THE EMISSARY
Eight days had elapsed since the eventful meeting at the Comédie
Française had revealed to M. de Brévannes that Paula Monti and the
Princess de Hansfeld were one and the same person.
About ten o'clock in the morning, a fiacre, in which was M. de
Brévannes, stopped at the door of a modest-looking dwelling, situate at
the Rue des Martyrs--a street proverbially lonely and unfrequented.
The house at which M. de Brévannes alighted did not boast a concierge,
that gentleman was therefore enabled to ascend the stairs unquestioned
and uninterrupted. When arriving at the entrance to the apartments on
the first floor, he rang the bell with an air and loudness that
announced the approach of a master, his summons was immediately answered
by a female, somewhat in years, plainly but neatly dressed. She had a
red, pimpled face--a large pair of spectacles ornamented her nose, and
in her hand she carried a capacious snuff-box.
We shall merely announce this female as Madame Grassot, the person
employed by M. de Brévannes to look after the apartments occupied by
him for the purpose of receiving poor Bertha's numerous rivals without
fear of discovery.
"Well, Madame Grassot," said M. de Brévannes, as he entered into a
pretty drawing-room, in which a cheerful fire was burning, "what kind of
news have you got for me?"
"The very best of news, M. Charles," replied the old woman, taking off
her glasses, and inspiring a powerful pinch of snuff.
"Good, are they?" rejoined M. de Brévannes, turning round quickly.
"They _aire_, M. Charles, excellent as can he. Does that any way
surprise you?"
"By no means, after my experience of your cleverness in getting at any
thing required of you. But what you had now to manage presented such
real difficulties----"
"That you fancied I should not succeed,--ah! go along; I know what you
mean!"
"There were really such serious obstacles in the way of your success
that, in fact, I--but, never mind that--tell me all you have done and
learned."
"You gave me a week to do the job in; and I finished it off in five
days."
"Well! Now, then, let's hear all about it."
"All about it! Ah, but then we must begin, as the children say, from the
beginning. Just listen attentively, and I'll tell you every thing that
passed."
"I am all impatience--pray begin."
"Last Wednesday morning, says you to me, 'Madame Grassot, you must
positively find some means of getting acquainted with one of the male or
female servants belonging to the Princess de Hansfeld--the lady who
lives in the Hôtel Lambert, Rue Saint Louis.'"
"My good woman! for mercy's sake, get on with your story."
"Oh, but, M. Charles--if you interrupt me in this manner----"
"You are keeping me upon the rack; you can have no idea how deeply I am
interested in your proceedings."
"Well, then, let me go on my own way, and you'll soon learn what I call
'good news.' No sooner said than done, as the folks say; and directly
you had left me, away I went to the Boulevard Montmartre, where I took
the omnibus to the Bastille; and from the Porte Saint Antoine I reached
the Isle Saint Louis, where, of course, I began to take a close survey
of the Hôtel Lambert from the great gate, situated in the Rue Saint
Louis, to the end of the garden-wall which runs along the Quai d'Anjou."
"I told you to be very particular in observing a small side door which
opens out upon this unfrequented quay."
"Oh, bless you! I forgot nothing. Make yourself quite easy upon that
score; but, for the better furtherance of my first movement, it was
necessary for me to keep a sharp look-out at the principal entrance. As
there was neither coffee-house nor public-house in the immediate
neighbourhood, from whence I could have observed all that passed, and as
my loitering about would soon have excited suspicion in so lonely a
street, I went as far as the hackney-coach stand on the Quai Saint Paul;
there I engaged a fiacre by the hour, and, drawing down the blinds, I
took up my station at the corner of the Rue Poultier, where your
father-in-law lives."
"Capital! capital! and then----"
"Well, from there I could distinctly watch the gates of the Hôtel
without being perceived by any one. Up to three o'clock, I saw nobody go
in or out; and the days being so very short, I was just beginning to
make up my mind to return home, when, all at once, a female, dressed in
a puce-coloured gown and a brown bonnet, came out of the Hôtel, and
proceeded directly to where I was waiting. I found it was a young
person, black as old Nick himself--a kind of mulatto girl, as people
call them,--only she had quite light blue eyes. I declare I never saw
such a singular countenance in my life. However, as soon as my
blackamoor had gone by, I slipped out of the coach, paid the driver as
quickly as I could, and away I went after her."
