Volume Ii Part 52 (1/2)
Master Hugonnet escorted the Gascon to the hot baths.
”I do not see your daughter Ambroisine, La Belle Baigneuse,” Pa.s.sedix said to him on the way.
”She is rarely here now, seigneur chevalier; she pa.s.ses a great part of her time with Madame la Comtesse de Marvejols, who, although she has become a _grande dame_, has not ceased to be a most affectionate friend to my daughter.”
”Oh, yes! I know; I have heard the story of the interesting Bathilde.”
”But, in any event, monsieur le chevalier, even if my daughter was here, you would hardly expect her to act as bath attendant for you, I presume?”
”Eh? who the devil said anything about that? Everybody knows that La Belle Baigneuse is as virtuous as she is cruel. I would like my bath to be rather hot; my page and my esquire will help me to get into it.”
In a twinkling the ex-clerks undressed their new master, who entered the water without observing the grimaces and contortions to which the young men were obliged to resort in order to avoid laughing at the aspect of the Gascon's thin, yellow body. Bahuchet hastily made a bundle of the doublet and breeches, took it under his arm, and started for the cleanser's.
”Does monsieur le chevalier wish his esquire to remain in attendance while he is in the bath?” inquired Plumard, when his comrade had gone.
”I do not see the necessity; go out into the street and take the air; but do not go far away, so that you may be at hand to hasten hither if I require your services.”
”I will remain below, at the shop door, where I can hear if you ring.”
Plumard left the cabinet in which Pa.s.sedix was bathing. He went downstairs and chatted with Master Hugonnet, who, taking advantage of his daughter's absence, had already emptied several jars of wine with his neighbors, and was consequently in the mood for talking and for drinking more.
A half-hour pa.s.sed. The Gascon was thinking of Miretta, of his wealth, and of the effect he would produce with a page and an esquire. But after giving sufficient thought to all these subjects, he began to find the time rather long. He pulled a bellrope, and the bath attendant appeared; he was a new servant, who had been in Master Hugonnet's employ but a short time, and seemed as yet unfamiliar with his duties.
”Was it monsieur who rang?”
”To be sure it was I!”
”Does monsieur want anything?”
”As I rang, it is probable that I want something--but not you, sandis!
for you seem to me not to be very bright! Send my _ecuyer_ [esquire] to me.”
”You want your _ecu_--”
”I said nothing about my _ecu_! I want my _ecuyer!_--An _ecu_ is a s.h.i.+eld--perhaps you don't know that, blockhead! A gentleman takes his _ecu_ only when he is about to go into the lists or into battle. What in the devil do you suppose I want of my _ecu_ when I am in the bath? Do you imagine that I am going to wield a lance while I bathe?”
”Why, I don't know!”
”Begone, and send my esquire to me!”
The attendant went down into the shop, where he found his master drinking with Plumard and several shopkeepers of the neighborhood.
”Who is the esquire of that tall, lanky, ugly gentleman bathing upstairs?” the attendant asked.
There was no reply; they were all too busily occupied, drinking, talking, and laughing, to pay any heed to what he said. Finding that no one answered him, the attendant calmly took a seat at the rear of the shop, saying to himself:
”The esquire doesn't seem to be here. No matter! it isn't my fault.”
After waiting five minutes for his esquire to appear, Pa.s.sedix concluded to ring again.