porter opened the door connecting the two houses. At the near end of the garden, in a kind of greenhouse built somewhat in the style of a Japanese pavilion, they found Madame Deberle and her sister Pauline, both idling away their time, for some embroidery, thrown on the little table, lay there neglected.
'Oh, how good of you to come!' cried Juliette. 'You must sit down here. Pauline, move that table away! It is still rather cool you know to sit out of doors, but from this pavilion we can keep a watch on the children. Now, little ones, run away and play; but take care not to fall!'
The large door of the pavilion stood open, and on each side were portable mirrors, whose covers had been removed so that they allowed one to view the garden's expanse as from the threshold of a tent. The garden, with a green sward in the centre, flanked by beds of flowers, was separated from the Rue Vineuse by a plain iron railing, but against this grew a thick green hedge, which prevented the curious from gazing in. Ivy, clematis, and woodbine clung and wound around the railings, and behind this first curtain of foliage came a second one of lilacs and laburnums. Even in the winter the ivy leaves and the close network of branches sufficed to shut off the view. But the great charm of the garden lay in its having at the far end a few lofty trees, some magnificent elms, which concealed the grimy wall of a five-story house. Amidst all the neighboring houses these trees gave the spot the aspect of a nook in some park, and seemed to increase the dimensions of this little Parisian garden, which was swept like a drawing-room. Between two of the elms hung a swing, the seat of which was green with damp.
Helene leaned forward the better to view the scene.
'Oh, it is a hole!' exclaimed Madame Deberle carelessly. 'Still, trees are so rare in Paris that one is happy in having half a dozen of one's own.'
'No, no, you have a very pleasant place,' murmured Helene.
The sun filled the pale atmosphere that day with a golden dust, its rays streaming slowly through the leafless branches of the trees. These assumed a ruddier tint, and you could see the delicate purple gems softening the cold grey of the bark. On the lawn and along the walks the grass and gravel glittered amidst the haze that seemed to ooze from the ground. No flower was in blossom; only the happy flush which the sunshine cast upon the soil revealed the approach of spring.
'At this time of year it is rather dull,' resumed Madame Deberle. 'In June it is as cozy as a nest; the trees prevent any one from looking in, and we enjoy perfect privacy.' At this point she paused to call: 'Lucien, you must come away from that watertap!'
The lad, who was doing the honors of the garden, had led Jeanne towards a tap under the steps. Here he had turned on the water, which he allowed to splash on the tips of his boots. It was a game that he delighted in. Jeanne, with grave face, looked on while he wetted his feet.
'Wait a moment!' said Pauline, rising. 'I'll go and stop his nonsense!'
But Juliette held her back.
'You'll do no such thing; you are even more of a madcap than he is. The other day both of you looked as if you had taken a bath. How is it that a big girl like you cannot remain two minutes seated? Lucien!' she continued directing her eyes on her son, 'turn off the water at once!'
The child, in his fright, made an effort to obey her. But instead of turning the tap off, he turned it on all the more, and the water gushed forth with a force and a noise that made him lose his head. He recoiled, splashed up to the shoulders.
'Turn off the water at once!' again ordered his mother, whose cheeks were flushing with anger.
Jeanne, hitherto silent, then slowly, and with the greatest caution, ventured near the tap; while Lucien burst into loud sobbing at sight of this cold stream, which terrified him, and which he was powerless to stop. Carefully drawing her skirt between her legs, Jeanne stretched out her bare hands so as not to wet her sleeves, and closed the tap without receiving a sprinkle. The flow instantly ceased. Lucien, astonished and inspired with respect, dried his tears and gazed with swollen eyes at the girl.
'Oh, that child puts me beside myself!' exclaimed Madame Deberle, her complexion regaining its usual pallor, while she stretched herself out, as though wearied to death.
Helene deemed it right to intervene. 'Jeanne,' she called, 'take his hand, and amuse yourselves by walking up and down.'
Jeanne took hold of Lucien's hand, and both gravely paced the paths with little steps. She was much taller than her companion, who had to stretch his arm up towards her; but this solemn amusement, which consisted in a ceremonious circuit of the lawn, appeared to absorb them and invest them with a sense of great importance. Jeanne, like a genuine lady, gazed about, preoccupied with her own thoughts; Lucien every now and then would venture a glance at her; but not a word was said by either.
'How droll they are!' said Madame Deberle, smiling, and again at her ease. 'I must say that your Jeanne is a dear, good child. She is so obedient, so well behaved-'
'Yes, when she is in the company of others,' broke in Helene. 'She is a great trouble at times. Still, she loves me, and does her best to be good so as not to vex me.'
Then they spoke of children; how girls were more precocious than boys; though it would be wrong to deduce too much from Lucien's unintelligent face. In another year he would doubtless lose all his gawkiness and become quite a gallant. Finally, Madame Deberle resumed her embroidery, making perhaps two stitches in a minute. Helene, who was only happy when busy, begged permission to bring her work the next time she came. She found her companions somewhat dull, and whiled away the time in examining the Japanese pavilion. The walls and ceiling were hidden by tapestry worked in gold, with designs showing bright cranes in full flight, butterflies, and flowers and views in which blue ships were tossing upon yellow rivers. Chairs, and ironwood flower-stands were scattered about; on the floor some fine mats were spread; while the lacquered furnishings were littered with trinkets, small bronzes and vases, and strange toys painted in all the hues of the rainbow. At the far end stood a grotesque idol in Dresden china, with bent legs and bare, protruding stomach, which at the least movement shook its head with a terrible and amusing look.
'Isn't it horribly ugly?' asked Pauline, who had been watching Helene as she glanced round. 'I say, sister, you know that all these purchases of yours are so much rubbish! Malignon calls your Japanese museum 'the sixpenny bazaar.' Oh, by the way, talking of him, I met him. He was with a lady, and such a lady-Florence, of the Varietes Theatre.'
'Where was it?' asked Juliette immediately. 'How I shall tease him!'
'On the boulevards. He's coming here to-day, is he not?'
She was not vouchsafed any reply. The ladies had all at once become uneasy owing to the disappearance of the children, and called to them. However, two shrill voices immediately answered:
'We are here!'
Half hidden by a spindle tree, they were sitting on the grass in the middle of the lawn.
'What are you about?'
'We have put up at an inn,' answered Lucien. 'We are resting in our room.'
Greatly diverted, the women watched them for a time. Jeanne seemed quite contented with the game. She was cutting the grass around her, doubtless with the intention of preparing breakfast. A piece of wood, picked up among the shrubs, represented a trunk. And now they were talking. Jeanne, with great conviction in her tone, was declaring that they were in Switzerland, and that they would set out to see the glaciers, which rather astonished Lucien.
'Ha, here he is!' suddenly exclaimed Pauline.
Madame Deberle turned, and caught sight of Malignon descending the steps. He had scarcely time to make his bow and sit down before she attacked him.
'Oh,' she said, 'it is nice of you to go about everywhere saying that I have nothing but rubbishy ornaments about me!'
'You mean this little saloon of yours? Oh yes,' said he, quite at his ease. 'You haven't anything worth looking at here!'
'What! not my china figure?' she asked, quite hurt.
'No, no, everything is quite
'Your taste, forsooth! just talk about your taste!' she retorted, flushing crimson and feeling quite angry. 'You have been seen with a lady-'
'What lady?' he asked, surprised by the violence of the attack.
