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Oh, my poor friend, no wonder you are angry!" said Madame Didier in an undertone. "Out with her!" cried her husband in a fierce whisper. "Périne, Périne, and I have warned you so often to touch nothing without leave! Now you have spoilt the soup, and we can have no dinner."
The improved apron originated with Mr. John Crammer, Jr., a short time after Captain Seaman built the first sneak-box. The second sneak-box was constructed by Mr. Crammer; and afterwards Mr. Samuel Perine, an old and much respected bay-man, of Barnegat, built the third one.
I rang for Le Duc, put on my dressing-gown, and sent him for my coffee. He had scarcely left the room when the door opened and I saw Perine and the fellow named Wiedan, whom I had seen at Piccolomini's, and who styled himself a friend of St. Germain. I was sitting on my bed, putting on my stockings.
He made signs that he must speak, and with some difficulty she got Périne into the landing, thrusting into her hands the bread which would have been her own portion. Then she locked her door and went back to Jean, who was eagerly waiting. "Marie, I have a thought," he began. "What do you make out of all she says?" "Next to nothing," said his wife, shrugging her shoulders.
But when she proposed to take her to the crêmerie, Périne began to wail again, and it was evident that something had so terrified her, that it would be cruelty to force her out into the streets. Every now and then she let drop another word or two on the subject of her fright; her poor disconnected brain seemed unable to grasp anything as a whole; something would float across it and be lost.
Don't cry, don't cry; you meant no harm you did not know, and Heaven is witness how sorely we sometimes suffer for that!" Between her sobs the girl jerked out piteously: "Périne come back?" Marie looked imploringly at her husband, but he shook his head. "Not tonight, not to-night, my child. As you go out beg for a bit of bread from M. Plon, he is in a splendid temper, and will not refuse it.
"But she is as hungry as we are," pleaded Marie, "and see, M. Plon has given me a cabbage, I can manage something." He was, however, inexorable; and his wife, always afraid of his committing some imprudence, though on the whole Jean might be trusted to take care of himself, said sorrowfully: "Périne, my poor child, you must go; there is no dinner for you today.
She has taken my tobacco from the shelf she not ! Yes, by heaven, she has poured it all into the soup!" "Périne heard mother say she wanted something to make the soup good," laughed the girl, nodding her head, and quite unconscious that behind her the enraged Jean was violently shaking his fist. "Horror! To see tobacco, dinner, everything ruined by that creature without being able to say a word!
Marie soothed her, and hoped that Jean's compassion might be as strong as her own. Had she not been taken up with Périne, she would have more quickly caught the impatient scratching like a mouse in the wainscot, with which he summoned her.
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