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A Start in Life [15]

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confidential remarks which they have just

exchanged.



Often--that is to say, three or four times a month--Pierrotin, on his

way to Paris, would find the steward on the road near La Cave. As soon

as the vehicle came up, Moreau would sign to a gardener, who, with

Pierrotin's help, would put upon the coach either one or two baskets

containing the fruits and vegetables of the season, chickens, eggs,

butter, and game. The steward always paid the carriage and Pierrotin's

fee, adding the money necessary to pay the toll at the barriere, if

the baskets contained anything dutiable. These baskets, hampers, or

packages, were never directed to any one. On the first occasion, which

served for all others, the steward had given Madame Clapart's address

by word of mouth to the discreet Pierrotin, requesting him never to

deliver to others the precious packages. Pierrotin, impressed with the

idea of an intrigue between the steward and some pretty girl, had gone

as directed to number 7 rue de la Cerisaie, in the Arsenal quarter,

and had there found the Madame Clapart just portrayed, instead of the

young and beautiful creature he expected to find.



The drivers of public conveyances and carriers are called by their

business to enter many homes, and to be cognizant of many secrets; but

social accident, that sub-providence, having willed that they be

without education and devoid of the talent of observation, it follows

that they are not dangerous. Nevertheless, at the end of a few months,

Pierrotin was puzzled to explain the exact relations of Monsieur

Moreau and Madame Clapart from what he saw of the household in the rue

de la Cerisaie. Though lodgings were not dear at that time in the

Arsenal quarter, Madame Clapart lived on a third floor at the end of a

court-yard, in a house which was formerly that of a great family, in

the days when the higher nobility of the kingdom lived on the ancient

site of the Palais des Tournelles and the hotel Saint-Paul. Toward the

end of the sixteenth century, the great seigneurs divided among

themselves these vast spaces, once occupied by the gardens of the

kings of France, as indicated by the present names of the streets,--

Cerisaie, Beautreillis, des Lions, etc. Madame Clapart's apartment,

which was panelled throughout with ancient carvings, consisted of

three connecting rooms, a dining-room, salon, and bedroom. Above it

was the kitchen, and a bedroom for Oscar. Opposite to the entrance, on

what is called in Paris "le carre,"--that is, the square landing,--was

the door of a back room, opening, on every floor, into a sort of tower

built of rough stone, in which was also the well for the staircase.

This was the room in which Moreau slept whenever he went to Paris.



Pierrotin had seen in the first room, where he deposited the hampers,

six wooden chairs with straw seats, a table, and a sideboard; at the

windows, discolored curtains. Later, when he entered the salon, he

noticed some old Empire furniture, now shabby; but only as much as all

proprietors exact to secure their rent. Pierrotin judged of the

bedroom by the salon and dining-room. The wood-work, painted coarsely

of a reddish white, which thickened and blurred the mouldings and

figurines, far from being ornamental, was distressing to the eye. The

floors, never waxed, were of that gray tone we see in boarding-

schools. When Pierrotin came upon Monsieur and Madame Clapart at their

meals he saw that their china, glass, and all other little articles

betrayed the utmost poverty; and yet, though the chipped and mended

dishes and tureens were those of the poorest families and provoked

pity, the forks and spoons were of silver.



Monsieur Clapart, clothed in a shabby surtout, his feet in broken

slippers, always wore green spectacles, and exhibited, whenever he

removed his shabby cap of a bygone period, a pointed skull, from the

top of which trailed a few dirty filaments which even a
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