Thus founded and recommended by its sign, the hostelry of Master Cropoleheld its way steadily on towards a solid prosperity.
It was not an immense fortune that Cropole had in perspective; but hemight hope to double the thousand louis d'or left by his father, to makeanother thousand louis by the sale of his house and stock, and at lengthto live happily like a retired citizen.
Cropole was anxious for gain, and was half-crazy with joy at the news ofthe arrival of Louis XIV.
Himself, his wife, Pittrino, and two cooks, immediately laid handsupon all the inhabitants of the dove-cote, the poultry-yard, and therabbit-hutches; so that as many lamentations and cries resounded in theyards of the hostelry of the Medici as were formerly heard in Rama.
Cropole had, at the time, but one single traveler in his house.
This was a man of scarcely thirty years of age, handsome, tall, austere,or rather melancholy, in all his gestures and looks.
He was dressed in black velvet with jet trimmings; a white collar, asplain as that of the severest Puritan, set off the whiteness of hisyouthful neck; a small dark-colored mustache scarcely covered hiscurled, disdainful lip.
He spoke to people looking them full in the face without affectation, itis true, but without scruple; so that the brilliancy of his black eyesbecame so insupportable, that more than one look had sunk beneath hislike the weaker sword in a single combat.
At this time, in which men, all created equal by God, were divided,thanks to prejudices, into two distinct castes, the gentleman and thecommoner, as they are really divided into two races, the black and thewhite,--at this time, we say, he whose portrait we have just sketchedcould not fail of being taken for a gentleman, and of the best class.To ascertain this, there was no necessity to consult anything but hishands, long, slender, and white, of which every muscle, every vein,became apparent through the skin at the least movement, and eloquentlyspoke of good descent.
This gentleman, then, had arrived alone at Cropole's house. He hadtaken, without hesitation, without reflection even, the principalapartment which the hotelier had pointed out to him with a rapaciousaim, very praiseworthy, some will say, very reprehensible will sayothers, if they admit that Cropole was a physiognomist and judged peopleat first sight.
This apartment was that which composed the whole front of the ancienttriangular house, a large salon, lighted by two windows on the firststage, a small chamber by the side of it, and another above it.
Now, from the time he had arrived, this gentleman had scarcely touchedany repast that had been served up to him in his chamber. He had spokenbut two words to the host, to warn him that a traveler of the name ofParry would arrive, and to desire that, when he did, he should be shownup to him immediately.
He afterwards preserved so profound a silence, that Cropole was almostoffended, so much did he prefer people who were good company.
This gentleman had risen early the morning of the day on which thishistory begins, and had placed himself at the window of his salon,seated upon the ledge, and leaning upon the rail of the balcony, gazingsadly but persistently on both sides of the street, watching, no doubt,for the arrival of the traveler he had mentioned to the host.
In this way he had seen the little cortege of Monsieur return fromhunting, then had again partaken of the profound tranquillity of thestreet, absorbed in his own expectations.
All at once the movement of the crowd going to the meadows, courierssetting out, washers of pavement, purveyors of the royal household,gabbling, scampering shopboys, chariots in motion, hair-dressers on therun, and pages toiling along, this tumult and bustle had surprised him,but without losing any of that impassible and supreme majesty whichgives to the eagle and the lion that serene and contemptuous glanceamidst the hurrahs and shouts of hunters or the curious.
Soon the cries of the victims slaughtered in the poultry-yard, the hastysteps of Madame Cropole up that little wooden staircase, so narrow andso echoing, the bounding pace of Pittrino, who only that morningwas smoking at the door with all the phlegm of a Dutchman; all thiscommunicated something like surprise and agitation to the traveler.
As he was rising to make inquiries, the door of his chamber opened. Theunknown concluded they were about to introduce the impatiently expectedtraveler, and made three precipitate steps to meet him.
But, instead of the person he expected, it was Master Cropole whoappeared, and behind him, in the half-dark staircase, the pleasant faceof Madame Cropole, rendered trivial by curiosity. She only gave onefurtive glance at the handsome gentleman, and disappeared.
Cropole advanced, cap in hand, rather bent than bowing.
A gesture of the unknown interrogated him, without a word beingpronounced.
"Monsieur," said Cropole, "I come to ask how--what ought I to say: yourlordship, monsieur le comte, or monsieur le marquis?"
"Say monsieur, and speak quickly," replied the unknown, with thathaughty accent which admits of neither discussion nor reply.
"I came, then, to inquire how monsieur had passed the night, and ifmonsieur intended to keep this apartment?"
"Yes."
"Monsieur, something has happened upon which we could not reckon."
"What?"
"His majesty Louis XIV. will enter our city to-day and will remain hereone day, perhaps two."
Great astonishment was painted on the countenance of the unknown.
"The King of France coming to Blois?"
"He is on the road, monsieur."
"Then there is the stronger reason for my remaining," said the unknown.
"Very well; but will monsieur keep all the apartments?"
"I do not understand you. Why should I require less to-day thanyesterday?"
"Because, monsieur, your lordship will permit me to say, yesterday Idid not think proper, when you chose your lodging, to fix any price thatmight have made your lordship believe that I prejudged your resources;whilst to-day----"
The unknown colored; the idea at once struck him that he was supposed tobe poor, and was being insulted.
"Whilst to-day," replied he, coldly, "you do prejudge."