"Well?"
"She went on to the Rue Poultier--then to the Quai d'Orleans--crossed
the bridge; and, after having gone all round the Isle Saint Louis,
returned back to the Hôtel Lambert by the little side door you
mentioned to me. She was, evidently, merely taking a walk."
"Did you speak to her?"
"Speak to her! why, Lord! M. Charles, what a man you are! You know very
well that I rather pride myself upon my prudence and good management in
all difficult cases; and don't you see, that, up to the moment of her
entering the grounds of the Hôtel Lambert by the private door, nothing
had transpired to satisfy me she really formed one of the princess's
household? And that was my first day's work; I confess it does not seem
like doing much; but, at least, I had learned who to inquire for when I
presented myself at the Hôtel."
"So far, so well. Now, go on."
"The next day I started off, with my box of patterns of lace and blond.
What a capital idea it was, my making a pretence to carry a box, and
call myself a lace-dealer come to exhibit the last new fashions in such
articles, wasn't it, M. Charles? and Lord knows how many times you and I
have found it serviceable in our plans to gain admittance to a house, or
steal five minutes' conversation with some sweet lady. Ah, I
remember----"
"Never mind what you remember, go on."
"Well; this time I went quite boldly up to the principal entrance and
knocked at the great gates; a door was instantly opened, and, you may
believe me or not, M. Charles, just as you like, when I say, that,
although I am no coward, I felt a kind of fearful pit-a-patting of my
heart, that sounded almost like the ticking of a clock. As I heard it
shut again behind me, I found myself standing within the court-yard."
"But, why should you have felt afraid?"
"The court was small, flagged, and surrounded with high, gloomy-looking
buildings. I am quite sure the sun never yet contrived to make it look
bright with one of his beams,--no, not for an instant; it had just the
dull air of a cloister. At the bottom of the court was an immense
portico, so deep as to be quite dark within; still I could distinctly
make out, by reason of the whiteness of the stone itself, the
balustrades of a vast horse-shoe staircase, which ascended outside up to
the first story of the Hôtel;--the portico went all round the house."
"It must be a perfect palace!"
"A palace if you like; but such a dreary, gloomy one, that I should much
rather dwell in a church-yard than take up my abode there. An old
one-eyed porter, who had admitted me, kept me from going any farther,
staring at me all the while as though he meant to eat me. 'What do you
want?' said he at last. 'This is the Hôtel Lambert, is it not?'
answered I. 'Yes,' says he, 'it is.' 'And I believe the Princess de
Hansfeld lives here?' 'Well,' says Old Grumps, 'suppose she does.' 'Why,
then,' replied I, 'I have come to shew her the laces selected yesterday
by a very dark young lady who came to my shop about four o'clock in the
day.' As the mulatto had been known to go out about that time, my tale
appeared very probable, and the Cerberus let me pass on; but, scarcely
had I taken half-a-dozen steps, than I heard some one whistling behind
me, for all the world like a set of banditti, or cavern full of robbers,
such as we see in a play. It was the porter himself, whistling to let
the other folks know I was coming."
"I remember now having heard, that there are still some houses in France
where that sort of custom prevails."
