CHAPTER XX.
GOLD.
We must now return to the interior of the room. Beausire was muchsurprised to see Oliva lock the door, and still more so not to see hisadversary. He began to feel triumphant, for if he was hiding from him hemust, he thought, be afraid of him. He therefore began to search forhim; but Oliva talked so loud and fast that he advanced towards her totry and stop her, but was received with a box on the ear, which hereturned in kind. Oliva replied by throwing a china vase at his head,and his answer was a blow with a cane. She, furious, flew at him andseized him by the throat, and he, trying to free himself, tore herdress.
Then, with a cry, she pushed him from her with such force that he fellin the middle of the room.
He began to get tired of this, so he said, without commencing anotherattack, "You are a wicked creature; you ruin me."
"On the contrary, it is you who ruin me."
"Oh, I ruin her!--she who has nothing!"
"Say that I have nothing now, say that you have eaten, and drank, andplayed away all that I had."
"You reproach me with my poverty."
"Yes, for it comes from your vices."
"Do not talk of vices; it only remained for you to take a lover."
"And what do you call all those wretches who sit by you in thetennis-court, where you play?"
"I play to live."
"And nicely you succeed; we should die of hunger from your industry."
"And you, with yours, are obliged to cry if you get your dress torn,because you have nothing to buy another with."
"I do better than you, at all events;" and, putting her hand in herpocket, she drew out some gold and threw it across the room.
When Beausire saw this, he remained stupefied.
"Louis!" cried he at last.
She took out some more, and threw them in his face.
"Oh!" cried he, "Oliva has become rich!"
"This is what my industry brings in," said she, pushing him with herfoot as he kneeled down to pick up the gold.
"Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen," counted he, joyfully.
"Miserable wretch!" said Oliva.
"Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two."
"Coward!"
"Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five."
"Infamous wretch!"
He got up. "And so, mademoiselle, you have been saving money when youkept me without necessaries. You let me go about in an old hat, darnedstockings, and patched clothes, while you had all this money! Wheredoes it come from! From the sale of my things?"
"Scoundrel!" murmured Oliva, looking at him with contempt.
"But I pardon your avarice," continued he.
"You would have killed me just now," said Oliva.
"Then I should have been right; now I should be wrong to do it."
"Why, if you please?"
"Because now you contribute to our menage."
"You are a base wretch.'"
"My little Oliva!"
"Give me back my money."
"Oh, my darling!"
"If you do not, I will pass your own sword through your body!"
"Oliva!"
"Will you give it?"
"Oh, you would not take it away?"
"Ah, coward! you beg, you solicit for the fruits of my bad conduct--thatis what they call a man! I have always despised you."
"I gave to you when I could, Nicole."
"Do not call me Nicole."
"Pardon, then, Oliva. But is it not true?"
"Fine presents, certainly: some silver buckles, six louis d'or, two silkdresses, and three embroidered handkerchiefs."
"It is a great deal for a soldier."
"Hold your tongue! The buckles you stole from some one else, the louisd'or you borrowed and never returned, the silk dresses----"
"Oliva! Oliva!"
"Give me back my money."
"What shall I give you instead?"
"Double the quantity."
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"Well," said the rogue, gravely, "I will go to the Rue de Bussy and playwith it, and bring you back, not the double, but the quintuple;" andhe made two steps to the door.
She caught him by the coat.
"There," said he, "you have torn my coat."
"Never mind; you shall have a new one."
"That will be six louis, Oliva. Luckily, at the Rue de Bussy they arenot particular about dress."
Oliva seized hold of the other tail, and tore it right off.
Beausire became furious.
"Mort de tous les diables!" cried he, "you will make me kill you atlast! You are tearing me to bits! Now I cannot go out."
"On the contrary, you must go out immediately."
"Without a coat?"
"Put on your great-coat."
"It is all in holes."
"Then do not put it on; but you must go out."
"I will not."
She took out of her pocket another handful of gold, and put it into hishands.
Beausire kneeled at her feet and cried, "Order, and I will obey!"
"Go quickly to the Capucin, Rue de Seine, where they sell dominoes forthe bal masque, and buy me one complete, mask and all."
"Good."
"And one for yourself--black, but mine white; and I only give you twentyminutes to do it in."
"Are we going to the ball?"
"Yes, if you are obedient."
"Oh, always."
"Go, then, and show your zeal."
"I run; but the money?"
"You have twenty-five louis, that you picked up."
"Oh, Oliva, I thought you meant to give me those."
"You shall have more another time, but if I give you them now, you willstop and play."
"She is right," said he to himself; "that is just what I intended todo;" and he set off.
As soon as he was gone, Oliva wrote rapidly these words: "The peace issigned, and the ball decided on; at two o'clock we shall be at theOpera. I shall wear a white domino, with a blue ribbon on my leftshoulder." Then, rolling this round a bit of the broken vase, she wentto the window and threw it out.
The valet picked it up, and made off immediately.
In less than half an hour M. Beausire returned, followed by two men,bringing, at the cost of eighteen louis, two beautiful dominoes, such aswere only turned out at the Capucin, makers to her majesty and the maidsof honor.