enormous bundles of wet napkins or sheets,wring them, spread them out, and then run to Rueil to get the soiledclothes from the customers. I did not complain (I was already tooproud to complain); but, if I was ordered to do something that seemedto me too unjust, I refused obstinately62 to obey, and then I wasunmercifully beaten. In spite of all, I might, perhaps, have becomeattached to the woman, had she not had the disgusting habit ofdrinking. Every week regularly, on the day when she took the clothesto Paris (it was on Wednesdays), she came home drunk. And then,according as, with the fumes65 of the wine, anger or gayety rose toher brain, there were atrocious scenes or obscene jests.
"When she was in that condition, she inspired me with horror. Andone Wednesday, as I showed my feelings too plainly, she struck meso hard, that she broke my arm. I had been with, her for twentymonths. The injury she had done me sobered her at once. Shebecame frightened, overpowered me with caresses66, begging me to saynothing to any one. I promised, and kept faithfully my word.
But a physician had to be called in. There had been witnesses whospoke. The story spread along the river, as far as Bougival andRueil. And one morning an officer of gendarmes67 called at the house;and I don't exactly know what would have happened, if I had notobstinately maintained that I had broken my arm in falling downstairs."What surprised Maxence most was Mlle. Lucienne's simple and naturaltone. No emphasis, scarcely an appearance of emotion. One mighthave thought it was somebody's else life that she was narrating68.
Meantime she was going on,"Thanks to my obstinate63 denials the woman was not disturbed. Butthe truth was known; and her reputation, which was not good before,became altogether bad. I became an object of interest. The verysame people who had seen me twenty times staggering painfully undera load of wet clothes, which was terrible, began to pity meprodigiously because I had had an arm broken, which was nothing.
"At last a number of our customers arranged to take me out of ahouse, in which, they said, I must end by perishing under badtreatment.
"And, after many fruitless efforts, they discovered, at last, atLa Jonchere, an old Jewess lady, very rich, and a widow withoutchildren, who consented to take charge of me.
"I hesitated at first to accept these offers; but noticing that thelaundress, since she had hurt me, had conceived a still greateraversion for me, I made up my mind to leave her.
"It was on the day when I was introduced to my new mistress that Ifirst discovered I had no name. After examining me at length,turning me around and around, making me walk, and sit down, 'Now,'
she inquired, 'what is your name?'
"I stared at her in surprise; for indeed I was then like a savage,not having the slightest notions of the things of life.
"'My name is the Parisian,' I replied.
"She burst out laughing, as also another old lady, a friend of hers,who assisted at my presentation; and I remember that my little pridewas quite offended at their hilarity69. I thought they were laughingat me.
"'That's not a name,' they said at last. 'That's a nickname.'
"'I have no other.'
"They seemed dumfounded, repeating over and over that such a thingwas unheard of; and on the spot they began to look for a name for me.
"Where were you born!" inquired my new mistress.
"'At Louveciennes.'
Very well,' said the other: 'let us call her Louvecienne.'
"A long discussion followed, which irritated me so much that I feltlike running away; and it was agreed at last, that I should becalled, not Louvecienne, but Lucienne; and Lucienne I have remained.
"There was nothing said about baptism, since my new mistress was aJewess.
"She was an excellent woman, although the grief she had felt at theloss of her husband had somewhat deranged70 her faculties71.
"As soon as it was decided72 that I was to remain, she desired toinspect my trousseau. I had none to show her, possessing nothingin the world but the rags on my back. As long as I had remainedwith the laundress, I had finished wearing out her old dresses; andI had never worn any other under-clothing save that which I borrowed,'by authority,' from the clients, - an economical system adopted bymany laundresses.
"Dismayed at my state of destitution73, my new mistress sent for aseamstress, and at once ordered wherewith to dress and change me.
"Since the death of the poor gardeners, this was the first time thatany one paid any attention to me, except to exact some service of me.
I was moved to tears; and, in the excess of my gratitude74, I wouldgladly have died for that kind old lady.
"This feeling gave me the courage and the constancy required to bearwith her whimsical nature. She had singular manias75, disconcertingfancies, ridiculous and often exorbitant76 exactions. I lent myselfto it all as best I could.
"As she already had two servants, a cook and a chambermaid, I hadmyself no special duties in the house. I accompanied her when shewent out riding. I helped to wait on her at table, and to dress her.
I picked up her handkerchief when she dropped it; and, above all, Ilooked for her snuff-box, which she was continually mislaying.
"She was pleased with my docility77, took much interest in me, and,that I might read to her, she made me learn to read, for I hardlyknew my letters. And the old man whom she gave me for a teacher,finding me intelligent, taught me all he knew, I imagine, of French,of geography, and of history.
"The chambermaid, on the other hand, had been commissioned to teachme to sew, to embroider78, and to execute all sorts of fancy-work;and she took the more interest in her lessons, that little by littleshe shifted upon me the most tedious part of her work.
"I would have been happy in that pretty house at La Jonchere, if Ihad only had some society better suited to my age than the old womenwith whom I was compelled to live, and who scolded me for a loudword or a somewhat abrupt79 gesture. What would I not have given tohave been allowed to play with the young girls whom I saw on Sundayspassing in crowds along the road!
"As time went on, my old mistress became more and more attached tome, and endeavored in every way to give me proofs of her affection.
I sat at table with her, instead of waiting on her, as at first.
She had given me clothes, so that she could take me and introduceme anywhere.
"She went about repeating everywhere that she was as fond of me asof a daughter; that she intended to set me up in life; and thatcertainly she would leave a part of her fortune to me.
"Alas! She said it too loud, for my misfortune, - so loud, thatthe news reached at last the ears of some nephews of hers in Paris,who came once in a while to La Jonchere.
"They had never paid much attention to me up to this time. Thosespeeches opened their eyes: they noticed what progress I had madein the heart of their relative; and their cupidity80 became alarmed.
"Trembling lest they should lose an inheritance which theyconsidered as theirs, they united against me, determined81 to put astop to their aunt's generous intentions by having me sent off.
"But it was in vain, that, for nearly a year, their hatred82 exhausteditself in skillful manceuvres.
"The instinct of preservation83 stimulating84 my perspicacity85 I hadpenetrated their intentions, and I was struggling with all my might.
