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"Oh! no, thanks, monsieur!"
"Then I will drink for both of us. This punch is too sweet! Here, waiter, put in more rum, a lot of it!"
"But, monsieur, there's no more punch in the bowl."
"Well! then make another bowl, but make it stronger."
The other bowl was brought.
After drinking two more gla.s.ses, Cherami tried to rise, but was obliged to hold on to the table to keep from falling; however, although he felt that his legs were wavering under him, he determined to maintain his dignity, and did his best to keep his balance as he walked toward the door.
XIV
THE PUNCH PRODUCES ITS EFFECT
"They are a long while coming back, those ladies!" muttered Gustave, coming and going from the room to the corridor.
"Oh! my dear fellow, when a woman's at her toilet, one can never be sure how long a time she'll spend over it. One day, I remember, in the time of my splendor, I was waiting for my mistress, to go to the theatre, to see a new play. I believe it was at the Opera-Comique--but, no matter.
She had finally got dressed,--it had taken her a long while,--when, happening to look in the mirror, she cried: 'My wreath of blue-bottles is too far down on my forehead--I must change it--it's just a matter of putting in a pin.'--'All right,' said I; 'put in your pin. I'll wait'--My dear fellow, that pin, and all the others that she put in after it, took an hour and a half! and when we reached the theatre, the new play was over."
Observing that his young companion had fallen into abstraction once more, and was paying no heed to him, Cherami decided to leave the private room and try his fortunes in the corridor, saying to himself:
"I feel the need of a little fresh air; it's as hot as the tropics in these private dining-rooms. Ah! what do I see yonder? Ladies--many ladies. I must go and cast an eye in that direction. The fair s.e.x attracts me--it's my magnet."
The ladies of the Monleard party were beginning to return, arrayed for the ball. To reach the room where they were to dance, they had to pa.s.s along the corridor to the main staircase. Cherami took his stand at the head of the staircase, and there ogled the ladies, bowed to them all as if he knew them, and spoke to each of them as she pa.s.sed.
"Charming, on my word! A divine costume!--White shoulders that would drive Venus to despair!--Ah! how we are going to flirt!--A very pretty head-dress; bravo!--Ah! here's a mamma who proposes to play the coy maiden. Dear lady, you will find difficulty in getting partners, I warn you. There are pretty faces here that will monopolize all the cavaliers.
Oho! what fine eyes! they are like carbuncles. Who will deign to accept my hand or my arm? I am at your service, fair ladies!"
But the ladies, instead of accepting the hand which my gentleman offered them, pa.s.sed him without replying, or shrank from him, because there was in his whole aspect a seediness entirely out of harmony with their ball-dresses; moreover, he smelt so strongly of punch and liquors that it was impossible to pa.s.s him without receiving a whiff of the odor.
Several ladies put their handkerchiefs to their faces as they hurried by, and some exclaimed: "Why, who can that man be? Where did he come from? He is drunk!--Surely he is not one of Monsieur Monleard's wedding guests. What is he doing there, like a sentinel? He speaks to everybody, and with an astonis.h.i.+ng lack of ceremony. He poisons the air with wine and liquor. Can't somebody send the horrible creature away?"
These complaints soon reached the ears of the gentlemen who had remained to play cards. Some of them rose and walked into the hall, saying:
"Parbleu! we will find out who this fellow is who takes the liberty of speaking to ladies whom he doesn't know!"
Cherami had just offered his hand to a pretty little woman, who had refused it and instantly put her handkerchief to her nose. This pantomime, having been frequently repeated in front of the ex-beau, began to offend him, and he suddenly exclaimed:
"Deuce take it! what's the matter with all these prudes, that they hide their faces with their handkerchiefs? Can it be because they think that I have any desire to kiss them! Ah! I've seen prettier women than you--who didn't run away from me, my princesses!"
"To whom are you speaking, monsieur? Is it these ladies to whom you dare to address such language?"
"Hallo! who's this? where did he come from? Ah! what a n.o.ble head!"
"It is for you, monsieur, to answer those questions. Off with you, at once, or I'll put you out-of-doors."
"Out-of-doors, eh? Understand that I dined here--with my friend Gustave--Gustave something or other--and that I have as much right as you to stay here--that I won't go away."
"I forbid you to speak to these ladies."
"Thanks! I have my cue."
The ladies interposed to prevent a dispute, and succeeded in taking their champions away with them, saying:
"You can see that the man's drunk. What satisfaction do you expect to obtain from a man who hasn't his senses? Leave him there, and pay no more attention to him."
The men yielded to this request, and they left Cherami standing there and entered the ballroom.
Meanwhile, the waiter who had served the dinner in the private room ran up to Cherami.
"The gentleman who dined with you is going away; someone has come for him."
"What! my friend Gustave going away? Why, it's impossible! He won't go without me; besides, he's waiting for the bride; we must have the bride; she's been promised to us."
"He's going, I tell you."
The ex-beau decided to return to the private room, and found at the door his young friend and a man of mature years, short of stature, but with a cold, stern face which imposed respect. They were on the point of leaving.
"Well, well! what does this mean?" cried Cherami. "What! my dear Gustave, going, and without me--your intimate friend, your Orestes, your Patroclus?"
"Who is this new friend of yours, whom I don't know, whom I have never seen with you?" the short man asked Gustave, whose arm he held fast.
"It's a gentleman who has been kind enough to take some interest in me, uncle," faltered Gustave;--"I was so unhappy--and to keep me company."
"And whose dinner you have paid for, I presume? Your friend did not spare himself."
"What do I hear? Monsieur is your uncle?"
"Yes, monsieur; I am Gustave's uncle."
"Then you are Monsieur Grandcourt?"
"Just so."
"Oh! Delighted to make the acquaintance of my friend's uncle."
"I am obliged to you, monsieur; but we are going."
"What! you are going? Pray, do you not know that your dear nephew desires to speak once more with the bride, the faithless f.a.n.n.y?"
"Indeed, I do know it, and it was for the express purpose of preventing that interview, which might result in a scandalous scene, that I came here and that I am taking my nephew away."
"But her little sister, the charming Adolphine, would have obtained an interview for us in secret."