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Tell your messenger to ask for me personally at the bank to-morrow afternoon. I will arrange it; nothing easier. Excuse me; I'm in a hurry. Good-bye!" and with that he ran on. Next day Charles sat in his counting-house waiting for the messenger who had gone up to the bank to redeem Alphonse's bill. At last a clerk entered, laid a folded blue paper by his principal's side, and went out again.
When Charles entered, he saluted shortly and took a seat in the corner beside the fireplace. Alphonse's eyes had indeed become restless. He looked towards the door every time any one came in; and when Charles appeared, a spasm passed over his face and he missed his stroke. "Monsieur Alphonse is not in the vein to-day," said an onlooker. Soon after a strange gentleman came in.
Eudoxie now uncorked the champagne and, drinking a glass herself, she poured another glass on her belly in such a manner that it ran down to her slit, and from there into Alphonse's mouth. He swallowed it with the greatest gusto and the operation was continued until the bottle was emptied. This sight, strange as it was, inflamed me wonderfully.
His expenses were even easier to ascertain, and he, soon assured himself of the fact that Alphonse was beginning to run into debt in several quarters. He cultivated some acquaintances about whom he otherwise cared nothing, merely because through them he got an insight into Alphonse's expensive mode of life and rash prodigality.
"I thank you," answered Charles, "both on my own and on my friend's behalf." "Monsieur Alphonse's salary remains unaltered," replied the chief, and went on writing. Charles never forgot that morning. It was the first time he had been preferred or distinguished before his friend.
And that evening when dinner-time came I should see, instead of sister Marie-Aimée's sweet loving face, Madame Alphonse's hard face and her husband's glittering eyes, which frightened me so. And as I sat and thought how long I should still have to stay on the farm I felt deeply discouraged. When I was tired of crying I saw with astonishment that the sun was quite low.
Tell your messenger to ask for me personally at the bank to-morrow afternoon. I will arrange it; nothing easier. Excuse me; I'm in a hurry. Good-bye!" and with that he ran on Next day Charles sat in his counting-house waiting for the messenger who had gone up to the bank to redeem Alphonse's bill. At last a clerk entered, laid a folded blue paper by his principal's side, and went out again.
Recollection of what I had said the other day made me feel worse than ever, and I only said, "You are Madame Alphonse's brother." I left him and did not dare to go back to the shrubbery again. He often came back to Villevieille. I never used to look at him, but his voice always made me feel very uncomfortable. Since Jean le Rouge had gone I had never known what to do with my time after mass.
But it would be a great injustice to suppose that Charles for a moment contemplated doing such a thing himself. It was only an idea he was fond of dwelling upon; he was, as it were, in love with Alphonse's debts. But things went slowly, and Charles became pale and sallow while he watched and waited.
She was so afraid that something might happen to the piles of linen which were beginning to grow that she took me off next day to her mother's to show me how the linen should be put into the closets. Madame Alphonse's mother was called Madame Deslois, but when the ploughmen talked about her they always said "the good woman of the castle." She had only been to Villevieille once.
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