"Monsieur, I am a well-meaning man, thank God! and simple hotelier as Iam, there is in me the blood of a gentleman. My father was a servant andofficer of the late Marechal d'Ancre. God rest his soul!"
"I do not contest that point with you; I only wish to know, and thatquickly, to what your questions tend?"
"You are too reasonable, monsieur, not to comprehend that our city issmall, that the court is about to invade it, that the houses will beoverflowing with inhabitants, and that lodgings will consequently obtainconsiderable prices."
Again the unknown colored. "Name your terms," said he.
"I name them with scruple, monsieur, because I seek an honest gain, andthat I wish to carry on my business without being uncivil or extravagantin my demands. Now the room you occupy is considerable, and you arealone."
"That is my business."
"Oh! certainly. I do not mean to turn monsieur out."
The blood rushed to the temples of the unknown; he darted at poorCropole, the descendant of one of the officers of the Marechal d'Ancre,a glance that would have crushed him down to beneath that famouschimney-slab, if Cropole had not been nailed to the spot by the questionof his own proper interests.
"Do you desire me to go?" said he. "Explain yourself--but quickly."
"Monsieur, monsieur, you do not understand me. It is very critical--Iknow--that which I am doing. I express myself badly, or perhaps, asmonsieur is a foreigner, which I perceive by his accent----"
In fact, the unknown spoke with that impetuosity which is the principalcharacter of English accentuation, even among men who speak the Frenchlanguage with the neatest purity.
"As monsieur is a foreigner, I say, it is perhaps he who does not catchmy exact meaning. I wish for monsieur to give up one or two of theapartments he occupies, which would diminish his expenses and ease myconscience. Indeed, it is hard to increase unreasonably the price of thecham
bers, when one has had the honor to let them at a reasonable price."
"How much does the hire amount to since yesterday?"
"Monsieur, to one louis, with refreshments and the charge for thehorse."
"Very well, and that of to-day?"
"Ah! there is the difficulty. This is the day of the king's arrival; ifthe court comes to sleep here, the charge of the day is reckoned. Fromthat it results that three chambers, at two louis each, makes six louis.Two louis, monsieur, are not much; but six louis make a great deal."
The unknown, from red, as we have seen him, became very pale.
He drew from his pocket, with heroic bravery, a purse embroidered witha coat-of-arms, which he carefully concealed in the hollow of his hand.This purse was of a thinness, a flabbiness, a hollowness, which did notescape the eye of Cropole.
The unknown emptied the purse into his hand. It contained three doublelouis, which amounted to the six louis demanded by the host.
But it was seven that Cropole had required.
He looked, therefore, at the unknown, as much as to say, "And then?"
"There remains one louis, does there not, master hotelier?"
"Yes, monsieur, but----"
The unknown plunged his hand into the pocket of his haut-de-chausses,and emptied it. It contained a small pocket-book, a gold key, and somesilver. With this change he made up a louis.
"Thank you, monsieur," said Cropole. "It now only remains for me to askwhether monsieur intends to occupy his apartments to-morrow, in whichcase I will reserve them for him; whereas, if monsieur does not mean todo so, I will promise them to some of the king's people who are coming."
"That is but right," said the unknown, after a long silence, "but asI have no more money, as you have seen, and as I yet must retain theapartments, you must either sell this diamond in the city, or hold it inpledge."
Cropole looked at the diamond so long, that the unknown said, hastily:
"I prefer your selling it, monsieur; for it is worth three hundredpistoles. A Jew--are there any Jews in Blois?--would give you twohundred or a hundred and fifty for it--take whatever may be offered forit, if it be no more than the price of your lodging. Begone!"
"Oh! monsieur," replied Cropole, ashamed of the sudden inferioritywhich the unknown reflected upon him by this noble and disinterestedconfidence, as well as by the unalterable patience opposed to somany suspicions and evasions. "Oh, monsieur, I hope people are not sodishonest at Blois as you seem to think, and that the diamond, beingworth what you say----"
The unknown here again darted at Cropole one of his withering glances.
"I really do not understand diamonds, monsieur, I assure you," cried he.
"But the jewelers do: ask them," said the unknown. "Now I believe ouraccounts are settled, are they not, monsieur l'hote?"
"Yes, monsieur, and to my profound regret; for I fear I have offendedmonsieur."
"Not at all!" replied the unknown, with ineffable majesty.
"Or have appeared to be extortionate with a noble traveler. Consider,monsieur, the peculiarity of the case."
"Say no more about it, I desire; and leave me to myself."
Cropole bowed profoundly, and left the room with a stupefied air, whichannounced that he had a good heart, and felt genuine remorse.
The unknown himself shut the door after him, and when left alone, lookedmournfully at the bottom of the purse, from which he had taken a smallsilken bag containing the diamond, his last resource.
He dwelt likewise upon the emptiness of his pockets, turned overthe papers in his pocket-book, and convinced himself of the state ofabsolute destitution in which he was about to be plunged.
He raised his eyes towards heaven, with a sublime emotion of despairingcalmness, brushed off with his hand some drops of sweat which trickledover his noble brow, and then cast down upon the earth a look which justbefore had been impressed with almost divine majesty.
That the storm had passed far from him, perhaps he had prayed in thebottom of his soul.
He drew near to the window, resumed his place in the balcony, andremained there, motionless, annihilated, dead, till the moment when, theheavens beginning to darken, the first flambeaux traversed the enlivenedstreet, and gave the signal for illumination to all the windows of thecity.
CHAPTER 7. Parry.