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Seeing this, her anxiety, if she felt any, was dissipated, and she began to talk to Goutran. At this moment the footman announced two names: "Mademoiselle Jane Zeld!" "The Vicomte de Monte-Cristo!" "You see, I did have two surprises for you," said Goutran. But suddenly he exclaimed, "My dear Monsieur de Laisangy, you are ill, I fear "
It is nonsense, of course, for she will go the same way as her mother in the end." "Will you show me the papers?" asked Sanselme, "and I will do all I can for this woman." "Help me to get rid of her! That is all I ask." "Rely on me." Sanselme presently had the papers in his hands. The sick woman's name was Jane Zeld. She came from a little village in Switzerland, near Zurich.
"I am told," she said, "that you have two great surprises for your guests, to-night." "Oh! no; only one. You have heard of Jane Zeld, that marvelous bird who has come to us from Finland, Lapland, or some other place we will call it Russia?" "But I was told that she had refused to sing in Paris at present declined even to go to Compiègne."
As the reporter had discovered, Jane Zeld occupied an apartment on the first floor of a small hôtel, or rather, in one of those boarding-houses frequented by respectable people who come from the four quarters of the globe to enjoy the attractions of Paris. It was a most respectable establishment, with its iron gate
When at last Coucon succeeded in finding it among the folds of his bournous, she snatched it from him. This is what she read: "Carmen, my friend and my ally, you have promised your assistance. Gladly do I claim it. My friends are in great peril. Jane Zeld has vanished in the most mysterious manner, as has Esperance.
It was she whose life he had so recently saved it was Jane Zeld. A small revolver lay at her side. Esperance, bearing her in his vigorous arms, made his way into the road. Goutran had not seen the face of the burthen borne by Esperance, who had uttered no name, and whose movements had been so rapid that Goutran had some difficulty in overtaking him. Where did Esperance propose to go?
For a fortnight, managers and directors were on the qui vive, but as a poetical personage of importance took this time to commit suicide, the name of Jane Zeld was gradually forgotten. When two days before his fête, Goutran received a perfumed note in which Jane offered to sing for him, he was charmed.
She had never admitted any artists into her sanctuary until the intendant Maslenes one day offered her five hundred francs for an apartment which she usually rented for three, and no single women. Now Jane Zeld seemed to be a single woman, but Madame closed her eyes to this, and now that she divined a star in the future, Madame Vollard redoubled her courtesy to her lodger.
Tell this gentleman who your mother was. Tell him where she died." "No, no!" cried Jane. "Enough! enough!" "No, it is not enough. Lead the Vicomte to your mother's tomb and there place your hand in his, if you dare!" "Be silent!" cried Esperance, who felt himself growing mad. "But this is not all," continued Benedetto. "Jane Zeld, shall I tell the Vicomte the name of your father?"
It is something like Zeld, and we have got to calling her Zelda it is more taking, you know." "Yes, I see; but do you know anything of her past?" "Not much." "She has a daughter?" "Yes, which is not at all pleasant for us. Of course, the child can't live here; she stays across the street. Zelda goes every night to the shop for her.
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