Every day, to make myself more indispensable, I invented some novelattention.
"They only came once a week to La Jonchere: I was there all the time.
I had the advantage. I struggled successfully, and was probablyapproaching the end of my troubles, when my poor old mistress wastaken sick. After forty-eight hours, she was very low. She wasfully conscious, but for that very reason she could appreciate thedanger; and the fear of death made her crazy.
"Her nieces had come to sit by her bedside; and I was expresslyforbidden to enter the room. They had understood that this was anexcellent opportunity to get rid of me forever.
"Evidently gained in advance, the physicians declared to my poorbenefactress that the air of La Jonchere was fatal to her, andthat her only chance of recovery was to establish herself in Paris.
One of her nephews offered to have her taken to his house in alitter. She would soon get well, they said; and she could then goto finish her convalescence86 in some southern city.
"Her first word was for me. She did not wish to be separated fromme, she protested, and insisted absolutely upon taking me with her.
Her nephews represented gravely to her that this was animpossibility; that she must not think of burdening herself withme; that the simplest thing was to leave me at La Jonchere; andthat, moreover, they would see that I should get a good situation.
"The sick woman struggled for a long time, and with an energy ofwhich I would not have thought her capable.
"But the others were pressing. The physicians kept repeating thatthey could not answer for any thing, if she did not follow theiradvice. She was afraid of death. She yielded, weeping.
"The very next morning, a sort of litter, carried by eight men,stopped in front of the door. My poor mistress was laid into it;and they carried her off, without even permitting me to kiss herfor the last time.
"Two hours later, the cook and the chambermaid were dismissed. Asto myself, the nephew who had promised to look after me put atwenty-franc-piece in my hand saying, 'Here are your eight days inadvance. Pack up your things immediately, and clear out!
It was impossible that Mlle. Lucienne should not be deeply movedwhilst thus stirring the ashes of her past. She showed no evidenceof it, however, except, now and then, a slight alteration87 in hervoice.
As to Maxence, he would vainly have tried to conceal88 the passionateinterest with which he was listening to these unexpected confidences.
"Have you, then, never seen your benefactress again?" he asked.
"Never," replied Mlle. Lucienne. "All my efforts to reach her haveproved fruitless. She does not live in Paris now. I have writtento her: my letters have remained without answer. Did she ever getthem? I think not. Something tells me that she has not forgottenme."She remained silent for a few moments, as if collecting herselfbefore resuming the thread of her narrative89. And then,"It was thus brutally," she resumed, "that I was sent off. Itwould have been useless to beg, I knew; and, moreover, I have neverknown how to beg. I piled up hurriedly in two trunks and in somebandboxes all I had in the world, - all I had received from thegenerosity of my poor mistress; and, before the stated hour, I wasready. The cook and the chambermaid had already gone. The man whowas treating me so cruelly was waiting for me. He helped me carryout my boxes and trunks, after which he locked the door, put thekey in his pocket; and, as the American omnibus was passing, hebeckoned to it to stop. And then, before entering it,Good luck, my pretty girl !' he said with a laugh.
"This was in the month of January, 1866. I was just thirteen. Ihave had since more terrible trials, and I have found myself in muchmore desperate situations: but I do not remember ever feeling suchintense discouragement as I did that day, when I found myself aloneupon that road, not knowing which way to go. I sat down on one ofmy trunks. The weather was cold and gloomy: there were few personson the road. They looked at me, doubtless wondering what I was doingthere. I wept. I had a vague feeling that the well-meant kindnessof my poor benefactress, in bestowing91 upon me the blessings92 ofeducation, would in reality prove a serious impediment in thelife-struggle which I was about to begin again. I thought of whatI suffered with the laundress; and, at the idea of the tortureswhich the future still held in store for me, I desired death. TheSeine was near: why not put an end at once to the miserableexistence which I foresaw?
"Such were my reflections, when a woman from Rueil, avegetable-vender, whom I knew by sight, happened to pass, pushingher hand-cart before her over the muddy pavement. She stopped whenshe saw me; and, in the softest voice she could command.
"'What are you doing there, my darling?' she asked.
"In a few words I explained to her my situation. She seemed moresurprised than moved.
"'Such is life,' she remarked, -' sometimes up, sometimes down.'
"And, stepping up nearer,"'What do you expect to do now?' she interrogated93 in a tone of voiceso different from that in which she had spoken at first, that I feltmore keenly the horror of my altered situation.
"'I have no idea,' I replied.
"After thinking for a moment,"'You can't stay there,' she resumed: 'the gendarmes would arrestyou. Come with me. We will talk things over at the house; andI'll give you my advice.'
"I was so completely crushed, that I had neither strength nor will.
Besides, what was the use of thinking? Had I any choice ofresolutions? Finally, the woman's offer seemed to me a last favorof destiny.
"'I shall do as you say, madame,' I replied:
"She proceeded at once to load up my little baggage on her cart.
We started; and soon we arrived 'home.'
"What she called thus was a sort of cellar, at least twelve incheslower than the street, receiving its only light through the glassdoor, in which several broken panes94 had been replaced by sheets ofpaper. It was revoltingly filthy95, and filled with a sickening odor.
On all sides were heaps of vegetables, - cabbages, potatoes, onions.
In one corner a nameless heap of decaying rags, which she calledher bed; in the centre, a small cast-iron stove, the worn-out pipeof which allowed the smoke to escape in the room.
"Anyway,' she said to me, 'you have a home now!'
"I helped her to unload the cart. She filled the stove with coal,and at once declared that she wanted to inspect my things.
"My trunks were opened; and it was with exclamations96 of surprisethat the woman handled my dresses, my skirts, my stockings.
"'The mischief97!' she exclaimed, 'you dressed well, didn't you?'
"Her eyes sparkled so, that a strong feeling of mistrust arose inmy mind. She seemed to consider all my property as an unexpectedgodsend to herself. Her hands trembled as she handled some pieceof jewelry98; and she took me to the light that she might betterestimate the value of my ear-rings.
"And so, when she asked me if I had any money, determined to hideat least my twenty-franc-piece, which was my sole fortune, I repliedboldly, 'No.'
That's a pity,' she grumbled99.