"It's a very odd one, however; and, naturally enough, surprised and
rather frightened me, who had never dreamed of such ways. Well,
up-stairs I went, till I reached the first floor, where I found a tall,
conceited-looking jackanapes, dressed like a chasseur; his face half
smothered with his huge moustache, while he tried to utter some sort of
gibberish, I dare say he thought was French, to inquire again where I
came from, and whom I wanted. I told him, very smilingly, that I had
some lace for the princess; he then, very civilly, begged me to wait in
an anteroom, as high as a house and supported with stone pillars; it
sounded almost like going into a vast cathedral, and one's very
footsteps echoed so hollow. I can tell you it gave me quite a chill; I
felt, for all the world, as though something dreadful was going to
happen to me. Well, after keeping me waiting for about five minutes, the
same stuck-up, dandyfied fellow came back, and informed me his lady had
not ordered any lace to be sent to her; after which he very
significantly pointed to the door. I quickly replied, that it must have
been the young mulatto girl who required them, since she it was who came
to my magazine. 'You mean Mademoiselle Iris, I suppose,' said the laced
dandy, 'she who is a sort of companion to the princess.' 'The very
name,' said I, 'of the young person who bade me call. I had forgotten
it; but now I hear it again, I have no hesitation in saying it was
Mademoiselle Iris who ordered me to be here with my laces.' Away went
the chasseur, grumbling at the fresh trouble, to repeat what I had said
to Mademoiselle Iris. You perceive, I had already picked up two very
useful pieces of intelligence,--one, that the tawny Moor was the
princess's companion; and, secondly, that her name was Iris."
"What a singular name!"
[Illustration 10: "Iris declared I was a liar, and that she
had never ordered any lace."]
"Oh, bless you! there are plenty of other things quite as strange in
that singular household! Well, as I expected, back came Mademoiselle
Iris to tell me, very politely, I was a liar, and that she had never
been near me to order any lace. The chasseur kept close by; but that did
not prevent my saying, in a very quick, low tone, to the mulatto, 'I
have something very particular, indeed, to say to you; it concerns the
life or death of a man. To-morrow and the following evenings, I shall be
from dusk on the Quai d'Anjou, near the little garden gate; there I
shall wait until you come.'--You perceive, M. Charles, '_the life or
death of a man is at stake!_' That's the right way to put it. Those
words would rouse the curiosity of any young person, let the colour of
her skin be what it might!"
"And what reply did the mulatto make?"
"Oh, she said quite snappishly (but I was prepared for that), that she
did not understand what I was talking about, and that I had monstrously
the air of an old _intrigante_; after which she turned to the dandyfied
chasseur, and said, pointing to me, 'Remember, this woman is not to be
permitted to enter the Hôtel again.' Upon which, the monkeyfied
lacquey, with a significant gesture, pointed towards the door. I took up
my box of patterns, my bag, and other little etceteras, and trotted down
the stairs with all the agility of fifteen! And so ended my second day!
You perceive every thing was going on as well as could be wished."
"Not quite so well!"
"How do you mean? Do you forget that a positive meeting had been
arranged with the blackamoor, by telling her a man's life depended on
it?"
"Still, the girl herself had decidedly refused to attend the meeting."
"Lord have mercy on you, M. Charles! Well! you do downright astonish me,
at your age and with your experience, to make such an observation! Well,
I declare, you surprise me, you do! Now, just look here; if I had merely
said, 'To-morrow, I shall be at the little garden gate, to communicate
to you some very interesting information,' the mulatto might, very
easily, have restrained her curiosity till the next day, and the day
after would have been too late. But, take notice; I kept the thing
alive, by saying, '_To-morrow, and every other evening, I shall be
there._' Thus, you see, I gave her full time to fall a prey to her own
impatience to find out what secret could possibly be concerned in the
affair!"
"Very fairly reasoned."
"Now, a saint--a positive saint could not resist the desire of wishing
to ascertain whether I should come each cold winter night to take up my
station at the garden gate; if I did, the secret involved thereby must
certainly be one of first-rate importance--certainly something as
momentous as the life or death of a man must be at stake. Now, do you
believe there ever was a saint, at least, a female one, who could have
heard that a man's life was in danger without immediately wishing to
know all about it--all the whys and whereabouts?"
"Ah, Madame Grassot, I crave pardon and yield to your superior judgment.
You are, indeed, a first-rate tactician; and I bow, in all deference, to
your skill. Your last stroke was a master-piece of politic wisdom!"
"I think so, indeed!"
"Pray, go on."
"Next day, about four o'clock, I took a hackney-coach, with a bottle of
hot water, to keep my feet warm, as my duty might be a long one; then,
wrapping myself up warm, I said to the coachman, 'Drive to the Quai
d'Anjou, and stop at the last little gate on the right hand!' I was
quite persuaded my tawny friend would not make her appearance. Well,
there I stopped until nine o'clock, almost frozen to death. Nothing or
nobody came near me."
