Volume Ii Part 35 (1/2)
”We always have one, monseigneur; we are never at a loss for expedients, G.o.d be praised! This time we told the lady to omit one of her names when she signed the deed. That will suffice to require us to return for the rectification of that error.--Ha! ha! that was not bad!--But if we had not that pretext, we would invent a thousand others.”
”Very good! I see that you are a sharp-witted youth.”
”I dare to flatter myself that I am, seigneur.”
”Take this money, and come again to this same wine shop four days hence; I will then give you another letter for the marchioness.”
”Agreed, monsieur le comte; and be sure that on that day I will arrange still another pretext for returning to the house.”
Four days later, Bahuchet, having concealed beneath his doublet a second letter from Leodgard, and holding in his hand a large roll of paper covered with another roll of parchment, containing the deed of transfer which he expected would make many trips from the solicitor's office to the Hotel de Santoval, presented himself again at the latter place and asked to speak with madame la marquise.
He was admitted without difficulty. This time Valentine was alone in her room. When she saw the little clerk come in, parchment in hand, she could not help smiling.
Bahuchet unrolled his parchment and said aloud:
”The last time that I had the honor to see madame la marquise, when she signed this doc.u.ment she omitted one of her baptismal names; that omission might, at some later time, give rise to discussion, to demands for birth certificates; it might even result in making void the conveyance which you wish to effect.”
”Oh! it is quite possible, monsieur; I am very absent-minded.”
Bahuchet, having walked to Valentine's side, produced the note which was in his doublet and handed it to her with the doc.u.ment. The young woman gave the preference to the love letter. She opened and read it, and found therein renewed protestations of an everlasting pa.s.sion, and the same request for a rendezvous, at which the writer could express with his voice the love that he felt for her.
Having read the letter, Valentine hastily concealed it in her alms purse; then she said in an undertone to the young clerk, who questioned her with his eyes:
”You will say that I am too closely watched at this moment. He must wait.”--Then she continued, speaking aloud: ”Where shall I write the name that I forgot, monsieur? I know nothing about your doc.u.ments.”
”Here, madame, if you please; then make a flourish under the word inserted.--Omit one letter of the name,” Bahuchet added, in an undertone; ”that will furnish me with a reason for coming again.”
Valentine did what the little clerk suggested; whereupon he once more rolled up the deed, carefully covered it with the parchment, and, bowing low to the marchioness, left the house without seeing the Marquis de Santoval.
He hastened to join Leodgard, to whom he repeated the verbal reply that had been given him. The count stamped his foot impatiently, muttering:
”Wait!--Ah! then she does not share my love! And not to condescend to write me a word! not to send me the slightest pledge, the veriest trifle!--Can you go to the Hotel de Santoval again?” he said to the little clerk.
”Oh! yes, seigneur; I have arranged a little _plea in bar_--it is such a simple matter in our profession! And the next time I will find another.”
”In that case, return in a fortnight; that is a long time! but since she will have it so--I will tell you then what you must do.”
Bahuchet, having been handsomely paid once more, promised to be exact; and he returned to his office, oblivious of the fact that he had been followed on leaving the Hotel de Santoval, and continued to be till he had entered the office door.
The fortnight having pa.s.sed, Bahuchet met Leodgard again at their usual place of rendezvous.
”Go to the marchioness,” said the count; ”as my letters have obtained no reply, you will not carry one this time; but you will say to her that I entreat her to give you a word for me; add that, if she denies me this favor, I am capable of committing the most imprudent acts in order to see her.--Go--I will await your return; and I will double the usual sum if you bring me a note from the marchioness.”
”By Plumard's scalp!” said Bahuchet to himself, as he walked toward the Hotel de Santoval; ”the lovely marchioness simply must write a few words! I will grovel at her feet to obtain them.--Vertuchoux! this is a right good trade! I am feathering my nest!--Let things go on like this for a few months, and I shall have enough to set up for myself!--I will keep a tavern adjoining the law courts; that is more amusing than pettifogging.--Here is my charmer's house; I have my deed, I am all armed--I will present myself boldly!”
Bahuchet knocked at the gate, which was opened to admit him, then suddenly closed behind him. He smiled affably to the concierge, saying:
”I have come to request the honor of speaking with Madame la Marquise de Santoval on business, from my employer's office.”
And he was about to walk toward the vestibule leading to the main staircase, when four servants suddenly appeared, lifted him up, carried him to the carriage house, and there thrashed him mercilessly with cudgels and stirrup leathers, paying no heed to his shrieks and his entreaties.