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"You mean a fat little fellow with a face that looked like a painting, and a small gla.s.s in one eye?"
"That's the man, you know him."
"Well, we are hunting him."
"Is he a stag?"
"Yes; we are even afraid that he's a kite!"[K]
"A kite! and you want to hitch something to his tail, so that he'll go up straighter."
"Ha! ha! ha! On the contrary, we're running after him to prevent his flying at all. If you see him, tell him a lady wants to see him at Tortoni's."
"No, no, messieurs; Tobie wouldn't believe that; he knows that ladies don't often go to Tortoni's, and that they wouldn't give him a rendezvous there; the best way would be to have Bastringuette tell our man that a lady, who wishes to see him alone, will expect him, at nine in the evening, at the--the--Pate des Italiens.--You might even give him a handsome bouquet, and tell him that the lady sent it to him. And when you have done it, just tell one of the waiters in the cafe, and he will inform us; we all go there every day."
"Bravo!" said Mouillot; "that's an excellent scheme; if our flower girl here sees Tobie and tells him that, he will surely fall into the trap, and we'll nab our man at the Pate des Italiens."
"Well, Bastringuette, will you do what we want?"
"Why not?--that is, if I see the man."
"Oh! you will surely see him! But what's the trouble, Bastringuette? you don't seem in as good spirits as usual to-day; has there been any difficulty in our love affairs?"
The tall girl replaced her tray on her hip, with a sigh, and answered:
"My love affairs! Oh! they're all done with; they've gone to bed."
"What do you mean? Has Sans-Cravate been unfaithful to you?"
"Just the opposite; I tried to be to him."
"Bravo! good enough! that's frank, at all events! Agree, messieurs, that very few women who act like Bastringuette would answer as she did."
"Oh! bless my soul! I don't take four roads to get to a place. I don't know how to hide my pa.s.sions. I didn't want to deceive Sans-Cravate, so I told him that I didn't love him any more."
"And he tried to force you to stay with him--to love him?"
"Not much! as if a man could force a woman to do such things when it don't suit her! You're pretty countrified still, if you think that. A woman ain't to be forced--I don't care how many keys and picklocks you have. When she don't choose to--good-day!"
"Well, then, why are you so dismal? is your new love affair going wrong already?"
"I tell you that I haven't got any love affair--that I don't propose to have any more!"
"But you say you tried to be unfaithful to Sans-Cravate?"
"That's all right! that's my business, my secret; it don't concern you!
Are you my fathers and mothers, to cross-examine me like this?"
"Ha! ha! beware, messieurs, our ally is on the point of losing her temper."
"Here, Bastringuette," said Albert, tossing a five-franc piece on the girl's tray; "this is for keeping a sharp lookout for Tobie, and we promise you twice as much more if you send him to the rendezvous as we have agreed."
"All right, I'll try to earn it. Adieu, my little loves!"
Bastringuette walked away; and the young men separated, promising to meet in front of Tortoni's at the same hour the next day.
Albert did not fail to be at the rendezvous at the appointed time, and found Mouillot there.
"Celestin and Balivan will be here directly," said the latter; "there's nothing new; Bastringuette hasn't left any word at the cafe. Have you had any better luck?"
"No, I haven't succeeded in discovering the slightest trace of the quarry."
"Perhaps we shall be more fortunate to-morrow."
The next day brought no different result. On the fourth day, Balivan came running into Tortoni's just after his friends.
"I've seen him," he cried, "on Rue de Bondy, near Porte Saint-Martin. I recognized him perfectly, and I am certain he saw me, too, for he turned purple and looked the other way."
"Well! you ran after him----"
"What did he say to you?"
"Did you take him to Varinet's?"
"Has he redeemed his olive?"
"Mon Dieu! my friends, I don't know how it happened; but I noticed at that moment that my cigar was out, and I stepped into a tobacco shop close by to get a light; it took only a minute, but when I returned to the street I looked in every direction--all in vain; I couldn't find Tobie again!"
"The devil take you!"
"Oh! that's just like Balivan! He catches sight of the man we've been hunting for four days, and, instead of grabbing him, he goes into a shop to light his cigar!"
"You ought to take yourself for your model! you'll never find such another."
"Faith! messieurs, I think perhaps you'd have done the same, if you had been in my place. An excellent pure Havana cigar! A fellow can't afford to let it get cold; it's like coffee, it must be taken hot. However, we're sure now that Tobie's in Paris, that's something."
"Why, who ever doubted it? But you won't be the one to make him pay Varinet."
The young men separated, a little discouraged. Two days later, Albert had made no further progress, and he knew that Madame Baldimer might return from the country at any moment. Being determined, however, to purchase the shawl she had praised so extravagantly, before she should return, Albert decided to call upon Madame Plays and brave her indignation.
Having made up his mind, he bent his steps toward her abode; but he took care to purchase a lovely bouquet en route; we must always be gallant, especially with a woman who has had a weakness for us.
It was two o'clock in the afternoon; that was the time of day when the superb Herminie held court in her boudoir and gave audience to those favored mortals who were privileged to enter that mysterious sanctuary.
Albert, who could fairly say: "Having been brought up in the harem, I know all its nooks and corners," pa.s.sed the concierge, with his head in the air, walked directly to a small private staircase, went up to the first floor, stopped in front of a door, and knocked almost like a Freemason.
In a few seconds the door opened, and a lady's-maid, whose face was exceedingly ugly, but much more intellectual than her mistress's, uttered a cry of surprise when she saw Albert.