"But she wished to know my history, and I was compelled to tell itto her. One thing only surprised her, - my age; and in fact, thoughonly thirteen, I looked fully64 sixteen.
"When I had done,"'Never mind!' she said. 'It was lucky for you that you met me.
You are at least certain now of eating every day; for I am goingto take charge of you. I am getting old: you'll help me to dragmy cart. If you are as smart as you are pretty, we'll make money.'
"Nothing could suit me less. But how could I resist? She threw afew rags upon the floor; and on them I had to sleep. The next day,wearing my meanest dress, and a pair of wooden shoes which she hadbought for me, and which bruised100 my feet horribly, I had to harnessmyself to the cart by means of a leather strap101, which cut myshoulders and my chest. She was an abominable102 creature, that woman;and I soon found out that her repulsive103 features indicated but toowell her ignoble104 instincts. After leading a life of vice6 and shame,she had, with the approach of hold age, fallen into the most abjectpoverty, and had adopted the trade of vegetable-vender, which shecarried on just enough to escape absolute starvation. Enraged105 ather fate, she found a detestable pleasure in ill-treating me, orin endeavoring to stain my imagination by the foulest106 speeches.
"Ah, if I had only known where to fly, and where to take refuge!
But, abusing my ignorance, that execrable woman had persuaded me,that, if I attempted to go out alone, I would be arrested. And Iknew no one to whom I could apply for protection and advice. Andthen I began to learn that beauty, to a poor girl, is a fatal gift.
One by one, the woman had sold every thing I had, - dresses,underclothes, jewels; and I was now reduced to rags almost as meanas when I was with the laundress.
"Every morning, rain or shine, hot or cold, we started, wheelingour cart from village to village, all along the Seine, fromCourbevoie to Pont-Marly. I could see no end to this wretchedexistence, when one evening the commissary of police presentedhimself at our hovel, and ordered us to follow him.
"We were taken to prison; and there I found myself thrown amongsome hundred women, whose faces, words, and gestures frightenedme. The vegetable-woman had committed a theft; and I was accusedof complicity. Fortunately I was easily able to demonstrate myinnocence; and, at the end of two weeks, a jailer opened the doorto me, saying, 'Go: you are free!'"Maxence understood now the gently ironical108 smile with which Mlle.
Lucienne had heard him assert that he, too, had been very unhappy.
What a life hers had been! And how could such things be within astep of Paris, in the midst of a society which deems its organizationtoo perfect to consent to modify it!
Mlle. Lucienne went on, speaking somewhat faster,"I was indeed free; but of what use could my freedom be to me? Iknew not which way to go. A mechanical instinct took me back toRueil. I fancied I would be safer among people who all knew me,and that I might find shelter in our old lodgings110. But thislast hope was disappointed. Immediately after our arrest, theowner of the building had thrown out every thing it contained, andhad rented it to a hideous111 beggar, who offered me, with a giggle,to become his housekeeper112. I ran off as fast as I could.
"The situation was certainly more horrible now than the day whenI had been turned out of my benefactress' house. But the eightmonths I had just spent with the horrible woman had taught me anewhow to bear misery, and had nerved up my energy.
"I took out from a fold of my dress, where I had kept it constantlyhid, the twenty-franc-piece I had received; and, as I was hungry,I entered a sort of eating and lodging109 house, where I hadoccasionally taken a meal. The proprietor113 was a kind-hearted man.
When I had told him my situation, he invited me to remain withhim until I could find something better. On Sundays and Mondaysthe customers were plenty; and he was obliged to take an extraservant. He offered me that work to do, promising114, in exchange,my lodging and one meal a day. I accepted. The next day beingSunday, I commenced the arduous115 duties of a bar-maid in a lowdrinking house. My pourboires amounted sometimes to five or tenfrancs; I had my board and lodging free; and at the end of threemonths I had been able to provide myself with some decent clothing,and was commencing to accumulate a little reserve, when thelodging-house keeper, whose business had unexpectedly developeditself to a considerable extent, concluded to engage a man-waiter,and urged me to look elsewhere for work. I did so. An old neighborof ours told me of a situation at Bougival, where she said I wouldbe very comfortable. Overcoming my repugnance116, I applied117, and wasaccepted. I was to get thirty francs a month.
"The place might have been a good one. There were only three inthe family, - the gentleman and his wife, and a son of twenty-five.
Every morning, father and son left for Paris by the first train,and only came home to dinner at about six o'clock. I was thereforealone all day with the woman. Unfortunately, she was a cross anddisagreeable person, who, never having had a servant before, feltan insatiable desire of showing and exercising her authority. Shewas, moreover, extremely suspicious, and found some pretext118 to visitregularly my trunks once or twice a week, to see if I had notconcealed some of her napkins or silver spoons. Having told herthat I had once been a laundress, she made me wash and iron all theclothes in the house, and was forever accusing me of using too muchsoap and too much coal. Still I liked the place well enough; and Ihad a little room in the attic119; which I thought charming, and whereI spent delightful120 evenings reading or sewing.
"But luck was against me. The young gentleman of the house took afancy to me, and determined to make me his mistress. I discouragedhim in a way; but he persisted in his loathsome121 attention, until onenight he broke into my room, and I was compelled to shout for helpwith all my might, before I could get rid of him.
"The next day I left that house; but I tried in vain to find anothersituation in Bougival. I resolved then to seek a place in Paris.
I had a big trunk full of good clothes, and about a hundred francsof savings122; and I felt no anxiety.
"When I arrived in Paris, I went straight to an intelligence-office.
I was extremely well received by a very affable old woman whopromised to get me a good place, and, in the mean time, solicitedme to board with her. She kept a sort of boarding-house for servantsout of place; and there were there some fifty or sixty of us, whoslept at night in long dormitories.
"Time went by, and still I did not find that famous place. Theboard was expensive, too, for my scanty123 means; and I determined toleave. I started in quest of new lodgings, followed by a porter,carrying my trunk; but as I was crossing the Boulevard, not gettingquick enough out of the way of a handsome private carriage whichwas coming at full trot124, I was knocked down, and trampled125 under thehorses's feet."Without allowing Maxence to interrupt her,"I had lost consciousness," went on Mlle. Lucienne. "When I cameto my senses, I was sitting in a drugstore; and three or fourpersons were busy around me. I had no fracture, but only somesevere contusions, and a deep cut on the head.
