French fiction -- Translations into English; Paris (France) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
Well, now, to come to the
point, where do we stand?"
"Monseigneur, I have fulfilled your desires, and for the past hour the
young girl has been at your little house."
"You don't say so! What! Is the affair really terminated thus quickly.
It doesn't seem as though mademoiselle had made many scruples."
"I must confess, monsieur, that she got into the carriage with a very
good grace."
"A little resistance would have pleased me better; it's cruel that one
can have immediately all that one desires. These young girls are so
impressed when one speaks to them of a great nobleman. I'm almost sorry
I have entangled myself with this one, for the devil carry me away if
I'm in love with her the least bit in the world. For very little I'd
have you take her back to the place you took her from. What d'you say,
Touquet; that would be droll, wouldn't it?"
The barber, piqued at the little pleasure evinced by the marquis at his
successful abduction of the young girl, answered coldly,--
"I see that monseigneur has almost entirely forgotten the one who
charmed him two days ago; if he could remember her he would not show so
much indifference in her possession."
"What, is she really so beautiful? Do you think she is capable of
engaging my affection for any length of time?"
"I don't know, monsieur, whether she will have that good fortune; but I
have seen many courtesans in the highest vogue who did not equal that
young Italian."
"Is she an Italian?"
"Yes, monseigneur."
"All the better; that alters the case a little."
"Her name is Julia; her face, while not regularly beautiful, has a
nameless something that is very piquant and seductive; and there is in
her voice, in her manner, in everything about her, something that
denotes force and originality. In short, she is not a languorous beauty,
such as one most often sees."
"Do you know, you pique my curiosity; come, tomorrow, we'll admire all
this."
"Tomorrow! What monsieur, and the young girl is awaiting you with
impatience?"
"We must let her sigh until then; I have promised to rejoin my friends
and finish the night with them. With people of honor one does not break
his word; the beautiful Julia must be patient."
"I also left one of my men with Marcel, in case monsieur le marquis
should have any further orders to send me. I hope he'll be useful, since
Marcel can't leave the house."
"Oh, very well, your man can wait; one can give him a few pistoles more.
By the way, I must pay you. Wait! Here's some gold I won at lansquenet
this morning. But time's passing, I wager those rascals are getting
impatient; I must run and rejoin them. We shall have a delightful night;
we are in just the vein for diversion. We'll make some notches in the
good citizens of Paris, we'll flog the watch, we'll stop chair porters,
and I won't answer for it that we don't steal some mantles on the
Pont-Neuf."
The marquis hastily departed and the barber closed his door, saying,--
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