Nobody's Boy

by Hector Malot

  CHAPTER XXXII

  FINDING A REAL MOTHER

  "Forward! March! Children!" cried Mattia after we had thanked the woman."It is not only Arthur and Mrs. Milligan now that we are going after,but Lise. What luck! Who knows what's in store for us!"

  We went on our way in search of the _Swan_, only stopping just to sleepand to earn a few sous.

  "From Switzerland one goes to Italy," said Mattia softly. "If, whilerunning after Mrs. Milligan, we get to Lucca, how happy my littleChristina will be."

  Poor dear Mattia! He was helping me to seek those I loved and I had donenothing to help him see his little sister.

  At Lyons we gained on the _Swan_. It was now only six weeks ahead of us.I doubted if we could catch up with it before it reached Switzerland.And then I did not know that the river Rhone was not navigable up to theLake of Geneva. We had thought that Mrs. Milligan would go right toSwitzerland on her boat. What was my surprise when arriving at the nexttown to see the _Swan_ in the distance. We began to run along the banksof the river. What was the matter? Everything was closed up on thebarge. There were no flowers on the veranda. What had happened toArthur? We stopped, looking at each other both with the same sorrowfulthoughts.

  A man who had charge of the boat told us that the English lady had goneto Switzerland with a sick boy and a little dumb girl. They had gone ina carriage with a maid; the other servants had followed with thebaggage. We breathed again.

  "Where is the lady?" asked Mattia.

  "She has taken a villa at Vevy, but I cannot say where; she is going tospend the summer there."

  We started for Vevy. Now they were not traveling away from us. They hadstopped and we should be sure to find them at Vevy if we searched. Wearrived there with three sous in our pockets and the soles off ourboots. But Vevy is not a little village; it is a town, and as for askingfor Mrs. Milligan, or even an English lady with a sick son and a dumbgirl, we knew that that would be absurd. There are so many English inVevy; the place is almost like an English pleasure resort. The best way,we thought, was to go to all the houses where they might be likely tolive. That would not be difficult; we had only to play our music inevery street. We tried everywhere, but yet we could see no signs of Mrs.Milligan.

  We went from the lake to the mountains, from the mountains to the lake,looking to the right and to the left, questioning from time to timepeople who, from their expression, we thought would be disposed tolisten and reply. Some one sent us to a chalet built way up on themountain; another assured us that she lived down by the lake. They wereindeed English ladies who lived up in the chalet on the mountain and thevilla down by the lake; but not our Mrs. Milligan.

  One afternoon we were playing in the middle of the road. The housebefore us had a large iron gate; the house behind stood way back in agarden. In the front of it there was a stone wall. I was singing myloudest. I sung the first verse of my Neapolitan song and was about tocommence the second when we heard a weak strange voice singing. Whocould it be? What a strange voice!

  "Arthur?" inquired Mattia.

  "No, no, it is not Arthur. I have never heard that voice before."

  But Capi commenced to whine and gave every sign of intense joy whilejumping against the wall.

  "Who is singing?" I cried, unable to contain myself.

  "Remi!" called a weak voice.

  My name instead of an answer! Mattia and I looked at one another,thunderstruck. As we stood looking stupidly into each other's faces, Isaw a handkerchief being waved at the end of the wall. We ran to thespot. It was not until we got to the hedge which surrounded the otherside of the garden that we saw the one who was waving.

  Lise! At last we had found her and not far away were Mrs. Milligan andArthur!

  But who had sung? That was the question that Mattia and I asked as soonas we found words.

  "I," answered Lise.

  Lise was singing! Lise was talking!

  The doctors had said that one day Lise would recover her speech, andvery probably, under the shock of a violent emotion, but I did not thinkthat it could be possible. And yet the miracle had happened, and it wasupon knowing that I had come to her and hearing me sing the Neapolitansong I used to sing to her, that she had felt this intense emotion, andwas restored to her voice. I was so overcome at this thought that I hadto stretch out my hand to steady myself.

  "Where is Mrs. Milligan?" I asked, "and Arthur?"

  Lise moved her lips, but she could only utter inarticulate sounds, thenimpatiently she used the language of her hands, for her tongue was stillclumsy in forming words. She pointed down the garden and we saw Arthurlying in an invalid's chair. On one side of him was his mother, and onthe other ... Mr. James Milligan. In fear, in fact almost terror, Istooped down behind the hedge. Lise must have wondered why I did so.Then I made a sign to her to go.

  "Go, Lise, or you'll betray me," I said. "Come to-morrow here at nineo'clock and be alone, then I can talk to you."

  She hesitated for a moment, then went up the garden.

  "We ought not to wait till to-morrow to speak to Mrs. Milligan," saidMattia. "In the meantime that uncle might kill Arthur. He has never seenme and I'm going to see Mrs. Milligan at once and tell her."

  There was some reason in what Mattia proposed, so I let him go off,telling him that I would wait for him at a short distance under a bigchestnut tree. I waited a long time for Mattia. More than a dozen timesI wondered if I had not made a mistake in letting him go. At last I sawhim coming back, accompanied by Mrs. Milligan. I ran to her, and,seizing the hand that she held out to me, I bent over it. But she puther arms round me and, stooping down, kissed me tenderly on theforehead.