"The physician who had attended me requested me to try and walk; butI could not even stand on my feet. Then he asked me where I lived,that I might be taken there; and I was compelled to own that I was apoor servant out of place, without a home or a friend to care for me.
In that case,' said the doctor to the druggist, 'we must send herto the hospital.'
"And they sent for a cab.
"In the mean time, quite a crowd had gathered outside, and theconduct of the person who was in the carriage that had run over mewas being indignantly criticised. It was a woman; and I had caughta glimpse of her at the very moment I was falling under the horses'
feet. She had not even condescended126 to get out of her carriage;but, calling a policeman, she had given him her name and address,adding, loud enough to be heard by the crowd, 'I am in too great ahurry to stop. My coachman is an awkward fellow, whom I shalldismiss as soon as I get home. I am ready to pay any thing thatmay be asked.'
"She had also sent one of her cards for me. A policeman handed itto me; and I read the name, Baronne de Thaller.
"That's lucky for you,' said the doctor. 'That lady is the wife ofa very rich banker; and she will be able to help you when you getwell.'
"The cab had now come. I was carried into it; and, an hour later,I was admitted at the hospital, and laid on a dean, comfortable bed.
"But my trunk! - my trunk, which contained all my things, all I hadin the world, and, worse still, all the money I had left. I askedfor it, my heart filled with anxiety. No one had either seen orheard of it. Had the porter missed me in the crowd? or had hebasely availed himself of the accident to rob me? This was hard todecide.
"The good sisters promised that they would have it looked after,and that the police would certainly be able to find that man whomI had engaged near the intelligence-office. But all theseassurances failed to console me. This blow was the finishing one.
I was taken with fever; and for more than two weeks my life wasdespaired of. I was saved at last: but my convalescence was longand tedious; and for over two months I lingered with alternationsof better and of worse.
"Yet such had been my misery for the past two years, that thisgloomy stay in a hospital was for me like an oasis128 in the desert.
The good sisters were very kind to me; and, when I was able, Ihelped them with their lighter129 work, or went to the chapel130 withthem. I shuddered at the thought that I must leave them as soonas I was entirely131 well; and then what would become of me? For mytrunk had not been found, and I was destitute132 of all.
"And yet I had, at the hospital, more than one subject for gloomyreflections. Twice a week, on Thursdays and Sundays, visitors wereadmitted; and there was not on those days a single patient who didnot receive a relative or a friend. But I, no one, nothing, never!
"But I am mistaken. I was commencing to get well, when one SundayI saw by my bedside an old man, dressed all in black, of alarmingappearance, wearing blue spectacles, and holding under his arm anenormous portfolio133, crammed134 full of papers.
"You are Mlle. Lucienne, I believe," he asked.
"'Yes,' I replied, quite surprised.
"You are the person who was knocked down by a carriage on the cornerof the Boulevard and the Faubourg St. Martin?'
"'Yes sir.'
"Do you know whose equipage that was?'
"'The Baronne de Thaller's, I was told.'
"He seemed a little surprised, but at once,"Have you seen that lady, or caused her to be seen in your behalf?'
"'No.'
"Have you heard from her in any manner?'
"'No.'
"A smile came back upon his lips.
"Luckily for you I am here,' be said. 'Several times already I havecalled; but you were too unwell to hear me. Now that you are better,listen.'
"And thereupon, taking a chair, he commenced to explain hisprofession to me.
"He was a sort of broker135; and accidents were his specialty136. Assoon as one took place, he was notified by some friends of his atpolice headquarters. At once he started in quest of the victim,overtook her at home or at the hospital, and offered his services.
For a moderate commission he undertook, if needs be, to recoverdamages. He commenced suit when necessary; and, if he thought thecase tolerably safe, he made advances. He stated, for instance,that my case was a plain one, and that he would undertake to obtainfour or five thousand francs, at least, from Mme. de Thaller. Allhe wanted was my power of attorney. But, in spite of his pressinginstances, I declined his offers; and he withdrew, very muchdispleased, assuring me that I would soon repent137.
"Upon second thought, indeed, I regretted to have followed the firstinspiration of my pride, and the more so, that the good sisters whomI consulted on the subject told me that I was wrong, and that myreclamation would be perfectly10 proper. At their suggestion, I thenadopted another line of conduct, which, they thought, would as surelybring about the same result.
"As briefly138 as possible, I wrote out the history of my life fromthe day I had been left with the gardeners at Louveciennes. I addedto it a faithful account of my present situation; and I addressedthe whole to Mme. de Thaller.
"You'll see if she don't come before a day or two,' said the sisters.
"They were mistaken. Mme. de Thaller came neither the next nor thefollowing days; and I was still awaiting her answer, when, onemorning, the doctor announced that I was well enough to leave thehospital.
I cannot say that I was very sorry. I had lately made theacquaintance of a young workwoman, who had been sent to the hospitalin consequence of a fall, and who occupied the bed next to mine.
She was a girl of about twenty, very gentle, very obliging, and whoseamiable countenance139 had attracted me from the first.
"Like myself, she had no parents. But she was rich, very rich. Sheowned the furniture of the room, a sewing-machine, which had costher three hundred francs, and, like a true child of Paris, sheunderstood five or six trades, the least lucrative140 of which yieldedher twenty-five or thirty cents a day. In less than a week, we hadbecome good friends; and, when she left the hospital,"'Believe me,' she said: 'when you come out yourself, don't wasteyour time looking for a place. Come to me: I can accommodate you.
I'll teach you what I know; and, if you are industrious141, you'll makeyour living, and you'll be free.'
"It was to her room that I went straight from the hospital, carrying,tied in a handkerchief, my entire baggage, - one dress, and a fewundergarments that the good sisters had given me.
"She received me like a sister, and after showing me her lodging,two little attic-rooms shining with cleanliness,"'You'll see,' she said, kissing me, 'how happy we'll be here.'
