“ ‘ “Monsieur,” she said, finding a chair for me, “will you be so good as to wait?”
“ ‘ “Until this time tomorrow, madame,” I said, folding up the bill again. “I cannot legally protest this bill any sooner.” And within myself I said—“Pay the price of your luxury, pay for your name, pay for your ease, pay for the monopoly which you enjoy! The rich have invented judges and courts of law to secure their goods, and the guillotine—that candle in which so many lie in silk, under silken coverlets, there is remorse, and grinding of teeth beneath a smile, and those fantastical lions’ jaws are gaping to set their fangs in your heart.”
“ ‘ “Protest the bill! Can you mean it?” she cried, with her eyes upon me; “could you have so little consideration for me?”
“ ‘ “If the King himself owed money to me, madame, and did not pay it, I should summons him even sooner than any other debtor.”
“ ‘While we were speaking, somebody tapped gently at the door.
“ ‘ “I cannot see anyone,” she cried imperiously.
“ ‘ “But, Anastasie, I particularly wish to speak to you.”
“ ‘ “Not just now, dear,” she answered in a milder tone, but with no sign of relenting.
“ ‘ “What nonsense! You are talking to someone,” said the voice, and in came a man who could only be the Count.
“ ‘The Countess gave me a glance. I saw how it was. She was thoroughly in my power. There was a time, when I was young, and might perhaps have been stupid enough not to protest the bill. At Pondicherry, in 1763, I let a woman off, and nicely she paid me out afterwards. I deserved it; what call was there for me to trust her?
“ ‘ “What does this gentleman want?” asked the Count.
“ ‘I could see that the Countess was trembling from head to foot; the white satin skin of her throat was rough, “turned to goose flesh,” to use the familiar expression. As for me, I laughed in myself without moving a muscle.
“ ‘ “This gentleman is one of my tradesmen,” she said.
“ ‘The Count turned his back on me; I drew the bill half out of my pocket. After that inexorable movement, she came over to me and put a diamond into my hands. “Take it,” she said, “and be gone.”
“ ‘We exchanged values, and I made my bow and went. The diamond was quite worth twelve hundred francs to me. Out in the courtyard I saw a swarm of flunkeys, brushing out their liveries, waxing their boots, and cleaning sumptuous equipages.
“ ‘ “This is what brings these people to me!” said I to myself. “It is to keep up this kind of thing that they steal millions with all due formalities, and betray their country. The great lord, and the little man who apes the great lord, bathes in mud once for all to save himself a splash or two when he goes afoot through the streets.”
“ ‘Just then the great gates were opened to admit a cabriolet. It was the same young fellow who had brought the bill to me.
“ ‘ “Sir,” I said, as he alighted, “here are two hundred francs, which I beg you to return to Mme. la Comtesse, and have the goodness to tell her that I hold the pledge which she deposited with me this morning at her disposition for a week.”
“ ‘He took the two hundred francs, and an ironical smile stole over his face; it was as if he had said, “Aha! so she has paid it, has she? … Faith, so much the better!” I read the Countess’ future in his face. That good-looking, fair-haired young gentleman is a heartless gambler; he will ruin himself, ruin her, ruin her husband, ruin the children, eat up their portions, and work more havoc in Parisian salons than a whole battery of howitzers in a regiment.
“ ‘I went back to see Mlle. Fanny in the Rue Montmartre, climbed a very steep, narrow staircase, and reached a two-roomed dwelling on the fifth floor. Everything was as neat as a new ducat. I did not see a speck of dust on the furniture in the first room, where Mlle. Fanny was sitting. Mlle. Fanny herself was a young Parisian girl, quietly dressed, with a delicate fresh face, and a winning look. The arrangement of her neatly brushed chestnut hair in a double curve on her forehead lent a refined expression to blue eyes, clear as crystal. The broad daylight streaming in through the short curtains against the window pane fell with softened light on her girlish face. A pile of shaped pieces of linen told me that she was a sempstress. She looked like a spirit of solitude. When I held out the bill, I remarked that she had not been at home when I called in the morning.
“ ‘ “But the money was left with the porter’s wife,” said she.
“ ‘I pretended not to understand.
“ ‘ “You go out early, mademoiselle, it seems.”
“ ‘ “I very seldom leave my room; but when you work all night, you are obliged to take a bath sometimes.”
“ ‘I looked at her. A glance told me all about her life. Here was a girl condemned by misfortune to toil, a girl who came of honest farmer folk, for she had still a freckle or two that told of country birth. There was an indefinable atmosphere of goodness about her; I felt as if I were breathing sincerity and frank innocence. It was refreshing to my lungs. Poor innocent child, she had faith in something; there was a crucifix and a sprig or two of green box above her poor little painted wooden bedstead; I felt touched, or somewhat inclined that way. I felt ready to offer to charge no more than twelve percent, and so give something towards establishing her in a good way of business.
“ ‘ “But maybe she has a little youngster of a cousin,” I said to myself, “who would raise money on her signature and sponge on the poor girl.”
“ ‘So I went away, keeping my generous impulses well under control; for I have frequently had occasion to observe that
