Dr. Hortebise's private arrangements were sadly upset by his being compelled to accede to the desire of Tantaine and Mascarin, and in granting hospitality to Paul Violaine; and in spite of the brilliant visions of the future, he often devoutly wished that Mascarin and his young friend were at the other side of the world; but for all that he never thought of attempting to evade the order he had received. He therefore set himself steadily to his task, endeavoring to form Paul's mind, blunt his conscience, and prepare him for the inevitable part that he would soon have to play.
Paul found in him a most affable companion, pleasant, witty, and gifted with great conversational powers. Five days were thus spent breakfasting at well-known restaurants, driving in the Bois, and dining at clubs of which the doctor was a member, while the evenings were passed at the banker's. The doctor played cards with his host, while Paul and Flavia conversed together in low whispers, or else hung over the piano together. But every kind of agreeable existence comes to an end, and one day Daddy Tantaine entered the room, his face radiant with delight.
"I have secured you the sweetest little nest in the world," cried he merrily. "It is not so fine as this, but more in accordance with your position.""Where is it?" asked Paul.
Tantaine waited. "You won't wear out much shoe leather," said he, "in walking to a certain banker's, for your lodgings are close to his house."That Tantaine had a splendid talent for arrangement Paul realized as soon as he entered his new place of abode, which was in the Rue Montmartre, and consisted of some neat, quiet rooms, just such as an artist who had conquered his first difficulties would inhabit. The apartments were on the third floor, and comprised a tiny entrance hall, sitting-room, bed and dressing room. A piano stood near the window in the sitting-room. The furniture and curtains were tasteful and in good order, but nothing was new. One thing surprised Paul very much; he had been told that the apartments had been taken and furnished three days ago, and yet it seemed as if they had been inhabited for years, and that the owner had merely stepped out a few minutes before. The unmade bed, and the half-burnt candles in the sleeping-room added to this impression, while on the rug lay a pair of worn slippers. The fire had not gone out entirely, and a half-smoked cigar lay on the mantelpiece.
On the table in the sitting-room was a sheet of music paper, with a few bars jotted down upon it. Paul felt so convinced that he was in another person's rooms, that he could not help exclaiming, "But surely some one has been living in these chambers.""We are in your own home, my dear boy," said Tantaine.
"But you took over everything, I suppose, and the original proprietor simply walked out?"Tantaine smiled, as though an unequivocal compliment had been paid him.
"Why, do you not know your own home?" asked he; "you have been living here for the last twelve months.""I can't understand you," answered Paul, opening his eyes in astonishment; "you must be jesting.""I am entirely in earnest; for more than a year you have been established here. If you want a proof of the correctness of my assertion, call up the porter." He ran to the head of the staircase and called out, "Come up, Mother Brigaut."In a few moments a stout old woman came panting into the room.
"And how are you, Mother Brigaut?" said Tantaine gayly. "I have a word or two to say to you. You know that gentleman, do you not?""What a question? as if I did not know one of the gentlemen lodging here?""What is his name?"
"M. Paul."
"What, plain M. Paul, and nothing else?"
"Well, sir, it is not his fault if he did not know his father or mother.""What does he do?"
"He is a musician; he gives lessons on the piano, and composes music.""Does he do a good business?"
"I can't say, sir, but I should guess about two or three hundred francs a month; and he makes that do, for he is economical and quiet, and as modest as a young girl."Tantaine's face shone all over with satisfaction.
"You must have known M. Paul for some time, as you seem so thoroughly acquainted with his habits?" said he.
"Well, I ought to, for he has been here nearly fifteen months, and all that time I have looked after his room.""Do you know where he lived before he came here?""Of course I do, for I went to inquire about him in the Rue Jacob. The people there were quite cut up at his leaving, but you see this was more handy for the music publisher in the Rue Richelieu, for whom he works.""Good, Mother Brigaut; that will do; you can leave us now."As Paul listened to this brief conversation, he wondered if he was awake or asleep. Tantaine stood at the door and watched the woman down stairs; then he closed it carefully, and coming up to Paul, said,--"Well, what do you think of all this?"
At first Paul was so astounded that he could hardly find words in which to express himself; but he remembered the words that Dr.
Hortebise had so often dinned into his ears during the last five days,--"Let nothing astonish you."
"I suppose," said he at last, "that you had taught this old woman her lesson beforehand.""Merciful powers!" exclaimed Tantaine in tones of extreme disgust. "If these are all the ideas you have gained from what you have heard, our task will not be by any means an easy one."Paul was wounded by Tantaine's contemptuous manner.
"I understand well enough, sir," answered he sulkily, "that this is merely a prologue to a romantic drama.""You are right, my lad," cried he, in a more satisfied voice; "and it is one that is quite indispensable. The plot of the drama will be revealed to you later on, and also the reward you will receive if you play your part well.""But why cannot you tell me everything now?"
Tantaine shook his head.
"Have patience, you rash boy!" said he. "Rome was not built in a day.
Be guided by me, and follow blindly the orders of those interested in you. This is your first lesson; think it over seriously.""My first lesson! What do you mean?"