It was getting late. M. Fortin had long ago come up and put outthe gas on the stairs. One by one, every noise had died away inthe hotel. Nothing now disturbed the silence of the night savethe distant sound of some belated cab on the Boulevard. But neitherMaxence nor Mlle. Lucienne were noticing the flight of time, sointerested were they, one in telling, and the other in listening to,this story of a wonderful existence. However, Mlle. Lucienne' svoice had become hoarse with fatigue142. She poured herself a glassof water, which she emptied at a draught143, and then at once,"Never yet," she resumed, "had I been agitated144 by such a sweetsensation. My eyes were full of tears; but they were tears ofgratitude and joy. After so many years of isolation145, to meet withsuch a friend, so generous, and so devoted146: it was like finding afamily. For a few weeks, I thought that fate had relented at last.
My friend was an excellent workwoman; but with some intelligence,and the will to learn, I soon knew as much as she did.
"There was plenty of work. By working twelve hours, with the helpof the thrice-blessed sewing-machine, we succeeded in making six,seven, and even eight francs a day. It was a fortune.
"Thus several months elapsed in comparative comfort.
"Once more I was afloat, and I had more clothes than I had lost inmy trunk. I liked the life I was leading; and I would be leadingit still, if my friend had not one day fallen desperately147 in lovewith a young man she had meet at a ball. I disliked him very much,and took no trouble to conceal my feelings: nevertheless, my friendimagined that I had designs upon him, and became fiercely, jealousof me. Jealousy148 does not reason; and I soon understood that wewould no longer be able to live in common, and that I must lookelsewhere for shelter. But my friend gave me no time to do so.
Coming home one Monday night at about eleven, she notified me toclear out at once. I attempted to expostulate: she replied withabuse. Rather than enter upon a degrading struggle, I yielded,and went out.
That night I spent on a chair in a neighbor's room. But the nextday, when I went for my things, my former friend refused to givethem, and presumed to keep every thing. I was compelled, thoughreluctantly, to resort to the intervention149 of the commissary ofpolice.
I gained my point. But the good days had gone. Luck did not followme to the wretched furnished house where I hired a room. I had nosewing-machine, and but few acquaintances. By working fifteen orsixteen hours a day, I made thirty or forty cents. That was notenough to live on. Then work failed me altogether, and, piece bypiece, every thing I had went to the pawnbroker's. On a gloomyDecember morning, I was turned out of my room, and left on thepavement with a ten-cent-piece for my fortune.
Never had I been so low; and I know not to what extremities150 I mighthave come at last, when I happened to 'think of that wealthy ladywhose horses had upset me on the Boulevard. I had kept her card.
Without hesitation151, I went unto a grocery, and calling for somepaper and a pen, I wrote, overcoming the last struggle of my pride,"'Do you remember, madame, a poor girl whom your carriage came nearcrushing to death? Once before she applied to you, and received noanswer. She is to-day without shelter and without bread; and youare her supreme152 hope.'
"I placed these few lines in an envelope, and ran to the addressindicated on the card. It was a magnificent residence, with a vastcourt-yard in front. In the porter's lodge153, five or six servantswere talking as I came in, and looked at me impudently154, from headto foot, when I requested them to take my letter to Mme. de Thaller.
One of them, however, took pity on me,"'Come with me,' he said, 'come along !'
"He made me cross the yard, and enter the vestibule; and then,"Give me your letter,' he said, 'and wait here for me.'"Maxence was about to express the thoughts which Mme. de Thaller'sname naturally suggested to his mind, but Mlle. Lucienne interruptedhim,"In all my life," she went on, "I had never seen any thing somagnificent as that vestibule with its tall columns, its tessellatedfloor, its large bronze vases filled with the rarest flowers, andits red velvet155 benches, upon which tall footmen in brilliant liverywere lounging.
"I was, I confess, somewhat intimidated156 by all of this splendor157; andI remained awkwardly standing13, when suddenly the servants stood uprespectfully.
"A door had just opened, through which appeared a man already pastmiddle age, tall, thin, dressed in the extreme of fashion, andwearing long red whiskers falling over his chest.""The Baron127 de Thaller," murmured Maxence.
Mlle. Lucienne took no notice of the interruption.
"The attitude of the servants," she went on, "had made me easilyguess that he was the master. I was bowing to him, blushing andembarrassed, when, noticing me, he stopped short, shuddering158 fromhead to foot.
"Who are you?' he asked me roughly.
"I attributed his manner to the sad condition of my dress, whichappeared more miserable and more dilapidated still amid thesurrounding splendors159; and, in a scarcely intelligible160 voice, I began,"'I am a poor girl, sir -'
"But he interrupted me.
"'To the point! What do you want?'
"'I am awaiting an answer, sir, to a request which I have justforwarded to the baroness161.'
"What about?'
"'Once sir, I was run over in the street by the baroness's carriage:
I was severely162 wounded, and had to be taken to the hospital.'
"I fancied there was something like terror in the man's look.
"It is you, then, who once before sent a long letter to my wife, inwhich you told the story of your life?'
"'Yes, sir, it was I.'
"'You stated in that letter that you had no parents, having beenleft by your mother with some gardeners at Louveciennes?'
"'That is the truth.'
"'What has become of these gardeners?'
"'They are dead.'
"'What was your mother's name?'
"'I never knew.'
"To M. de Thaller's first surprise had succeeded a feeling ofevident irritation163; but, the more haughty and brutal his manners,the cooler and the more self-possessed I became.
"'And you are soliciting164 assistance?' he said.
"I drew myself up, and, looking at him straight in the eyes,"'I beg your pardon,' I replied: 'it is a legitimate165 indemnity166 whichI claim.'
"Indeed, it seemed to me that my firmness alarmed him. With afeverish haste, he began to feel in his pockets. He took out theircontents of gold and bank-notes all in a heap, and, thrusting itinto my hands without counting,"'Here,' he said, 'take this. Are you satisfied?'
"I observed to him, that, having sent a letter to Mme. de Thaller,it would perhaps be proper to await her answer. But he replied thatit was not necessary, and, pushing me towards the door,"You may depend upon it,' he said, 'I shall tell my wife that Isaw you.'
"I started to go out; but I had not gone ten steps across the yard,when I heard him crying excitedly to his servants,"'You see that beggar, don't you? Well, the first one who allowsher to cross the threshold of my door shall be turned out on theinstant.'
"A beggar, I! Ah the wretch23! I turned round to cast his alms intohis face; but already he had disappeared, and I only found before methe footman, chuckling167 stupidly.
