Scenes from a Courtesan's Life [48]
about, as women do, before going to bed; she came and went and fluttered round, singing all the time; you might have thought her a humming-bird.
"In the other--a noble name, family, honors, rank, knowledge of the world!--And no earthly means of combining them!" cried Lucien to himself.
Next morning, at seven, when the poet awoke in the pretty pink-and- white room, he found himself alone. He rang, and Europe hurried in.
"What are monsieur's orders?"
"Esther?"
"Madame went off this morning at a quarter to five. By Monsieur l'Abbe's order, I admitted a new face--carriage paid."
"A woman?"
"No, sir, an English woman--one of those people who do their day's work by night, and we are ordered to treat her as if she were madame. What can you have to say to such hack!--Poor Madame, how she cried when she got into the carriage. 'Well, it has to be done!' cried she. 'I left that poor dear boy asleep,' said she, wiping away her tears; 'Europe, if he had looked at me or spoken my name, I should have stayed--I could but have died with him.'-- I tell you, sir, I am so fond of madame, that I did not show her the person who has taken her place; some waiting maids would have broken her heart by doing so."
"And is the stranger there?"
"Well, sir, she came in the chaise that took away madame, and I hid her in my room in obedience to my instructions----"
"Is she nice-looking?"
"So far as such a second-hand article can be. But she will find her part easy enough if you play yours, sir," said Europe, going to fetch the false Esther.
The night before, ere going to bed, the all-powerful banker had given his orders to his valet, who, at seven in the morning, brought in to him the notorious Louchard, the most famous of the commercial police, whom he left in a little sitting-room; there the Baron joined him, in a dressing gown and slippers.
"You haf mate a fool of me!" he said, in reply to this official's greeting.
"I could not help myself, Monsieur le Baron. I do not want to lose my place, and I had the honor of explaining to you that I could not meddle in a matter that had nothing to do with my functions. What did I promise you? To put you into communication with one of our agents, who, as it seemed to me, would be best able to serve you. But you know, Monsieur le Baron, the sharp lines that divide men of different trades: if you build a house, you do not set a carpenter to do smith's work. Well, there are two branches of the police--the political police and the judicial police. The political police never interfere with the other branch, and vice versa. If you apply to the chief of the political police, he must get permission from the Minister to take up our business, and you would not dare to explain it to the head of the police throughout the kingdom. A police-agent who should act on his own account would lose his place.
"Well, the ordinary police are quite as cautious as the political police. So no one, whether in the Home Office or at the Prefecture of Police, ever moves excepting in the interests of the State or for the ends of Justice.
"If there is a plot or a crime to be followed up, then, indeed, the heads of the corps are at your service; but you must understand, Monsieur le Baron, that they have other fish to fry than looking after the fifty thousand love affairs in Paris. As to me and my men, our only business is to arrest debtors; and as soon as anything else is to be done, we run enormous risks if we interfere with the peace and quiet of any man or woman. I sent you one of my men, but I told you I could not answer for him; you instructed him to find a particular woman in Paris; Contenson bled you of a thousand-franc note, and did not even move. You might as well look for a needle in the river as for a woman in Paris, who is supposed to haunt Vincennes, and of whom the description answers to every pretty woman in the capital."
"And could not Contenson haf tolt me de truf, instead of making me pleed out one tousand franc?"
"Listen to me, Monsieur le Baron," said Louchard. "Will you
"In the other--a noble name, family, honors, rank, knowledge of the world!--And no earthly means of combining them!" cried Lucien to himself.
Next morning, at seven, when the poet awoke in the pretty pink-and- white room, he found himself alone. He rang, and Europe hurried in.
"What are monsieur's orders?"
"Esther?"
"Madame went off this morning at a quarter to five. By Monsieur l'Abbe's order, I admitted a new face--carriage paid."
"A woman?"
"No, sir, an English woman--one of those people who do their day's work by night, and we are ordered to treat her as if she were madame. What can you have to say to such hack!--Poor Madame, how she cried when she got into the carriage. 'Well, it has to be done!' cried she. 'I left that poor dear boy asleep,' said she, wiping away her tears; 'Europe, if he had looked at me or spoken my name, I should have stayed--I could but have died with him.'-- I tell you, sir, I am so fond of madame, that I did not show her the person who has taken her place; some waiting maids would have broken her heart by doing so."
"And is the stranger there?"
"Well, sir, she came in the chaise that took away madame, and I hid her in my room in obedience to my instructions----"
"Is she nice-looking?"
"So far as such a second-hand article can be. But she will find her part easy enough if you play yours, sir," said Europe, going to fetch the false Esther.
The night before, ere going to bed, the all-powerful banker had given his orders to his valet, who, at seven in the morning, brought in to him the notorious Louchard, the most famous of the commercial police, whom he left in a little sitting-room; there the Baron joined him, in a dressing gown and slippers.
"You haf mate a fool of me!" he said, in reply to this official's greeting.
"I could not help myself, Monsieur le Baron. I do not want to lose my place, and I had the honor of explaining to you that I could not meddle in a matter that had nothing to do with my functions. What did I promise you? To put you into communication with one of our agents, who, as it seemed to me, would be best able to serve you. But you know, Monsieur le Baron, the sharp lines that divide men of different trades: if you build a house, you do not set a carpenter to do smith's work. Well, there are two branches of the police--the political police and the judicial police. The political police never interfere with the other branch, and vice versa. If you apply to the chief of the political police, he must get permission from the Minister to take up our business, and you would not dare to explain it to the head of the police throughout the kingdom. A police-agent who should act on his own account would lose his place.
"Well, the ordinary police are quite as cautious as the political police. So no one, whether in the Home Office or at the Prefecture of Police, ever moves excepting in the interests of the State or for the ends of Justice.
"If there is a plot or a crime to be followed up, then, indeed, the heads of the corps are at your service; but you must understand, Monsieur le Baron, that they have other fish to fry than looking after the fifty thousand love affairs in Paris. As to me and my men, our only business is to arrest debtors; and as soon as anything else is to be done, we run enormous risks if we interfere with the peace and quiet of any man or woman. I sent you one of my men, but I told you I could not answer for him; you instructed him to find a particular woman in Paris; Contenson bled you of a thousand-franc note, and did not even move. You might as well look for a needle in the river as for a woman in Paris, who is supposed to haunt Vincennes, and of whom the description answers to every pretty woman in the capital."
"And could not Contenson haf tolt me de truf, instead of making me pleed out one tousand franc?"
"Listen to me, Monsieur le Baron," said Louchard. "Will you