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I had determined, in accordance with my brother's telegram, to go away in the afternoon; so that, having various duties to perform, I left M. Pigeonneau to his international comparisons. Among other things, I went in the course of the morning to the banker's, to draw money for my journey, and there I found Mr.
"Meanwhile, at the Pension Chamousset," I ventured to suggest, "they have put out their lights; they are sitting in darkness, lamenting your departure." She looked at me, smiling; she was standing in the light that came from the house. M. Pigeonneau, meanwhile, who had been awaiting his chance, advanced to Miss Ruck with his glass of syrup.
It was a very warm evening; the long windows of the salon stood wide open into the garden, and, inspired by the balmy darkness, M. Pigeonneau and Mademoiselle Beaurepas, a most obliging little woman, who lisped and always wore a huge cravat, declared they would organise a fete de nuit.
M. Pigeonneau was a little lean man, with a large narrow nose, who sat a great deal in the garden, reading with the aid of a large magnifying glass a volume from the cabinet de lecture. One day, a fortnight after my arrival at the Pension Beaurepas, I came back, rather earlier than usual from my academic session; it wanted half an hour of the midday breakfast.
As a matter of fact, it is distinguished by an exceptional inscription of a sufficiently curious nature. But may I ask what has procured for me the honour of your visit?" "O," she cried, "I don't care a fig for its remarkable inscriptions. There never was a more exquisitely delicate cat-face. Of course you believe that she is a real goddess, don't you, Monsieur Pigeonneau?"
I came to see you on a matter of great importance, Monsieur Pigeonneau." "Great importance?" "Yes, about a costume. Look at me." "With pleasure." "Don't you find traces of the Cushite race in my profile?" I was at loss what to say. An interview of this nature was so foreign to me. "Oh, there's nothing surprising about it," she continued. "I remember when I was an Egyptian.
She was followed by two great, long-muzzled boarhounds. "I was sure you would come, Monsieur Pigeonneau." I stammered a compliment. "How could one possibly refuse anything to so charming a lady?" "O, it is not because I am pretty that I am never refused anything. I have secrets by which I make myself obeyed."
I was already in the vestibule when she called after me: "Well, now, is my costume sufficiently smart? How mad I shall make all the other women at the Countess's ball!" I was shocked at the remark. But having turned towards her I saw her again, and again I fell under her spell. She called me back. "Monsieur Pigeonneau," she said, "you are such a dear man!
Miss Ruck pointed to the little green tables and chairs which were set out on the gravel; M. Pigeonneau, fluttering with a sense of dissipation, seconded the proposal, and we presently sat down and gave our order to a nimble attendant. I managed again to place myself next to Aurora Church; our companions were on the other side of the table. My neighbour was delighted with our situation.
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