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She looked as if she might have stepped from out the frame of one of the pictures of Velasquez. Her beauty was striking. Fanfar grasped it, Caillette studied it. "Pray tell me," said the young lady to Gudel, "if you have no seats where I can avoid contact with the crowd? I am ready to pay any sum you ask." "Oh! we have but one price, ten sous."
"Caillette!" he exclaimed. "Yes wake my father at once!" "He is so weary, and needs rest." "It is a question of your liberty his liberty and your lives!" Gudel now opened his eyes. "What is the matter, child?" he asked. "The police are coming to arrest you!" "What nonsense!" Caillette instantly repeated the disconnected words uttered by La Roulante.
"Our score will be settled now on one board," he said, with a wink. The fat woman had looked at him with swimming eyes, and in a maudlin voice replied: "That is right all must suffer Caillette also!" "Certainly, Caillette, too," replied Robeckal, inwardly vowing to follow his own ideas with respect to this last, and then he hurried after the steward.
For a moment all were too frightened to stir, but soon spectators from all parts of the house came running up and loud cries were heard. Caillette had thrown herself sobbing at her father's feet; Bobichel and Fanfaro busied themselves trying to raise the fallen man from the ground, and Rolla uttered loud, roaring cries which no doubt were intended to express her grief.
"Not Fanfaro Jacques," corrected the old woman. "But what should we do in Leigoutte, mother?" "The box Jacques Talizac the papers," the woman replied. And so we find Caillette and her patient, after weary wanderings, in Leigoutte. The young girl had sold, on the way, a gold cross, the only jewel she possessed, to pay the expenses of the journey.
Fanfar was an artist, his playing was wonderful. The music became faster and faster, and Caillette's little feet seemed hardly to touch the rope, they twinkled like stars, while Fanfar's bow looked only like a silver thread. He dropped the violin, and Caillette leaped into his arms. As she touched the ground, she threw at Irène a glance of laughing triumph. Then came Robeccal's turn.
"Let me tell you something," replied the giant, firmly; "if it is just the same to you, I would rather not talk on that subject." "Ah, really? Poor fellow! Yes, these women!" "Not so quickly, cousin my deceased wife was a model of a woman." "True; when she died I knew you would never find another one to equal her." "My little Caillette is just like her." "Undoubtedly.
The young lady appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen years old; a proud smile hovered about her lips and the dark eyes looked curiously about. Fanfaro and Caillette paused at their work, and now the young girl exclaimed in a clear bell-like voice: "Monsieur Girdel, would it be possible for me to secure a few places for this evening, that is, some that are hid from the rest of the spectators?"
She did not seem to mind it though, for she began to talk about a box, and told me to open the door. I had no right to disobey, you know." "And she went away?" cried Caillette. "Yes, and quick enough, too." Caillette did not wait to hear more. She flew down the stairs also. It was seven o'clock in the morning.
Fougereuse looked up and an expression of dumb terror appeared on his features, while he tremblingly murmured: "Pierre Labarre!" Yes, it was really Pierre Labarre who had accompanied Caillette and Louise to Paris, and had heard there that Fanfaro's trial had begun. As soon as he could he hurried to the court house and heard there what had happened.
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