Froth Part 10
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At home the husband and wife spoke no more to each other than was absolutely necessary. To escape the discomfort of a _tete-a-tete_ at table, they always had some guest. In public they made a show of the most natural and friendly relations; Osorio would sometimes go late to fetch his wife from the theatre or party to which she had been. But every one understood the facts of the case. Clementina, as a rule, would go out on her lover's arm; they would stand talking in the lobby in the sight of all the world, while waiting for the carriage; she stepped in; before it drove off they would yet exchange a few confidential and incoherent remarks interrupted by gay laughter. Morality--fas.h.i.+onable morality--was satisfied, so long as the lover did not drive off in the same carriage, though a few minutes later they might meet again at some rendezvous.
When Clementina reached home it was half-past six o'clock. The driver whistled; the porter came out of his lodge and opened the gate first, and then the door of the hackney coach. He paid the man. The lady, without uttering a syllable, went through the garden, which though small was exquisitely kept, and up the outside steps of white marble, screened by a verandah, which extended across half the front of the house. The house itself was not very large, but handsome and artistic, of white stone and fine brickwork. It had been built by Osorio about four or five years since. As the plans had been fully discussed and considered, the rooms were well arranged, and this made it more comfortable than his brother-in-law's, though that was three or four times as large.
She asked a servant in the anteroom: "Where is Estefania?"
"It is some time since I last saw her, Senora."
She crossed a magnificent hall, lighted by two large lamps with polished vases borne by bronze statues, went along the corridor, and up the stairs leading to the first floor, meeting no one on her way. At the door of the drawing-room leading to her boudoir, she met Fernando, a page of fourteen in a smart livery.
"Estefania?" she asked.
"She must be in the kitchen."
"Tell her to come up at once."
She entered the boudoir, and going up to a long mirror resting on two pillar-feet of gilt wood, she took off her hat. The room was a small one, hung with blue satin bordered with wreaths in _carton-pierre_. On the chimney-piece, covered also with blue satin, stood a clock and two fine candelabra, the work of a silversmith of the last century. The carpet was white with a blue border; in the middle of the room there was a _causeuse_ upholstered in gold colour, the armchairs were gilt, two large feather pillows lay on the floor. In one corner was the mirror, in another a _Pompadour_ writing-table of inlaid wood; in the other two were columns covered with velvet, to support the lamps which now lighted the room. On one side this room opened into Clementina's drawing-room, and then into her bedroom. On the other side, a door led into a small drawing-room, where she was at home to her friends on Tuesday afternoons, and where cards were played at night by an intimate circle.
Only a few very confidential friends were ever admitted to her boudoir, calling at the hours when she was "Not at home." Here those long and secret colloquies were held which women so greatly relish, in which they pour out their whole mind, with swift transition from the profoundest depths to the frivolities of the day and details of dress and fas.h.i.+on.
Within a few seconds of her taking off her hat Estefania came in. She was a pale young girl, with pretty black eyes; dressed suitably to her rank but with care and finish; over her skirt she wore a holland ap.r.o.n trimmed with white edging.
"You might have been ready for me, child. Where had you hidden yourself?" said her mistress, in a tone at once cross and indifferent.
"I was in the kitchen. I went to put a few st.i.tches into Teresa's skirt; she had torn it on a nail," replied the girl, with affected servility.
Clementina made no reply, absorbed, no doubt, in thought. Standing in front of the mirror to take off her cloak, she gazed at herself with the perennial interest which a pretty woman feels in her own face.
"Did you go to Escobar's?" she asked at length.
"Yes, Senora."
"And what did he say?"
"That he has no silk so thick of that colour, but that he would send for it if the Senora wishes."
"Turura! That journey won't kill him! And to the milliner's?"
"Yes, they will send the caps on Sat.u.r.day."
"Did you inquire after Father Miguel?"
"No, I had not time. It is such a long way."
"A long way! Why, did you not go in the carriage?"
"No, Senora. Juanito said that the mare was not shod."
"Then why did he not put in one of the Normandy horses?"
"I do not know. Whenever you tell me to take the carriage he finds some excuse."
"So it seems. Never mind, child; I will see to it. What next, Senor Juanito, with your masterful airs?"
But as she glanced up at the maid's face in the gla.s.s she thought she noticed something strange about her eyes, and turned round to see her better. In fact, Estefania's eyes were red with weeping.
"You have been crying, child?"
"I--no, Senora, no."
The denial was evidently a subterfuge. The lady had not to press her much to make her confess even the cause of her tears.
"The head cook, Senora," she whimpered out, "who used to take my part--when I say anything he bursts out laughing or says something rude, and the others, of course, as they are jealous because you are good to me, and to flatter the cook--the others laugh too; and because I said I should tell you, he said all manner of horrid things, and turned me out of the kitchen."
"Turned you out! And who is he to turn you out?" exclaimed her mistress vehemently. "Tell him to come here. I must give him a rowing, as well as Juanito, it seems! If we do not take care, the servants will rule this house instead of the masters."
"Senora, I dare not. If you would send Fernando!"
"Do as you please, but bring him here."
She had worked herself up into high wrath at the girl's story. Estefania was her favourite, whom she petted above all the other servants, and made the confidant of many of her secrets. The girl's fawning and flattery had won her heart so completely that, without being aware of it, she had allowed a large part of her will to go with it. It was, in fact, Estefania who ruled the house, since she ruled its mistress. The servant who could not win her good graces might prepare sooner or later to lose his place. And what happened was the necessary result in all such cases: the mistress's favourite was hated by all the rest of the household, not only from envy--the disgraceful pa.s.sion which exists, in a greater or less degree, in every human being--but also because the nature that is hypocritical and time-serving to superiors, is inevitably haughty and malevolent to inferiors.
The _chef_, on being called by Fernando, to whom Estefania gave the message, soon made his appearance at the door of the boudoir wearing the insignia of his office, to wit, a clean ap.r.o.n and cap, both as white as snow. He was a man of about thirty, with a fresh and not bad-looking face, and large black whiskers. The frown on his brow and the anxious expression in his eyes betrayed that he knew why he had been sent for.
Clementina had seated herself on the ottoman. Estefania withdrew into a corner, and when the cook came in she fixed her eyes on the floor.
"I hear, Cayetano, that after behaving very rudely to my maid, you turned her out of the kitchen. I have, therefore, sent for you to tell you that I will not allow any servant to behave badly to another; nor are you permitted to turn any one out so long as you are in my house."
"Senora, I did nothing to her. It is she who treats us all badly--teasing one and nagging at another, till there is no peace," the cook replied, with a strong Gallician accent.
"Well, even if she teases one and nags at another, you have not any right to insult her. She is to tell me, and there is an end of it,"
replied his mistress sharply, and mimicking his accent.
"But you see----"
"I see nothing. You hear what I say; there is an end of it," and she waved her hand imperiously.
The cook, with his face scarlet and quivering with rage, stood without stirring for a few seconds. Then, before he withdrew, he boldly fixed his wrathful gaze on the girl, who kept her eyes on the carpet with a bland hypocrisy which betrayed the triumph of her self-importance.
"Tell-tale!" he said, spitting out the words rather than speaking them.
The lady rose from her seat, and, bursting with rage at this want of respect, she exclaimed:
"How dare you insult her before my face? Go, instantly. Get out of my sight!"
"Senora, what I say is, that the fault is hers."
"So much the better. Go!"
"We will all go--out of the house, Senora. We can none of us put up with that impudent minx!"
"You go forthwith, as though you had never come! You may find yourself another place, for I will never allow any servant to get the upper hand of me."
Froth Part 10
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