  "Poor, dear child," she murmured.

  With her beautiful white fingers she pushed the hair back from myforehead and looked at me for a long time.

  "Yes, yes," she whispered softly.

  I was too happy to say a word.

  "Mattia and I have had a long talk," she said, "but I want you to tellme yourself how you came to enter the Driscoll family."

  I told her what she asked and she only interrupted me to tell me to beexact on certain points. Never had I been listened to with suchattention. Her eyes did not leave mine.

  When I had finished she was silent for some time, still looking at me.At last she said: "This is a very serious matter and we must actprudently. But from this moment you must consider yourself as thefriend," she hesitated a little, "as the brother of Arthur. In twohours' time go to the Hotel des Alpes; for the time being you will staythere. I will send some one to the hotel to meet you. I am obliged toleave you now."

  Again she kissed me and after having shaken hands with Mattia she walkedaway quickly.

  "What did you tell Mrs. Milligan?" I demanded of Mattia.

  "All that I have said to you and a lot more things," he replied. "Ah,she is a kind lady, a beautiful lady!"

  "Did you see Arthur?"

  "Only from a distance, but near enough to see that he looked a nice sortof boy."

  I continued to question Mattia, but he answered me vaguely.

  Although we were in our ragged street suits, we were received at thehotel by a servant in a black suit and a white tie. He took us to ourapartment. How beautiful we thought our bedroom. There were two whitebeds side by side. The windows opened onto a balcony overlooking thelake. The servant asked us what we would like for dinner, which he wouldserve us on the balcony if we wished.

  "Have you any tarts?" asked Mattia.

  "Yes, rhubarb tarts, strawberry tarts, and gooseberry tarts."

  "Good. Then you can serve these tarts."

  "All three?"

  "Certainly."

  "And what entree? What meat? Vegetables?"

  At each offer Mattia opened his eyes, but he would not allow himself tobe disconcerted.

  "Anything, just what you like," he replied coolly.

  The butler left the room gravely.

  The next day Mrs. Milligan came to see us; she was accompanied by atailor and a shirt maker
who took our measures for some suits andshirts. Mrs. Milligan told us that Lise was still trying to talk andthat the doctor had declared that she would soon be cured, then afterhaving spent an hour with us she left us, again kissing me tenderly andshaking hands warmly with Mattia.

  For four days she came, each time she was more affectionate and lovingto me, yet still with a certain restraint. The fifth day the maid, whomI had known on the _Swan_, came in her place. She told us that Mrs.Milligan was expecting us and that a carriage was at the hotel doors totake us to her. Mattia took his seat in the brougham as though he hadbeen used to riding in a carriage all his life. Capi also jumped inwithout any embarrassment and sat down on the velvet cushions.

  The drive was short, it seemed to me very short, for I was like one in adream, my head filled with foolish ideas, or at least what I thoughtmight be foolish. We were shown into a drawing-room. Mrs. Milligan,Arthur, and Lise were there. Arthur held out his arms. I rushed over tohim, then I kissed Lise. Mrs. Milligan kissed me.

  "At last," she said, "the day has come when you can take the place thatbelongs to you."

  I looked to her to ask her to explain. She went over to a door andopened it. Then came the grand surprise! Mother Barberin entered. In herarms she carried some baby's clothes, a white cashmere pelisse, a lacebonnet, some woolen shoes. She had only time to put these things on thetable before I was hugging her. While I fondled her, Mrs. Milligan gavean order to the servant. I heard only the name of Milligan, but I lookedup quickly. I know that I turned pale.

  "You have nothing to fear," said Mrs. Milligan gently; "come over hereand place your hand in mine."

  James Milligan came into the room, smiling and showing his white pointedteeth. When he saw me, the smile turned to a horrible grimace. Mrs.Milligan did not give him time to speak.

  "I asked for you to come here," she said, her voice shaking, "tointroduce you to my eldest son, whom I have at last found"; she pressedmy hand. "But you have met him already; you saw him at the home of theman who stole him, when you went there to inquire after his health."

  "What does this mean?" demanded Milligan.

  "That the man who is serving a sentence for robbing a church has made afull confession. He has stated how he stole my baby and took it to Parisand left it there. Here are the clothes that my child wore. It was thisgood woman who brought up my son. Do you wish to read this confession.Do you wish to examine these clothes?"

  James Milligan looked at us as though he would liked to have strangledus, then he turned on his heels. At the threshold he turned round andsaid: "We'll see what the courts will think of this boy's story."

  My mother, I may call her so now, replied quietly: "_You_ may take thematter to the courts; I have not done so because you are my husband'sbrother."

  The door closed. Then, for the first time in my life, I kissed my motheras she kissed me.

  "Will you tell your mother that I kept the secret?" said Mattia, comingup to us.

  "You knew all, then?"

  "I told Mattia not to speak of all this to you," said my mother, "forthough I did believe that you were my son, I had to have certain proofs,and get Madame Barberin here with the clothes. How unhappy we shouldhave been if, after all, we had made a mistake. We have these proofs andwe shall never be parted again. You will live with your mother andbrother?" Then, pointing to Mattia and Lise, "and," she added, "withthose whom you loved when you were poor."