CHAPTER XXVII.
MASTER JACQUES.
Before the day was over the pair could enter the capital. The youngman's heart beat as he perceived Notre Dame Cathedral towers and theocean of housetops.
"Oh, Paris!" he cried with rapture.
"Yes, Paris, a mass of buildings, a gulf of evils," said the oldgentleman. "On each stone yonder you would see a drop of blood ora tear, if the miseries within those abodes could show themselveswithout."
Gilbert repressed his enthusiasm, which cooled of itself.
They entered by a poor district and the sights were hideous.
"It is going on eight," said the conductor, "let us be quick, youngman, for goodness' sake."
Gilbert hurried on.
"I forget to say that I am a married man," said the stranger, aftera cold silence which began to worry the youth. "And my wife, who isa genuine Parisian, will probably grumble at our coming home late.Besides, she does not like strangers. Still, I have invited you; so,come along. Or, rather, here we are."
By the last sunbeams, Gilbert, looking up, saw the name-plate ofPlastriere Street at a corner.
The other paused before an alley door with iron bars to the upperportion. He pulled a leather thong hanging out of a hole, and thisopened the door.
"Come quickly," he called to the youth, who hesitated on the threshold,and he closed the alley door after them.
At the end of a few steps up the dark passage, Gilbert stumbled on thelower step of a black, steep flight of stairs. Used to the locality,the old gentleman had gone up a dozen steps. Gilbert rejoined him andstopped only when he did, on a landing worn by feet, on which openedtwo doors. The stranger pulled a hare's foot hanging at one, and ashrill bell tinkled inside the room.
A woman some fifty years of age appeared, and she and the man spoketogether:
"Is it very late, Therese?" asked the latter timidly.
"A nice hour to come to supper, Jacques!" snarled the woman.
"Come, come, we will make up for the delay," said the one calledJacques, shutting the door and taking the collecting case fromGilbert's hands.
"Have we a messenger boy here?" exclaimed the old woman: "We onlywanted him to complete the merry company. So you can no longer do somuch as carry your heap of weeds and grass? Master Jacques does thegrand with a boy to carry his trash--I beg his pardon, he is becomingquite a great nobleman."
"Be a little quiet, Therese."
"Pay the boy and get rid of him; we want no spies here."
Pale as death, Gilbert sprang toward the door, but Jacques stopped him,saying with some firmness:
"This is not a messenger-boy or a spy. He is a guest whom I bring home."
"A guest?" and the hag let her hands drop along her hips. "This is thelast straw."
"Light up, Therese," said the host, still kindly, but showing morewill; "I am warm, and we are hungry."
The vixen's grumbling diminished in loudness. She drew fire with flintand steel, while Gilbert stood still by the sill which he regretted hehad crossed. Jacques perceived what he suffered, and begged him to comeforward.
Gilbert saw the hag's yellow and morose face by the first glimmer ofthe thin candle stuck in a brass candlestick. It inspired him withdislike. On her part the virago was far from liking the pale, finecountenance, circumspect silence and rigidity of the youth.
"I do not wonder at your being heated and hungry," she growled. "Itmust be tiresome to go browsing in the woods, and it is awful hard workto stoop from time to time to pick up a root. For I suppose this persongathers leaves and buds, too, for herb-collecting is the trade forthose who do not any work."
"This is a good and honest young man," said Jacques, in a still firmervoice, "who has honored me with his company all day, and whom my goodTherese will greet as a friend, I am sure."
"Enough for two is scant for three," she grumbled.
"We are both frugal."
"I know your kind of frugality. I declare that there is not enoughbread in the house for such abstemiousness, and that I am not goingdown three flights of stairs for more. Anyway, the baker's is shut up."
"Then, I will go," said Jacques, frowning. "Open the door, for I meanit."
"Oh, in that case, I suppose I must do it," said the scold.
"What am I for but to carry out your freaks? Come and have supper."
A table was set in the next room, small and square, with cherry woodchairs, having straw bottoms, and a bureau full of darned hose.
Gilbert took a chair; the old woman placed a plate and theappurtenances, all worn with hard use, before him, with a pewter goblet.
"I thought you were going after bread?" said Jacques.
"Never mind; I found a roll in the cupboard, and you ought to manage ona pound and a half of bread, eh?"
So saying, she put the soup on the board. All three had good appetites,but Gilbert held in his, but he was the first to get through.
"Who has called to-day?" inquired the host, to change the termagant'sideas.
"The whole world, as usual. You promised Lady Boufflers four quiresof music, Lady Escars two arias, and Lady Penthievre a quartet withaccompaniment. They came or sent. But the ladies must go without theirmusic because our lord was out plucking dandelions."
Jacques did not show anger, though Gilbert expected him to do so, forhe was used to this manner. The soup was followed by a chunk of boiledbeef, on a delft plate grooved with knife points. The host servedGilbert scantily, as Therese was watching, took the same sized pieceand passed the plate to his Xantippe.
She handed a slice of bread to the guest. It was so small that Jacquesblushed, but he waited until she had helped him and herself, when hetook the loaf from her. He handed it to Gilbert and bade him cut offaccording to his wants.
"Thank you," said Gilbert, as some beans in butter were served, "but Ihave no longer any hunger. I never eat but one dish. And I drink onlywater."
Jacques had a little wine for himself.
"You must see about the young man's bed," said the latter, putting downthe bottle. "He must be tired."
Therese dropped her fork and stared at the speaker.
"Sleep here? you must be mad. Bring people home to sleep--I expect youwant to give up your own bed to them. You must be off your head. Is itkeeping a lodging-house you are about? If this is so, don't look to me!get a cook and servants. It is bad enough to be yours, without waitingon Tom, Dick and Harry."
"Therese, listen to me," replied Jacques, with his grave, even voice;"it is for one night only. This young man has never set foot in Paris,and comes under my safe-conduct. I am not going to have him go to aninn, though he has to have my own bed, look you."
Therese understood that struggle was out of the question for thepresent and she changed her tactics by fighting for Gilbert, but as anally who would stab him in the back at the first chance.
"I daresay you know all about him, or you would not have brought himhome, and he ought to stay here. I will shake up some kind of a bed inyour study among the papers."
"No, no, a study is not fit for a sleeping-room; a light might set fireto the writings."
"Which would be no loss," sneered Therese.
"There is the garret; the room with a fine outlook over such gardens asare scarce in Paris. Have no anxiety, Therese; the young man will notbe a burden; he will earn his own living. Take a candle and follow me."
Therese sighed, but she was mastered. Gilbert gravely rose and followedhis benefactor. On the landing Gilbert saw drinking water in a tank.
"Is water dear in town?" he inquired.
"They charge for it; but any way, bread and water are two things whichman has no right to refuse to his fellow-man."
"But at Taverney, water ran freely, and the luxury of the poor iscleanliness."
"Take as much as you like, my friend," said Master Jacques.
Gilbert filled a crock and followed the host, who was astonished at soyoung a man allying the firmness of the people with the instinct of thearistocratic.
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