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According to them, Jane Zild was the daughter of a rich Russian nobleman. An unconquerable yearning for the stage brought her in conflict with her father, and, burdened with his curse, she ran away from home. If in spite of this she did not go on the stage it was not the reporters' fault.
Spero took the long fingers and pressed his lips as respectfully upon them as if Jane Zild were a queen and he her subject. The diva, with the drapery still about her shoulders, looked really like a queen, and all eyes were turned admiringly toward her. A man dressed in plain dark clothes hurried through the crowd, and looking anxiously at Jane he cried in a vibrating voice: "Are you injured?"
"Who are you?" asked Carmen. "A friend, a former Zouave in the service of the Count of Monte-Cristo." "Well, what have you?" "A note from the painter Gontram." "Give it to me quickly." Coucou drew the letter from the folds of his bernouse and gave it to the young girl. It read as follows: "Carmen, my friends are in danger; Jane Zild has been abducted and Spero has disappeared.
Benedetto laughed coarsely. "Jane Zild," he then said, drawing back a step, "tell the Vicomte of Monte-Cristo that you are worthy of him. Don't you remember who your mother was, what your mother was, and where she died?" "Mercy," cried Jane, throwing herself at Benedetto's feet. "Mercy!" "Jane Zild, shall I tell the vicomte who your father was?" "My father?" stammered Jane, confused.
In the meantime Gontram had learned from Mamma Caraman that Jane Zild had disappeared, and the thought flashed through his mind like lightning that Signor Fagiano's remark, which Carmen had overheard, related to her. He told Fanfaro about it, and they both resolved to examine Jane's room.
"Lucky accident?" repeated Melosan, not understanding. "I do not mean the fire, but the fact that I just possess a walking suit, such as Mademoiselle Zild needs, and which I can let her have at a very moderate price. A silk dress with pomegranate leaves " "To-morrow, Madame Vollard, to-morrow," Melosan interrupted her. "I really feel fatigued, and should like to go to my room." "You are right.
Will the beggar aria from the 'Prophet' be agreeable to you?" Without waiting for answer Jane Zild went to the piano. The accompanist struck the first notes of the well-known aria, and hardly had Roger heard the magnificent contralto of the stranger than he enthusiastically exclaimed: "Thank God, Madame X is sick!"
While the young painter was breakfasting with Spero, a perfumed note was sent up to his residence in the Rue Montaigne, wherein Jane Zild declared her willingness to appear in the painter's parlors and sing a few songs. Gontram did not say no, and immediately hurried to the diva's house to thank her. Spero had entered just behind the songstress, and Gontram smiled when he saw the vicomte.
Before the second part began a strange young lady went to the celebrated singer and offered to take the part of Madame X , and sing several songs. "What is your name, mademoiselle?" asked Roger. "My name will be unknown to you, as I have only been two days in Paris," replied the stranger, laughing. "I am Jane Zild. Perhaps you will allow me to sing something to you first.
The servant brought them their hats and cloaks, and they both walked in the direction of the Champs-Elysées. Neither of them noticed a dark form which stood at a street corner and looked after them. "Have a care," hissed Fagiano's voice, "you shall suffer for being his son." Jane Zild lived in a modest room in a small house on the Champs-Elysées.
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