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"Monsieur Max would have you to know, mademoiselle, that he possesses an altogether unusual and superior set of Oriental china, which he bought from a certain villanous Jew at the corner of the rue André de Sarte; that for safety he has locked that china into the artistic and musty dower-chest standing against the wall; and that for greater safety he has forgotten the key in an antique hotel near the Gare du Nord!"
Even the Boulevard de Magenta, with its prosaic tram-lines, its large, cheap shops, its common brasseries and spanning railway bridge, seemed a place of promise; and as they passed on, ever mounting toward Montmartre, his brain quickened to new joy, new curiosity in every flaunting advertisement, every cobble-stone in the long steep way of the Boulevard Barbés, the rue de la Nature, and the rue de Clignancourt, until at length they emerged into the rue André de Sarte that narrow street, quaint indeed in its dark old houses and its small, mysterious wine shops that savor of Italy or Spain.
He pressed her hand. "Don't refuse it! The ring is the emblem of the eternal, and all my thoughts for you belong to eternity." No more was said; they skimmed through the familiar ways until Maxine could have cried aloud for grace, and at last they stopped at the corner of the rue André de Sarte.
They paused, at the corner of the rue André de Sarte, by the doorway of an old, overcrowded curio shop the curio shop that in time to come was destined to become so familiar a landmark to them both, to stand sentinel at the gateway of so many emotions. The lights, the shadows, the effects were all uncertain in this strange and fascinating neighborhood.
They had come to the end of the steps and were once again traversing the dim rue André de Sarte, the boy's eyes and ears awake to every impression. "Yes," he said in slow and meditative answer. "Yes, I think I understand. It must be wonderful to be born unfettered." "I don't know about wonderful; it's a profoundly interesting condition.
Blake must have reached the last step of the Escalier de Sainte-Marie, must indeed have turned the corner of the rue André de Sarte before the creaking of a footstep or the opening of a door disturbed the silence of the fifth floor; but, due time having expired due deference having been paid to taste and the proprieties the handle of M. Cartel's door was very softly turned, and Jacqueline slipped forth into the shadowed landing.
Now at this moment of recording the boy's doings the curio shop no longer exists at the corner of the rue André de Sarte; it has faded into the unknown with its coppers and brasses, its silver and tinsel, its woollen and silk stuffs; but on that January morning of his first coming it still held place, its musty perfumes still conjured dreams, its open doorway, festooned with antique objects, still offered tempting glimpses into the long and dim interior, where an old Jew, presiding genius of the place, lurked like a spider in the innermost circle of his web.
Max obeyed uncertainly, and as he took his seat a sudden fear of loss crushed him life became blank, the brightness of the sun was eclipsed. "Monsieur Ned!" he called. "Monsieur Ned! I shall see you again?" Blake was speaking to the cocher. 'Rue Ronsard! he heard him say. 'The corner of the rue André de Sarte! He leaned out of the window. "Monsieur Ned! Monsieur Ned! I shall see you again?
At the corner where the rue André de Sarte joins the rue Ronsard he dismissed his cab, and with a young inquisitiveness in all that concerned the quarter, paused to look into the old curio shop, no longer closed as on the previous night, but open and inviting in its dingy suggestion of mysteries unsolved.
She gave a cry of delight and ran to the bed, over the foot of which was thrown a faded gold scarf a strip of rich fabric such as artists delight in, for which Max had bargained only the day before in the rue André de Sarte. "Now the tie! And the ugly collar!"
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