"And the next day?"
"There you are again, M. Charles! so impatient, can't wait to have
things related in proper order! Well, the same thing went on the next
day. I went again in a coach, stopped before the little gate, the lamps
of which shewed a light bright as day. About seven o'clock in the
evening, the gate near which I had taken my station was suddenly opened,
and as quickly shut; however, that was so much in my favour, as it
shewed that the curiosity of the mulatto was at work, and would,
finally, bring her to the point I desired. Still, to my extreme
surprise, the day following produced nothing. There I sat in my coach,
till I was nearly frozen; but, after waiting till half-past ten o'clock,
I returned home almost disheartened. However, yesterday evening made up
for all my former disappointments."
"Quick, then, tell me what occurred; for I, too, have need of being
recompensed for all the tedious particulars you have made me listen to."
"So, you are _un_patient, are you, M. Charles? Ah! I don't believe there
ever was your equal for an _un_patient gentleman. Well, come, I'll not
play with your feelings. So, then, last night, when I stopped at the
same spot, I found I was waited for; for, scarcely had I drawn up to my
usual place, when the small side gate opened, and the blackamoor,
wrapped up in a large cloak, came out as far as the threshold of the
door. I let down the window of the coach, and she immediately approached
and inquired whether the lace-dealer were there? Poor innocent lamb!
'Yes, my pretty dear,' answered I, ''tis the person you expect, and no
other; but, if you would just step into the coach a minute, we could
converse much more at our ease.' 'Oh, no, indeed I dare not do such a
thing,' answered the poor frightened young creature. However, after an
infinite number of yeses and noes, hesitation and refusal, which I will
excuse you from being troubled with, she, at last, consented to come
into the coach. I bade the coachman walk quite gently round the Isle;
and we set forth, the poor girl trembling so excessively, that I had all
the trouble in the world to tranquillise her. I am a famous good judge
of such articles, and I declare I consider the mulatto as one of the
most timid, yet proud-minded, and sensitive young contrivers that ever
took part in a plot."
"Well, well, and when you had her within side the carriage, what then?"
"'You told me, madam,' said she at length, 'that you had something of
importance to communicate to me; and that the life or death of a man was
at stake!' You see, M. Charles, those words were sure to work a due
effect. 'I did, indeed, my sweet young lady, but don't alarm yourself,
since the secret alluded to does not refer to you, but to your amiable
and excellent mistress, whom you so tenderly love--at least, as I
believe you do.' 'Oh, indeed, madam, I _do_ most ardently reverence and
adore my honoured mistress.' 'And you would not, willingly, occasion her
the slightest uneasiness, I doubt not?' said I. 'Certainly, I would
not,' answered my companion. 'Well, then, my dear child, all I can say
is, that, without intending it, you are preparing the way for much
future distress and sorrow to your mistress by not putting her in the
right way to prevent a very grievous misfortune.' 'How so, madam?' 'Ah,
my dear, an unfortunate young man,--but I cannot say more at present;
but, indeed, my child, this poor gentleman is much, very much, to be
pitied; if you will only let him speak for himself, he will come instead
of me to-morrow evening in a coach, and wait for you at the little side
gate, he will then tell you the whole history and explain every thing.'
'Oh, no, indeed,' exclaimed my timid acquaintance, 'I never would do
such a thing; I should never have sufficient courage to meet a stranger
in that way.' 'But, suppose it referred to matters of first-rate
importance to your mistress?' 'Then,' rejoined the simpleton, 'I will
speak to her excellency, the princess, on the subject, and request to
know her pleasure.' 'Have a care,' said I, solemnly, 'how you breathe a
word of the affair; listen, first, to what the poor young man says; and,
if he fails to interest you, it will be quite useless mentioning it to
your mistress. There would, indeed, be one very excellent way of
arranging the matter, and that would be, for her Excellency to accompany
you to-morrow night. Nay, nay, my good girl, do not look so very much
shocked and alarmed at my hinting at such a thing; the communication to
be made is of the most honourable description. Don't run away with the
idea that it is merely to listen to some love story, that I ask you to
permit the unhappy young man to tell his own tale; depend upon it, a
person at my time of life has no taste for mixing themselves up with
such follies as that. No, no; the present affair relates to the saving
the life of a truly unfortunate individual. However, as I said before,
I must not enter into any further explanation at this moment. Grant the
meeting I ask of you; and, if you see any necessity for it, you may even
apprise the princess of your having done so.' 'And may I also acquaint
the prince?' inquired the simpleton."