"I went out; and, as my anger gradually passed off, I felt thankfulthat I had been unable to follow the dictates168 of my wounded pride.
"'Poor girl,' I thought to myself, 'where would you be at this hour?
You would only have to select between suicide and the vilestexistence; whereas now you are above want.'
"I was passing before a small restaurant. I went in; for I wasvery hungry, having, so to speak, eaten nothing for several dayspast. Besides, I felt anxious to count my treasure. The Baron deThaller had given me nine hundred and thirty francs.
"This sum, which exceeded the utmost limits of my ambition, seemedinexhaustible to me: I was dazzled by its possession.
"'And yet,' I thought, 'had M. de Thaller happened to have tenthousand francs in his pockets he would have given them to me allthe same.'
"I was at a loss to explain this strange generosity90. Why hissurprise when he first saw me, then his anger, and his haste to getrid of me? How was it that a man whose mind must be filled withthe gravest cares had so distinctly remembered me, and the letterI had written to his wife? Why, after showing himself so generous,had he so strictly excluded me from his house?
"After vainly trying for some time to solve this riddle171, I concludedthat I must be the victim of my own imagination; and I turned myattention to making the best possible use of my sudden fortune. Onthe same day, I took a little room in the Faubourg St. Denis; andI bought myself a sewing-machine. Before the week was over, I hadwork before me for several months. Ah! this time it seemed indeedthat I had nothing more to apprehend172 from destiny; and I lookedforward, without fear, to the future. At the end of a month, I wasearning four to five francs a day, when, one afternoon, a stout173 man,very well dressed, looking honest and good-natured, and speakingFrench with some difficulty, made his appearance at my room. Hewas an American he stated, and had been sent to me by the woman forwhom I worked. Having need of a skilled Parisian work-woman, hecame to propose to me to follow him to New York, where he wouldinsure me a brilliant position.
"But I knew several poor girls, who, on the faith of dazzlingpromises, had expatriated themselves. Once abroad, they had beenshamefully abandoned, and had been driven, to escape starvation,to resort to the vilest169 expedients174. I refused, therefore, andfrankly gave him my reasons for doing so.
"My visitor at once protested indignantly. Whom did I take himfor? It was a fortune that I was refusing. He guaranteed me inNew York board, lodging, and two hundred francs a month. He wouldpay all traveling and moving expenses. And, to prove to me thefairness of his intentions, he was ready, he said, to sign anagreement, and pay me a thousand down.
"These offers were so brilliant, that I was staggered in myresolution.
"Well,' I said, 'give me twenty-four hours to decide. I wish tosee my employer.'
"He seemed very much annoyed; but, as I remained firm in my purpose,he left, promising to return the next day to receive my final answer.
"I ran at once to my employer. She did not know what I was talkingabout. She had sent no one, and was not acquainted with any American.
"Of course, I never saw him again; and I couldn't help thinking ofthis singular adventure, when, one evening during the followingweek, as I was coming home at about eleven o'clock, two policemenarrested me, and, in spite of my earnest protestations, took meto the station-house, where I was locked up with a dozen unfortunateswho had just been taken up on the Boulevards. I spent the nightcrying with shame and anger; and I don't know what would have becomeof me, if the justice of the peace, who examined me the next morning,had not happened to be a just and kind man. As soon as I hadexplained to him that I was the victim of a most humiliating errorhe sent an agent in quest of information, and having satisfiedhimself that I was an honest girl, working for my living, hedischarged me. But, before permitting me to go,"'Beware, my child,' he said to me: 'it is upon a formal andwell-authenticated declaration that you were arrested. Thereforeyou must have enemies. People have an interest in getting rid ofyou'"Mademoiselle Lucienne was evidently almost exhausted with fatigue:
her voice was failing her. But it was in vain that Maxence beggedher to take a few moments of rest.
"No," she answered," I'd rather get through as quick as possible."And, making an effort, she resumed her narrative, hurrying moreand more.
"I returned home, my mind all disturbed by the judge's warnings.
I am no coward; but it is a terrible thing to feel one's selfincessantly threatened by an unknown and mysterious danger, againstwhich nothing can be done.
"In vain did I search my past life: I could think of no one whocould have any interest in effecting my ruin. Those alone haveenemies who have had friends. I had never had but one friend, thekind-hearted girl who had turned me out of her home in a fit ofabsurd jealousy. But I knew her well enough to knew that she wasincapable of malice175, and that she must long since have forgottenthe unlucky cause of our rupture176.
"Weeks after weeks passed without any new incident. I had plentyof work and was earning enough money to begin saving. So I feltcomfortable, laughed at my former fears, and neglected theprecautions which I had taken at first; when, one evening, myemployer, having a very important and pressing order, sent for me.
We did not get through our work until long after midnight.
"She wished me to spend the rest of the night with her; but it wouldhave been necessary to make up a bed for me, and disturb the wholehousehold.
'Bash!' I said, 'this will not be the first time I cross Paris inthe middle of the night.'
"I started; and I was going along, walking as fast as I could, when,from the angle of a dark, narrow street, a man sprang upon me,threw me down, struck me, and would doubtless have killed me, butfor two brave gentlemen who heard my screams and rushed to myassistance. The man ran off; and I was able to walk the rest ofthe way home, having received but a very slight wound.
"But the very next morning I ran to see my friend, the justice ofthe peace. He listened to me gravely, and, when I had concluded,"'How were you dressed?' he inquired.
"'All in black,' I replied, 'very modestly, like a workwoman.'
"'Had you nothing on your person that could tempt38 a thief?'
"'Nothing. No watch-chain, no jewelry, no ear-rings even.'
"'Then,' he uttered, knitting his brows, 'it is not a fortuitouscrime: it is another attempt on the part of your enemies.'
"Such was also my opinion. And yet:
"'But, sir,' I exclaimed, 'who can have any interest to destroy me,- a poor obscure girl as I am? I have thought carefully and well,and I have not a single enemy that I can think of.' And, as I hadfull confidence in his kindness, I went on telling him the storyof my life.
"'You are a natural child,' he said as soon as I had done, 'and youhave been basely abandoned. That fact alone would be sufficient tojustify every supposition. You do not know your parents; but it isquite possible that they may knew you, and that they may never havelost sight of you. Your mother was a working-girl, you think? Thatmay be. But your father? Do you know what interests your existencemay threaten? Do you know what elaborate edifice177 of falsehood andinfamy your sudden appearance might tumble to the ground?'
