“We produce a good effect in this way, the two of us side by side. Ah! my poor darling, I could eat you!”
He was now her chattel, her property. She wore on her face a continuous radiance, while at the same time she appeared more languishing in manner, more rounded in figure; and, without being able to explain in what way, he found her altered, nevertheless.
One day she informed him, as if it were a very important bit of news, that my lord Arnoux had lately set up a linen-draper’s shop for a woman who was formerly employed in his pottery-works. He used to go there every evening—“he spent a great deal on it no later than a week ago; he had even given her a set of rosewood furniture.”
“How do you know that?” said Frederick.
“Oh! I’m sure of it.”
Delphine, while carrying out some orders for her, had made enquiries about the matter. She must, then, be much attached to Arnoux to take such a deep interest in his movements. He contented himself with saying to her in reply:
“What does this signify to you?”
Rosanette looked surprised at this question.
“Why, the rascal owes me money. Isn’t it atrocious to see him keeping beggars?”
Then, with an expression of triumphant hate in her face:
“Besides, she is having a nice laugh at him. She has three others on hand. So much the better; and I’ll be glad if she eats him up, even to the last farthing!”
Arnoux had, in fact, let himself be made use of by the girl from Bordeaux with the indulgence which characterises senile attachments. His manufactory was no longer going on. The entire state of his affairs was pitiable; so that, in order to set them afloat again, he was at first projecting the establishment of a café chantant, at which only patriotic pieces would be sung. With a grant from the Minister, this establishment would become at the same time a focus for the purpose of propagandism and a source of profit. Now that power had been directed into a different channel, the thing was impossible.
His next idea was a big military hat-making business. He lacked capital, however, to give it a start.
He was not more fortunate in his domestic life. Madame Arnoux was less agreeable in manner towards him, sometimes even a little rude. Berthe always took her father’s part. This increased the discord, and the house was becoming intolerable. He often set forth in the morning, passed his day in making long excursions out of the city, in order to divert his thoughts, then dined at a rustic tavern, abandoning himself to his reflections.
The prolonged absence of Frederick disturbed his habits. Then he presented himself one afternoon, begged of him to come and see him as in former days, and obtained from him a promise to do so.
Frederick did not feel sufficient courage within him to go back to Madame Arnoux’s house. It seemed to him as if he had betrayed her. But this conduct was very pusillanimous. There was no excuse for it. There was only one way of ending the matter, and so, one evening, he set out on his way.
As the rain was falling, he had just turned up the Passage Jouffroy, when, under the light shed from the shopwindows, a fat little man accosted him. Frederick had no difficulty in recognising Compain, that orator whose motion had excited so much laughter at the club. He was leaning on the arm of an individual whose head was muffled in a zouave’s red cap, with a very long upper lip, a complexion as yellow as an orange, a tuft of beard under his jaw, and big staring eyes listening with wonder.
Compain was, no doubt, proud of him, for he said:
“Let me introduce you to this jolly dog! He is a bootmaker whom I include amongst my friends. Come and let us take something!”
Frederick having thanked him, he immediately thundered against Rateau’s motion, which he described as a manoeuvre of the aristocrats. In order to put an end to it, it would be necessary to begin ’93 over again! Then he enquired about Regimbart and some others, who were also well known, such as Masselin, Sanson, Lecornu, Maréchal, and a certain Deslauriers, who had been implicated in the case of the carbines lately intercepted at Troyes.
All this was new to Frederick. Compain knew nothing more about the subject. He quitted the young man with these words:
“You’ll come soon, will you not? for you belong to it.”
“To what?”
“The calf’s head!”
“What calf’s head?”
“Ha, you rogue!” returned Compain, giving him a tap on the stomach.
And the two terrorists plunged into a café.
Ten minutes later Frederick was no longer thinking of Deslauriers. He was on the footpath of the Rue de Paradis in front of a house; and he was staring at the light which came from a lamp in the second floor behind a curtain.
At length he ascended the stairs.
“Is Arnoux there?”
The chambermaid answered:
“No; but come in all the same.”
And, abruptly opening a door:
“Madame, it is Monsieur Moreau!”
She arose, whiter than the collar round her neck.
“To what do I owe the honour—of a visit—so unexpected?”
“Nothing. The pleasure of seeing old friends once more.”
And as he took a seat:
“How is the worthy Arnoux going on?”
“Very well. He has gone out.”
“Ah, I understand! still following his old nightly practices. A little distraction!”
“And why not? After a day spent in making calculations, the head needs a rest.”
She even praised her husband as a hardworking man. Frederick was irritated at hearing this eulogy; and pointing towards a piece of black cloth with a narrow blue braid which lay on her lap:
“What is it you are doing there?”
“A jacket which I am trimming for my daughter.”
“Now that you remind me of it, I have not seen her. Where is she, pray?”
“At a boarding-school,” was Madame Arnoux’s reply.
Tears came into her eyes. She held them back, while she rapidly plied her needle. To keep himself in countenance, he took up a
