pride in the
luxury he had
lately conquered for his mother.
"Well,
monsieur, I hope you no longer feel the effects of your
fall," said the old lady, rising from an
antiquearmchair that
stood by the chimney, and
offering him a seat.
"No, madame. I have come to thank you for the kind care you gave
me, and above all
mademoiselle, who heard me fall."
As he uttered this speech, stamped with the
exquisite stupidity
given to the mind by the first disturbing symptoms of true love,
Hippolyte looked at the young girl. Adelaide was
lighting the
Argand lamp, no doubt that she might get rid of a
tallow candle
fixed in a large
copper flat
candlestick, and graced with a heavy
fluting of
grease from its guttering. She answered with a slight
bow, carried the flat
candlestick into the ante-room, came back,
and after placing the lamp on the chimney shelf, seated herself
by her mother, a little behind the
painter, so as to be able to
look at him at her ease, while
apparently much interested in the
burning of the lamp; the flame, checked by the damp in a dingy
chimney, sputtered as it struggled with a charred and badly-
trimmed wick. Hippolyte,
seeing the large mirror that decorated
the chimney-piece, immediately fixed his eyes on it to admire
Adelaide. Thus the girl's little
stratagem only served to
embarrass them both.
While talking with Madame Leseigneur, for Hippolyte called her
so, on the chance of being right, he examined the room, but
unobtrusively and by stealth.
The Egyptian figures on the iron fire-dogs were scarcely
visible,
the
hearth was so heaped with cinders; two brands tried to meet
in front of a sham log of fire-brick, as carefully buried as a
miser's treasure could ever be. An old Aubusson
carpet, very much
faded, very much mended, and as worn as a pensioner's coat, did
not cover the whole of the tiled floor, and the cold struck to
his feet. The walls were hung with a
reddish paper, imitating
figured silk with a yellow pattern. In the middle of the wall
opposite the windows the
painter saw a crack, and the outline
marked on the paper of double-doors, shutting off a
recess where
Madame Leseigneur slept no doubt, a fact ill disguised by a sofa
in front of the door. Facing the chimney, above a
mahogany chest
of drawers of handsome and tasteful design, was the
portrait of
an officer of rank, which the dim light did not allow him to see
well; but from what he could make out he thought that the fearful
daub must have been painted in China. The window-curtains of red
silk were as much faded as the furniture, in red and yellow
worsted work, [as] if this room "contrived a double debt to pay."
On the
marble top of the chest of drawers was a
costly malachite
tray, with a dozen coffee cups magnificently painted and made, no
doubt, at Sevres. On the chimney shelf stood the omnipresent
Empire clock: a
warrior driving the four horses of a chariot,
whose wheel bore the numbers of the hours on its spokes. The
tapers in the tall
candlesticks were yellow with smoke, and at
each corner of the shelf stood a
porcelain vase crowned with
artificial flowers full of dust and stuck into moss.
In the middle of the room Hippolyte remarked a card-table ready
for play, with new packs of cards. For an
observer there was
something heartrending in the sight of this
misery painted up
like an old woman who wants to falsify her face. At such a sight
every man of sense must at once have stated to himself this
obvious dilemma--either these two women are
honesty itself, or
they live by intrigue and gambling. But on looking at Adelaide, a
man so pure-minded as Schinner could not but believe in her
perfect
innocence, and
ascribe the incoherence of the furniture
to honorable causes.
"My dear," said the old lady to the young one, "I am cold; make a
little fire, and give me my shawl."