"I was listening dumfounded.
"Never had such conjectures178 crossed my mind; and, whilst I doubtedtheir probability, I had, at least, to admit their possibility.
"'What must I do, then?" I inquired.
The peace-officer shook his head.
"'Indeed, my poor child, I hardly know what to advise. The policeis not omnipotent179. It can do nothing to anticipate a crime conceivedin the brain of an unknown scoundrel.'
"I was terrified. He saw it, and took pity on me.
"'In your place,' he added, "I would change my domicile. You might,perhaps, thus make them lose your track. And, above all, do notfail to give me your new address. Whatever I can do to protect you,and insure your safety, I shall do.'
"That excellent man has kept his word; and once again I owed mysafety to him. Tis he who is now commissary of police in thisdistrict, and who protected me against Mme. Fortin. I hastened tofollow his advice, and two days later I had hired the room in thishouse in which I am still living. In order to avoid every chanceof discovery, I left my employer, and requested her to say, if anyone came to inquire after me, that I had gone to America.
"I soon found work again in a very fashionable dress-makingestablishment, the name of, which you must have heard, - Van Klopen's.
Unfortunately, war had just been declared. Every day announced a newdefeat. The Prussians were coming; then the siege began. Van Klopenhad closed his shop, and left Paris. I had a few savings, thankheaven; and I husbanded them as carefully as shipwrecked mariners180 dotheir last ration21 of food, when I unexpectedly found some work.
"It was one Sunday, and I had gone out to see some battalions181 ofNational Guards passing along the Boulevard, when suddenly I sawone of the vivandieres, who was marching behind the band, stop, andrun towards me with open arms. It was my old friend from theBatignolles, who had recognized me. She threw her arms around myneck, and, as we had at once become the centre of a group of atleast five hundred idlers,"I must speak to you,' she said. 'If you live in the neighborhood,let's go to your room. The service can wait.'
"I brought her here,; and at once she commenced to excuse herselffor her past conduct, begging me to restore her my friendship. AsI expected, she had long since forgotten the young man, cause ofour rupture. But she was now in love, and seriously this time, shedeclared, with a furniture-maker, who was a captain in the NationalGuards. It was through him that she had become a vivandiere; andshe offered me a similar position, if I wished it. But I did notwish it; and, as I was complaining that I could find no work, sheswore that she would get me some through her captain, who was a veryinfluential man.
"Through him, I did in fact obtain a few dozen jackets to make.
This work was very poorly paid; but the little I earned was thatmuch less to take from my humble182 resources. In that way I managedto get through the siege without suffering too much.
"After the armistice183, unfortunately, M. Van Klopen had not yetreturned. I was unable to procure184 any work; my resources wereexhausted; and I would have starved during the Commune, but formy old friend, who several times brought me a little money, andsome provisions. Her captain was now a colonel, and was about tobecome a member of the government; at least, so she assured me.
The entrance of the troops into Paris put an end to her dream.
One night she came to me livid with fright. She supposed herselfgravely compromised, and begged me to hide her. For four daysshe remained with me. On the fifth, just as we were sitting downto dinner, my room was invaded by a number of police-agents, whoshowed us an order of arrest, and commanded us to follow them.
"My friend sank down upon a chair, stupid with fright. But Iretained my presence of mind, and persuaded one of the agents togo and notify my friend the justice. He happened luckily to be athome, and at once hastened to my assistance. He could do nothing,however, for the moment; the agents having positive orders to takeus straight to Versailles.
"'Well,' said he, 'I shall accompany you.'
"From the very first steps he took the next morning, he discoveredthat my position was indeed grave. But he also and very clearlyrecognized a new device of the enemy to bring about my destruction.
The information filed against me stated that I had remained in theservice of the Commune to the last moment; that I had been seenbehind the barricades185 with a gun in my hand; and that I had formedone of a band of vile170 incendiaries. This infamous186 scheme hadevidently been suggested by my relations with my friend from theBatignolles, who was still more terribly compromised than shethought, the poor girl; her colonel having been captured, andconvicted of pillage187 and murder, and herself charged with complicity.
"Isolated188 as I was, without resources, and without relatives, Iwould certainly have perished, but for the devoted efforts of myfriend the justice, whose official position gave him accesseverywhere, and enabled him to reach my judges. He succeeded indemonstrating my entire innocence107; and after forty-eight hours'
detention189, which seemed an age to me, I was set at liberty.
"At the door; I found the man who had just saved me. He was waitingfor me, but would not suffer me to express the gratitude with whichmy heart overflowed190.
"'You will thank me,' he said, 'when I have deserved it better. Ihave done nothing as yet that any honest man wouldn't have done inmy place. What I wish is to discover what interests you arethreatening without knowing it, and which must be considerable, ifI may judge by the passion and the tenacity191 of those who arepursuing you. What I desire to do is to lay hands upon the cowardlyrascals in whose way you seem to stand.'
"I shook my head.
"'You will not succeed,' I said to him.
"'Who knows? I've done harder things than that in my life.'
"And taking a large envelope from his pocket,"This,' he said, 'is the letter which caused your arrest. I haveexamined it attentively193; and I am certain that the handwriting isnot disguised. That's something to start with, and may enable meto verify my suspicions, should any occur to my mind. In the meantime, return quietly to Paris, resume your ordinary occupations,answer vaguely194 any questions that may be asked about this matter,and above all, never mention my name. Remain at the Hotel desFolies: it is in my district, in my legitimate sphere of action;besides, the proprietors195 are in a position where they dare notdisobey my orders. Never come to my office, unless something graveand unforeseen should occur. Our chances of success would beseriously compromised, if they could suspect the interest I takein your welfare. Keep your eyes open on every thing that is goingon around you, and, if you notice any thing suspicious, write to me.
I will myself organize a secret surveillance around you. If I canbag one of the rascals192 who are watching you, that's all I want.'
"'And now,' added this good man, 'good-by. Patience and courage.'
"Unfortunately he had not thought of offering me a little money: Ihad not dared to ask him for any, and I had but eight sous left.
It was on foot, therefore, that I was compelled to return to Paris.
