was not of an expansive nature. Felicite was as
grateful for it as if
it had been some favour, and thenceforth loved her with animal-like
devotion and a religious veneration.
Her kind-heartedness developed. When she heard the drums of a marching
regiment passing through the street, she would stand in the doorway
with a jug of cider and give the soldiers a drink. She nursed cholera
victims. She protected Polish refugees, and one of them even declared
that he wished to marry her. But they quarrelled, for one morning when
she returned from the Angelus she found him in the kitchen coolly
eating a dish which he had prepared for himself during her absence.
After the Polish refugees, came Colmiche, an old man who was credited
with having committed
frightful misdeeds in '93. He lived near the
river in the ruins of a pig-sty. The urchins peeped at him through the
cracks in the walls and threw stones that fell on his
miserable bed,
where he lay gasping with catarrh, with long hair, inflamed eyelids,
and a tumour as big as his head on one arm.
She got him some linen, tried to clean his hovel and dreamed of
installing him in the bake-house without his being in Madame's way.
When the
cancer broke, she dressed it every day; sometimes she brought
him some cake and placed him in the sun on a
bundle of hay; and the
poor old creature, trembling and drooling, would thank her in his
broken voice, and put out his hands
whenever she left him. Finally he
died; and she had a mass said for the
repose of his soul.
That day a great joy came to her: at dinner-time, Madame de
Larsonniere's servant called with the
parrot, the cage, and the perch
and chain and lock. A note from the
baroness told Madame Aubain that
as her husband had been promoted to a prefecture, they were leaving
that night, and she begged her to accept the bird as a
remembrance and
a token of her esteem.
Since a long time the
parrot had been on Felicite's mind, because he
came from America, which reminded her of Victor, and she had
approached the negro on the subject.
Once even, she had said:
"How glad Madame would be to have him!"
The man had
repeated this remark to his
mistress who, not being able
to keep the bird, took this means of getting rid of it.
CHAPTER IV
He was called Loulou. His body was green, his head blue, the tips of
his wings were pink and his breast was golden.
But he had the
tiresome tricks of
biting his perch, pulling his
feathers out, scattering refuse and spilling the water of his bath.
Madame Aubain grew tired of him and gave him to Felicite for good.
She
undertook his education, and soon he was able to repeat: "Pretty
boy! Your servant, sir! I
salute you, Marie!" His perch was placed
near the door and several persons were astonished that he did not
answer to the name of "Jacquot," for every
parrot is called Jacquot.
They called him a goose and a log, and these taunts were like so many
dagger
thrusts to Felicite. Strange stubbornness of the bird which
would not talk when people watched him!
Nevertheless, he sought society; for on Sunday, when the ladies
Rochefeuille, Monsieur de Houppeville and the new habitues, Onfroy,
the
chemist, Monsieur Varin and Captain Mathieu, dropped in for their
game of cards, he struck the window-panes with his wings and made such
a
racket that it was impossible to talk.
Bourais' face must have appeared very funny to Loulou. As soon as he
saw him he would begin to roar. His voice re-echoed in the yard, and
the neighbours would come to the windows and begin to laugh, too; and
in order that the
parrot might not see him, Monsieur Bourais edged
along the wall, pushed his hat over his eyes to hide his
profile, and
entered by the garden door, and the looks he gave the bird lacked
affection. Loulou, having
thrust his head into the butcher-boy's
basket, received a slap, and from that time he always tried to nip his
enemy. Fabu threatened to ring his neck, although he was not cruelly
inclined, notwith
standing his big whiskers and tattooings. On the
contrary, he rather liked the bird, and, out of devilry, tried to
teach him oaths. Felicite, whom his manner alarmed, put Loulou in the
kitchen, took off his chain and let him walk all over the house.
When he went
downstairs, he rested his beak on the steps, lifted his
right foot and then his left one; but his
mistress feared that such
feats would give him vertigo. He became ill and was
unable to eat.
There was a small growth under his tongue like those chickens are
sometimes afflicted with. Felicite pulled it off with her nails and
cured him. One day, Paul was imprudent enough to blow the smoke of his