"Why, the girl must be a fool, or a knave, to hint at such a thing!"
"I must own, M. Charles, that, at these words, I rather regretted having
gone so far; but I soon felt convinced, that the _niaiserie_ just
uttered arose entirely from the almost childish ignorance of my
companion, who appeared to me scarcely more than sixteen years of age.
At last, after an infinity of trouble, accompanied with all sorts of
arguments and backed by many promises, I got her to agree to meet you in
the same manner she had done me; that is to say, you will wait for her,
in a coach, at the little garden gate."
"This evening?"
"No, to-morrow. She told me her mistress was not going out to-night; but
that to-morrow she would be going to the Opera, and that you might,
therefore, be at the small door in the garden about nine o'clock. Now,
M. Charles, the rest is your affair. I have brought you into
communication with the girl, and, in some degree, with the mistress
also; for, simple and ingenuous as the young mulatto evidently is, she
is quite sure to relate all that has passed to her mistress. So that,
should the girl keep her appointment with her mistress's sanction, I
should say you are on the highroad to success; but if, on the contrary,
the blackamoor does not meet you, then, I should decidedly pronounce it
a bad sign."
"Mother Grassot, you are an incomparable woman! Here, hold your hand;
take these five louis to pay for your coach-hire."
"Oh, really, really, monsieur, you are too generous: well, if you
insist, certainly. Is there any thing else I can do for you?"
"Not that I recollect. Just tell me, have you asked your second-floor
lodger to quit his apartments, telling him I wish to have the whole of
this little house to myself?"
"Lord bless me, what a memory I have! I quite forgot to name to you that
I have spoken to the person, and he says he has no manner of objections
to turn out provided you give him 1000 francs as a recompense."
"The fellow must be mad! why, he scarcely pays 400 francs a-year for his
lodging."
"I fought very hard with him; but I could not make him give way the
least in the world!"
"Why, it is regularly picking my pocket!"
"So it is; but there is no help for it; you will have to give him what
he asks, and he will quit immediately: in four-and-twenty hours he will
be out of the house, bag and baggage."
"Well, here then! here is a bank-note for 1000 francs, and another for
500 francs; you will pay six months in advance, and account to me for
the rest."
"Ah, sir, you will find yourself ever so much more quiet and comfortable
when you have all the house to yourself. As for me, I shall not feel a
bit more timid, although we have got no porter;--but la! I never dreaded
thieves, no, nor ghosts either, for that matter."
"And, besides, though this neighbourhood is somewhat lonely, it is a
very safe one."
"And there is the soldier on duty, at the corner of the street, who can
watch our house as he sits in his sentry-box."
"Now, then, my good Madame Grassot, make quick work with your
second-floor lodger, pack him off as soon as possible. I long to have
the place all to myself."
"By the day after to-morrow, I pledge myself you shall find no one here.
Well, good luck to us all! I know whom I should like to see occupy this
house as soon as the second-floor lodger has left. But I know, monsieur,
and I feel sure it will be as I wish some of these days; without my
reminding him, when once monsieur determines to do a thing handsome, he
never forgets, never----"
"You are a regular flatterer, Madame Grassot," cried M. de Brévannes,
as he complacently smiled upon his emissary, and quitted the small
dwelling in the Rue des Martyrs.
After having awaited the following evening with much impatience he
arrived about eight o'clock on the Quai d'Anjou; it was a fine clear
winter's night; the cold was sharp and biting, and the moon shone out in
all the brilliancy of a frosty sky. After awaiting some little time, the
little door opened, and Iris, closely muffled up, appeared at its
entrance. M. de Brévannes had left his vehicle at some little distance,
he therefore hastened towards the young mulatto, who, trembling
violently, took his arm.