"Mme. Fortin received me with open arms. With me returned the hopeof recovering the hundred and odd francs which I owed her, andwhich she had given up for lost. Moreover, she had excellent newsfor me. M. Van Kiopen had sent for me during my absence, requestingme to call at his shop. Tired as I was, I went to see him at once.
found him very much downcast by the poor prospects196 of business.
Still he was determined to go on, and offered to employ me, not aswork-woman, as heretofore, but to try on garments for customers, ata salary of one hundred and twenty francs a month. I was not in aposition to be very particular. I accepted; and there I am still.
"Every morning, when I get to the shop, I take off this simplecostume, and I put on a sort of livery that belongs to M. Van Klopen,- wide skirts, and a black silk dress.
"Then whenever a customer comes who wants a cloak, a mantle197, orsome other 'wrapping,' I step up and put on the garment, that thepurchaser may see how it looks. I have to walk, to turn around,sit down, etc. It is absurdly ridiculous, often humiliating; andmany a time, during the first days, I felt tempted to give backto M. Van Klopen his black silk dress.
"But the conjectures of my friend the peace-officer were constantlyagitating my brain. Since I thought I had discovered a mystery inmy existence, I indulged in all sorts of fancies, and was momentarilyexpecting some extraordinary occurrence, some compensation of destiny.
and I remained.
"But I was not yet at the end of my troubles."Since she had been speaking of M. Van Klopen, Mlle. Lucienne seemedto have lost her tone of haughty assurance and imperturbablecoolness; and it was with a look of mingled198 confusion and sadnessthat she went on.
"What I was doing at Van Klopen's was exceedingly painful to me;and yet he very soon asked me to do something more painful still.
Gradually Paris was filling up again. The hotels had re-opened;foreigners were pouring in; and the Bois Boulogne was resumingits wonted animation199. Still but few orders came in, and those fordresses of the utmost simplicity200, of dark color and plain material,on which it was hard to make twenty-five per cent profit. VanKiopen was disconsolate201. He kept speaking to me of the good olddays, when some of his customers spent as much as thirty thousandfrancs a month for dresses and trifles, until one day,"'You are the only one,' he told me, 'who can help me out justnow. You are really good looking; and I am sure that in full dress,spread over the cushions of a handsome carriage, you would createquite a sensation, and that all the rest of the women would bejealous of you, and would wish to look like you. There needs butone, you know, to give the good example.'"Maxence started up suddenly, and, striking his head with hand,"Ah, I understand now!" he exclaimed.
"I thought that Van Klopen was jesting." went on the young girl.
"But he had never been more in earnest; and, to prove it, hecommenced explaining to me what he wanted. He proposed to get upfor me some of those costumes which are sure to attract attention;and two or three times a week he would send me a fine carriage, andI would go and show myself in the Bois.
"I felt disgusted at the proposition.
"'Never!' I said.
"Why not?'
"'Because I respect myself too much to make a living advertisementof myself.'
"He shrugged his shoulders.
"'You are wrong,' he said. 'You are not rich, and I would give youtwenty francs for each ride. At the rate of eight rides a month, itwould be one hundred and sixty francs added to your wages. Besides,'
he added with a wink202, ' it would be an excellent opportunity to makeyour fortune. Pretty as you are, who knows but what some millionairemight take a fancy to you!'
"I felt indignant.
"For that reason alone, if for no other,' I exclaimed, I refuse.'
"'You are a little fool,' he replied. 'If you do not accept, youcease being in my employment. Reflect!'
"My mind was already made up, and I was thinking of looking out forsome other occupation, when I received a note from my friend thepeace-officer, requesting me to call at his office.
"I did so, and, after kindly12 inviting203 me to a seat,"Well,' he said, 'what is there new?'
""Nothing. I have noticed no one watching me'
"He looked annoyed.
"'My agents have not detected any thing, either,' he grumbled.
'And yet it is evident that your enemies cannot have given it upso. They are sharp ones: if they keep quiet, it is because theyare preparing some good trick. What it is I must and shall findout. Already I have an idea which would be an excellent one, if Icould discover some way of throwing you among what is called goodsociety.'
"I explained to him, that, being employed at Van Klopen's, I had anopportunity to see there many ladies of the best society.
"That is not enough,' he said.
"Then M. Van Klopen's propositions came back to my mind, and Istated them to him.
"'Just the thing!' he exclaimed, starting upon his chair: 'a manifestproof that luck is with us. You must accept.'
"I felt bound to tell him my objections, which reflection had muchincreased.
"'I know but too well,' I said, 'what must happen if I accept thisodious duty. Before I have been four times to the Bois, I shall benoticed, and every one will imagine that they know for what purposeI come there. I shall be assailed204 with vile offers. True, I have nofears for myself. I shall always be better guarded by my pride thanby the most watchful205 of parents. But my reputation will be lost.'
"I failed to convince him.
"'I know very well that you are an honest girl,' he said to me; 'but,for that very reason, what do you care what all these people willthink, whom you do not know? Your future is at stake. I repeat it,you must accept.'
"'If you command me to do so,' I said.
"Yes, I command you; and I'll explain to you why.''
For the first time, Mlle. Lucienne manifested some reticence206, andomitted to repeat the explanations of the peace-officer. And,after a few moments' pause,"You know the rest, neighbor," she said, "since you have seen meyourself in that inept207 and ridiculous role of living advertisement,of fashionable lay-figure; and the result has been just as Iexpected. Can you find any one who believes in my honesty ofpurpose? You have heard Mme. Fortin to-night? Yourself, neighbor- what did you take me for? And yet you should have noticedsomething of my suffering and my humiliation33 the day that you werewatching me so closely in the Bois de Boulogne.""What!" exclaimed Maxence with a start, "you know?""Have I not just told you that I always fear being watched andfollowed, and that I am always on the lookout208? Yes, I know thatyou tried to discover the secret of my rides."Maxence tried to excuse himself.
"That will do for the present," she uttered. "You wish to be myfriend, you say? Now that you know my whole life almost as wellas I do myself, reflect, and to-morrow you will tell me the resultof your thoughts."Whereupon she went out.
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iniquitous
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shameful
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molest
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resentment
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infamy
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admiration
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sincerity
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pretensions
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adverse
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