The Flower Girl of The Chateau d'Eau Volume I Part 49

"Yes, monsieur, my mother is overjoyed, and so am I. Monsieur is too kind to us. Now that we are settled, I have come to ask monsieur what work I shall do to-day."

"To-day, my friend, you must rest, walk about the gardens and the house, and become acquainted with the place; to-morrow we will talk about work.

But first of all, Georget, tell me your trouble; for you are in trouble, I can see it in your eyes. Indeed, as you have already confided in me about your love-affair, I ought to know now how it happens that you have been able to make up your mind to leave your young flower girl, with whom you were so deeply in love. You could not endure the thought of pa.s.sing a single day without seeing her, and now you are here, and you don't want to hear Paris mentioned! Poor boy! that girl who you said was so virtuous and honest, must have listened to some other man than you--isn't it true that that is the cause that has brought you here?"

"Mon Dieu! yes, monsieur, you have guessed the truth; at all events, I prefer that you should know everything, I prefer to tell you all my sorrow, for it is so hard always to have to restrain one's feelings! It stifles one! Oh! allow me to cry, monsieur; I don't dare to before my mother, but it won't offend you."

"Weep, my boy; at your age, tears come readily, and are a relief. You are not a man yet, you have not the strength to endure a woman's treachery; and even grown men are very weak sometimes in such cases!"

"Ah! who would ever have thought, monsieur, that Violette, who seemed never to listen to any gallant--and she has been to the rooms of one of them, the one that I was most jealous of! Ah! I was right to be jealous of him! a perfumed dandy, a lion, as they say!"

"But how do you know that she has been to his rooms?"

"From another one, who also is in love with Violette, and who saw her come out of this Monsieur Jericourt's, who lives on his landing."

"And how do you know that he tells the truth, especially as the flower girl refused to listen to him?"

"Oh, monsieur! you may be sure that I didn't believe him either, that at first I called him a liar and an impostor; indeed I would have thrashed him if he hadn't proposed to repeat it all to Violette herself in our presence; he did it, monsieur; he spoke to her of her visit to his neighbor, the swell Monsieur Jericourt, and Violette turned pale; and she couldn't find a word to defend herself, to contradict him!"

"In that case, my poor boy, you can no longer doubt her infidelity; or at least, if she had never given you any promise, her weakness for another. You have done well to leave Paris, and come here with your mother; by ceasing to see this girl, you will triumph over your love, and you will soon find someone else to bestow your affections upon. At your age, one loves so readily!"

"You think so, monsieur, but it seems to me that I shall never be able to love any other woman than Violette. However, I will try, I will do my utmost, and if I don't see her any more--for you won't send me to Paris, monsieur, will you?"

"No, my boy, no, that is agreed. Indeed, Pongo always goes when I need anything; and I myself go quite often; but never fear, I won't take you."

"So much the better, monsieur, and I thank you. Now I will walk about these lovely gardens with my mother, monsieur."

"Go, my friend, go."

Monsieur de Brevanne left his house and walked toward Monsieur Glumeau's, saying to himself:

"I have not been very polite to my neighbors; they invited me to their party, I saw their play, holding myself aloof, and then I disappeared without even going to pay my respects to them; as they cannot guess the motive that led me to act so, I must repair my discourtesy by going to call upon them."

The count had almost reached Monsieur Glumeau's house, when a gentleman who came from it, and walked toward him, stopped and uttered a cry of surprise at finding himself face to face with Monsieur de Brevanne. He in his turn examined the person who stood before him, then held out his hand, saying:

"I am not mistaken, it is Monsieur de Merval!"

"The Comte de Brevanne!" cried Monsieur de Merval, grasping the hand that was offered him. Then he added: "I beg pardon, but you have dropped that name, I believe?"

"Yes, they call me Malberg now; but to you I shall always be Brevanne.

This is a meeting which I was far from expecting, but of which I am very glad. Are you coming from Monsieur Glumeau's?"

"Yes, I have been to apologize for not accepting an invitation which they sent me a fortnight ago, to a party that they gave."

"I know, I was at that party."

"You were at that party?"

"That surprises you, does it not? I am a neighbor of the Glumeaus; my place is only a few steps away; will you do me the honor to come there and rest a moment?"

"I should be glad, but you are going somewhere?"

"To my neighbor's; but that visit can be postponed, whereas our meeting is one of those happy chances which I wish to take advantage of to talk with you,--that is, if you have the time to listen to me?"

"I am entirely at your service."

"Come then."

The two gentlemen soon reached the charming house which had now two additional occupants. The count ushered Monsieur de Merval into a pretty salon on the ground floor, the windows of which looked on the Marne; and taking a seat beside him, he said in a tone at once melancholy and resigned:

"How many things have happened since we met! and how many times you must have heard my name! The thing that happened to me made a great deal of talk, more talk than I desired, I a.s.sure you! Tell me, Monsieur de Merval, what did you hear about it, and whom did you believe to be to blame in all that? For the world is often mistaken in its judgment!"

Monsieur de Merval felt somewhat embarra.s.sed to answer; he faltered:

"Why, many contradictory things were said; however, if you desire my opinion, why, you are not the one whom I believed to be at fault!"

"You were right, but you should have guessed the truth, for you knew Lucienne Courtenay before I became her husband, fool that I was! I remember that I was jealous of you even after my marriage--of you, who always behaved with the most absolute delicacy; and I was never jealous of the man who was destined to betray my friends.h.i.+p in the most dastardly way!--Monsieur de Merval, as chance has brought us together to-day, allow me to tell you exactly what happened to me, and what was the cause of my separation from my wife. I am very glad to confide the truth to the breast of an honest man. I should not have had the courage to tell you the story a short time ago; but an encounter that I had within a few days has strangely mitigated my suffering; I will tell you that later--I come now at once to the main story."