Volume Ii Part 10 (1/2)
Another week elapsed, and Plumard made another attempt to remove the piece of stocking, but obtained no better result.
At last, after a month, he could stand it no longer; he determined to find out what was under the skullcap, and he said to Bahuchet one morning:
”Take off this piece of woollen, which is beginning to be a nuisance; it is high time to see if my hair is growing.”
Bahuchet no longer dared to deny his friend's entreaty. He pinched up the edge of the stocking, and tried to pull it off; but Plumard uttered a piercing shriek.
”Stop!” he cried; ”you are tearing off my skin!”
Bahuchet's pomade, being composed largely of pitch, had, when it dried, become firmly glued to the scalp, while the piece of stocking was so stuck to the pitch that it was utterly impossible to detach it. To pull off even a small fragment, it would be necessary to pull off a bit of the pitch, and the skin would inevitably come with it. We can understand, therefore, why Plumard screamed aloud when Bahuchet tried to remove his skullcap.
”Don't you want me to try again?” inquired Bahuchet.
”Why, can't you see that you are tearing the skin off my head? I don't want to be trepanned!--What infernal kind of pomade did you give me?”
”Probably you are in too great a hurry; the work is not done yet; you must keep the covering on a while longer.”
”Alas! I am beginning to think I shall keep it on forever; I don't want to have my skin torn off!”
”After all, that black cap is not bad-looking; you look as if you had on a wig, or, rather, as if your hair was cut too short. I a.s.sure you that it is preferable to your bald head.”
Several weeks had pa.s.sed since this conversation between the two clerks.
Plumard was still wearing his woollen skullcap glued to his head; he tried to make the best of it, but there were times when a fit of anger seized him, and then he vented his fury upon Bahuchet, accusing him of having given him a pomade which, instead of accelerating the growth of his hair, must necessarily prevent the growth of anything whatever on his head.
To appease his comrade and restore their friendly relations, Bahuchet lost no time in taking him aside after the Chevalier de Pa.s.sedix paid his first visit to the solicitor's office.
”There is a chance for a good windfall,” he said; ”this Gascon has inherited a lot of money; he wants to replenish his wardrobe. You have an uncle in the old clothes trade; let us go to his shop and select an outfit--we can make a hundred per cent on it with the Chevalier de Pa.s.sedix. And then, I have an idea that he will be a profitable acquaintance for us; the newly made capitalist seems inclined to spend his inheritance merrily, and it is quite as well that he should run through it with us as with somebody else; don't you think so, Plumard?”
Plumard, having scratched his black woollen patch, with a wry face, pulled his other cap over his eyes and left the office with his comrade, saying:
”All right! let us go to see my uncle the old clothes man.”
Having made a selection from the second-hand garments, which the uncle had intrusted to his nephew with the greatest hesitation, the two clerks bent their steps toward Place aux Chats, and entered the Hotel du Sanglier, where they were speedily ushered into the presence of the Gascon chevalier, who was discussing the second part of his repast.
Bahuchet and Plumard bowed low to the newly made heir, like Turks before a pasha. Pa.s.sedix bestowed a gracious smile upon them and pointed to two chairs.
”Be seated, young men,” he said; ”with your permission, I will finish my dinner.”
”With our permission!--We are at monsieur le chevalier's service; and we are in no hurry--are we, Plumard?”
”Not at all,” replied Plumard, who, as courtesy demanded, had removed his cap; and he pa.s.sed his hand from time to time over the piece of stocking, which he still hoped to detach.
”Are you both employed in Maitre Bourdinard's office?”
”Yes, monsieur le chevalier; we are the two chief clerks.”
”Is it a good office?”
”Excellent; the result is that we have too much work.”