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"Hold your tongue! don't mention the name of a Thelenie before these ladies!" Then he added, turning to Honorine: "I will call for Chamoureau myself, madame, and take him to the notary's. In that way I can answer for his punctuality."
"That, monsieur, will put the finis.h.i.+ng touch to your kindness, for Monsieur Chamoureau seems to us very absent-minded."
"Pray excuse me, madame; I am in fact very busy concerning--er--it's all Freluchon's fault!"
"Come, Chamoureau, let us be off."
And Edmond took the agent away.
The next day, thanks to the young man's activity, all the parties met at the appointed time at the notary's office, and Madame Dalmont became the owner of the little house at Ch.e.l.les.
A glance from Agathe amply rewarded Edmond for all the trouble he had taken to bring the affair to a speedy conclusion. And Honorine added to his happiness by saying again:
"You will be welcome, monsieur, at that house of which I am now the owner, thanks to your efforts and your kindness."
XVII
ONE OF THE DREGS
The fair Thelenie returned to her apartment, accompanied by her friend Helose, about an hour after Chamoureau had taken his leave under Monsieur Beauregard's escort. As she entered the room she tossed aside shawl, hat, gloves and the rest, with the angry gesture characteristic of her. Then she threw herself on a couch, while her friend Helose picked up the hat and gloves from the floor, saying:
"You must admit that you take very little care of your things. Such a pretty hat, almost new! and that's the way you treat it! Why, I would make this hat last till June. Bless me! I haven't the means to buy them as often as you do! How much did this one cost? At least fifty-five francs, I'll bet; milliners are getting to be out of reach. Did I guess right?"
"For heaven's sake! Helose, let me alone; you must see that I'm out of humor."
"Oh! you're always out of humor now; you make a great mistake to torment yourself all the time;--it will change your whole appearance, it will make your complexion yellow. If you want to remain pretty, you must never lose your temper. A medical student told me that. He ought to know a lot, for he attended lectures ten years. He also told me that if I wanted to be well, I must be gay; for there's nothing that's so healthy as gayety."
"Every ten years' student ought to know that gayety can't be administered at pleasure, like a syrup or a drug. To tell a person to be gay is as foolish as to tell him not to have a headache! However, I know perfectly well that I am not sensible; but when I saw Edmond drive by in a cab with his new pa.s.sion, I could not restrain a spasm of anger."
"Yes, and you nearly caused us to be run over by a coupe."
"But that little flower-maker is a horrid-looking creature; it makes one ashamed to be deserted for such a fright."
"Horrid-looking! oh! that's nonsense. She has a cunning little way with her, and a saucy face such as men like."
"She is as common as one can imagine. If Edmond had left me for a very pretty woman, I would forgive him."
"That is not true; you would be even more put out. Oh! I know all about that; it's always some little compensation to be able to say to yourself: 'I am certainly prettier than she is, and his new love won't last long.'"
Thelenie rang for her maid and Mademoiselle Melie appeared.
"Has anybody been here while I have been out?"
"Yes, madame, that gentleman who came a few days ago, and who was so amusing when he went away; who had torn his coat, and--another part of his clothes."
"Ah! Monsieur Chamoureau?"
"That's the name, madame: Monsieur Chamoureau."
"What did he want?"
"Why, to see madame; he seemed very much disappointed not to find her and asked me if madame would be out long; he wanted to wait."
"The idiot! does he propose to wear me out with his calls; however, as soon as he bores me too much, I shall have no hesitation in forbidding him my door. Very well; leave me."
"He is the Spaniard of the Opera ball who kept pulling up his boots, isn't he?" said Mademoiselle Helose, when the maid had left the room.
"Yes, and the great clown, whom I instructed to tell me everything that happened at a certain supper after the ball,--I knew that he was to sup with Edmond and his friends and their ladies. What do you suppose Monsieur Chamoureau did? he went to sleep in the middle of supper, and when he woke, everybody had gone!"
"He was drunk, probably!"
"And then he comes to see me, and makes me an impa.s.sioned declaration of love!"
"Accompanied by diamonds or a cashmere shawl?"
"By nothing whatever! What do you suppose he proposed to me? Oh! it's enough to make one die of laughter!"
"To mend his linen?"
"To marry him--to become Madame Chamoureau!"
"Well! you want a position in society."
"A pretty position that would be! My gentleman makes four thousand francs with his office; and as I have ten thousand francs a year, I should be the one to enrich him. Fancy me making Monsieur Chamoureau's fortune!"
"But in that case the fellow isn't as stupid as he looks."
"Oh! he has no selfish designs. He is really very much in love with me--according to what he says, at least.--Madame Chamoureau! what an absurd name!"
"Well, I am not so particular as you are; if he wants to marry me, I'll take him. I am not such a bad writer, I'll be a clerk in his office."
"I had an idea that you weren't very strong in spelling. One day you wrote me, being short of money: 'Are you in funds? can I go to your cash-box?' And you spelt _cash_ with a _q_."
"Well! what difference does it make whether it's a _c_ or a _q_ so long as the p.r.o.nunciation's the same? Besides, I've heard it said that nowadays people write as they choose, and that it's much more _comme il faut_ not to bother about spelling, because in old times the great n.o.bles didn't know anything about it."
"For my part, I don't consider it good form to make blunders in speaking."
"Why, did you have such a very fine education, Thelenie? I thought you'd never been to school; I had an idea that your mother sold cooked sausages in a shop where there was always a long line of people waiting; there was a stove----"
The lovely brunette flashed a savage glance at Helose and replied, smiling bitterly:
"Ah! so you propose to be nasty too, do you? Be careful, my poor Helose, you won't have much chance with me."
"I have no intention of saying anything nasty! Between ourselves, you can't make me believe that you're a d.u.c.h.ess's daughter. I have been told that your mother sold sausages fried on a stove, but I don't see any harm in it. It's as good a trade as another."