CHAPTER XV.

"At last, my dear Emily, I have got rid of those men, who have been

as charming as usual, and, if anything, rather more assiduous in

their attentions than before. The Egyptian sun, doubtless, infuses

warmth into their hearts, and I am not surprised, as it has exactly

the same effect on me.

"To hark back—We left Marseilles eight days ago. We had a compartment

reserved for us, in which I sat opposite to Madame de Guéran, whilst

the painter, the literary man, and the doctor occupied the other

seats. As for Joseph, he got into another carriage and, as he was no

longer under our watchful eyes, could talk as largely as he pleased

whilst discussing our and his own little affairs.

"By the time we reached Lyons the whole train knew who we were and

where we were going, and called Joseph Mohammed Abd-el-Gazal, as long

as your arm. I imagine, too, that he must have spoken particularly

about me, and have expatiated upon my former travels, for, the moment

I entered the refreshment-room, there was no end of whispering and

pushing amongst the people there.

"Fortunately for me, these things do not trouble me in the least. I

accept resignedly the popularity which accrues to me through my

numerous adventures.

"You know, my dear Emily, what people generally do who have to pass

the night in a railway carriage—how each settles himself in his own

particular seat, screws himself into the corner of it and hollows out

a nest, as it were, undoes his travelling-rug, stretches himself out,

or curls himself up, according to his taste, and, in short, makes all

his arrangements for sleeping or musing, conformably to his

temperament and his fancy.

"We were not due at Marseilles until eleven o'clock on the following

morning, and we disposed ourselves accordingly; I, for my part,

making myself as comfortable as I could, whilst paying due attention

to the grace of my movements, and the dignified elegance of my

attitude. I was anxious to give everybody an idea of what may be

called the poetry of sleep. Only, my feet were in my way and

embarrassed me; do what I would to pack myself up and shrink into the

smallest possible space, I did not know where to put them. They hung

over the seat by a foot and a half.

"I was at last just going to sleep, and I thought that my neighbours

would do the same, when I became a witness of the following scene:—

"The doctor of the expedition, M. Delange, who was seated at the

other end of the carriage, on the opposite side to me and in the

corner, became suddenly restless and began to move about just as a

person does, who, after having for a long time tried to go to sleep,

gives it up as a bad job. The noise he made, breaking upon the

general silence, roused me from my drowsiness. I half-opened my eyes,

and to my extreme discomfort, saw that the young doctor had got up

from his seat and was coming towards mine. What on earth does he

want, I thought. And I confess that I was considerably alarmed,

although, lest I should wake my companions, I kept my nervousness to

myself.

"All the same, I assure you, I was quite prepared to give my

gentleman a warm reception, for, however flattering to one's vanity

it may be to be kissed in one's sleep, I do not think that a railway

carriage is at all a proper place for such demonstrations of

admiration.

"However, when he came close to me, and I was quite prepared to give

him a sounding box on the ears by way of manifesting my displeasure,

M. Delange stopped, reached up to the netting, and took therefrom his

carpet bag.

"So I had only my own sensitiveness to blame, and, however I may have

flattered myself as to the power of my own fascinations, I was

obliged in the end to confess to myself that the young doctor really

wanted merely his carpet bag.

"He had scarcely resumed his seat when he put his bag on his knees

and, after rummaging about in it for some moments, wound up by taking

out a small packet, wrapped in white paper, and looking at M. de

Morin, who was seated opposite to him and at my feet.

"The dear painter was enjoying a sound, peaceful, and snoreless

sleep—the sweet, silent slumber of a child or a woman. It was quite

pleasant to see him given up so thoroughly to repose, and I should

never have been cruel enough to awake him, but M. Delange, less

considerate than I, suddenly seized M. de Morin by the arm and shook

him impatiently.

"'What's the matter? What do you want? Are we there already?' said

the painter, sitting up and opening his eyes, still heavy with sleep.

"'No, my dear fellow," replied M. Delange. 'We are very far from

being there, especially if you mean Africa, for we are not more than

three hours from Paris. It is exactly 10.48 p.m. We have just passed

Tonnerre, and are going ahead full steam for Dijon!'

"'Well, then, why on earth did you wake me up?' said M. de Morin,

crossly.

"'Why did I wake you up?' repeated M. Delange, with a smile on his

face. 'How about our contract?'

"'What contract?'

"'What! You have forgotten it already? I'll recall it to your mind.

Art. 4—It is understood between the contracting parties that, on each

day during the voyage, without any exception unless in case of

sickness, a _partie_ at cards shall be played by M M. de Morin and

Delange—we have been hours on our voyage; you are not ill—to that, in

my capacity of doctor, I certify—and I am, therefore, in a position

to exact the fulfilment of the contract.'

"'In a railway carriage?' exclaimed M. de Morin, in a tone of

incredulity.

"'No place is excepted,' observed the doctor, with his calmest

manner. 'Will you kindly remember that another article of this

contract gives me, and you also, the right of deciding that the

_partie_ shall come off even in the middle of a river, with one's

feet in the water, or on the top of a mountain, with one's head in

the clouds. Our present situation is rather more convenient than

either of those, and there is no obstacle whatever—'

"'Except that we have no cards,' interrupted the painter.

"'I took good care to provide myself with two packs,' said M.

Delange, as he tore the cover off the small packet which he had taken

out of his carpet bag.

"'But we cannot play on our knees,' remonstrated M. de Morin, making

one more effort at resistance.

"'The seat will do very well for a card-table.'

"'But there is not light enough.'

"'I have provided for that,' replied the Doctor, as he took hold of

his carpet bag once more, and produced a small lantern, placing it on

the arm which separated the seats.

"'Come along, then!' said M. de Morin, making a virtue of necessity.

'You have an answer to every objection, but deuce take me if I

thought of being called upon to-day!'

"'For my part,' replied the Doctor, 'I have been, for the last six

weeks, awaiting this moment with a feverish impatience. Only think

for an instant! I have never, in the whole course of my life, been so

long without playing, and if this species of privation had gone on

much longer I should have been taken ill.'

"'You are incorrigible,' said M. de Morin, laughing. 'In my

innocence, I said to myself, he has forgotten our contract, and he is

undertaking this journey for the mere pleasure of travelling.'

"'So I am, but that does not hinder us from playing cards for an hour

or two each day.'

"'All right. What is the game to be? You are the loser, and so have

your choice.'

"'Ecarté, if you have no objection.'

"'I have no voice in the matter,' exclaimed the painter, with an air

of resignation. 'In accordance with our contract I am your slave, so

écarté be it. One game for a thousand francs, is it not? I want to

take up my dream, as soon as possible, where I left it.'

"'Sorry to contradict you. We will play for five louis the trick

only, so that the pleasure may last the longer.'

"'Be it so, but, still in accordance with our contract, we are only

to play one _partie_ a day. It is now eleven o'clock at night, and

you have consequently only one hour before you in which to win or

lose your fifty louis.'

"'I know it, so let us begin.'

"From my corner, my dear Emily, I heard every word of this strange

conversation, but I must confess that I did not understand much of

it. The pair began to play, and I paid no more attention to them,

preferring to go to sleep."

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