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The Madame de Chantemille, the Zora of the youthful Gandelu, was there, attired in what to his eyes seemed a most dazzling costume. Rose seemed a little timid as Gandelu almost dragged her into the room. "How silly you are!" said he. "What is there to be frightened at? He is only in a rage with his flunkies for having kept us waiting."
All at once his door burst open, and a hurricane of silks, velvets, feathers, and lace whirled in. With extreme surprise, the young artist recognized the beautiful features of Rose, alias Zora de Chantemille. Gaston de Gandelu followed her, and at once began, "Here we are," said he, "all right again. Did you expect to see us?" "Not in the least."
"Mademoiselle Rose," said he, "or I am much mistaken." A shrill, squeaky voice replied, "Madame Zora Chantemille, if you please." Andre turned sharply round and found himself face to face with a young man who had completed an order he was giving to the coachman. "Ah, is that you?" said he. "Yes, Chantemille is the name of the estate that I intend to settle on madame."
"On the 8th a young gentleman of the name of Gaston de Gandelu was introduced by Lupeaux, the jeweller. His father is, I hear, very wealthy, and he will come into money on attaining his majority, which is near at hand. He brought with him a lady," continued the tailor, "and said her name was Zora de Chantemille, a tremendously pretty girl." "That young man is always in my way," said Mascarin.
He would squander it on a creature he picked up out of the streets, a woman he called Madame de Chantemille, a fit companion for a noble count!" The shaft had penetrated the impassability which Gaston had up to this displayed. "You should not insult Zora," said he.
"Well, my good girl," said he, "and so you have got the sort of place you wanted, eh?" "I hope so, sir, but you see I have only been with Madame Zora de Chantemille since yesterday." "Ah, Zora de Chantemille, that is a fine name, indeed." "It is only a fancy name, and she had an awful row over it with master. She wanted to be called Raphaela, but he stood out for Zora."
Tantaine took a cab, and, promising the cabman a handsome gratuity if he would drive fast, stopped at the spot where the Rue Blanche intersects the Rue de Douai, and told the coachman to wait for him, and entered the house where the younger Gandelu had installed the fair Madame de Chantemille.
"I shall not," returned his father with a grim laugh, "take the trouble to do that; you are not of age, and I shall clap your friend Madame de Chantemille into prison." "You would not do that!" "Would I not? You are a minor; but your Zora, whose real name is Rose, is much older; the law is wholly on my side." "But father "
He was just the same looking Gaston, the lover of Madame de Chantemille, to the outward eye, but some grave calamity had evidently entirely changed the inner man. He was smoking his cigar with an air of desperation, and seemed to be utterly weary of the world and its belongings. At the moment Andre entered the young man caught sight of him. "Halloo!" said he; "here is my artistic friend.
With these words he rushed into the passage and shouted out, "Zora, Mademoiselle de Chantemille, my dear one, come hither." The renowned tailor was exquisitely uncomfortable at so terrible a scene in his establishment. He cast an appealing glance at Mascarin, but the face of the agent seemed carved in marble.
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